The One who got Away

“You’re so caring, aren’t you?” I tell him teasingly. “It’s very sweet of you.”

I lean my lips down and press them against Zane’s, enjoying the delicious sparkles that ignite in my stomach. We’ve been doing this for a while now, but it still always feels like the very first time. The amount of excitement that races through my system is just too much. Especially when he deepens the kiss and he darts his warm, rough tongue into my mouth. There’s something intense about Zane’s kisses, it’s absolutely off the scale.

As the pulsing in my panties intensifies, a cheeky idea slides into my brain, and since I’m already in the right position for it, I push myself downwards. I move my kisses from Zane’s mouth, down to his neck, then over his collar bone. He hasn’t worn anything on his top to bed so it means I can trace my lips all over his strong, masculine chest. His muscles make me feel safe and protected, the hardness of his pecs leaves me soft and delicate. There’s a real contrast between us, and every time that’s highlighted it feels really special. We’re a true case of opposites attract, but at the same time I still have a whole lot in common with him. More so than Patrick.

Zane begins to gasp and grunt as my mouth brushes against the bottom of his abdomen, touching the highly sensitive area below his belly button, brushing my mouth over the trail of soft and delicate hairs that lay there. I glance up to watch him fling his arms over his head to place on the pillow as desire gets the better of him. It’s so amazing to see him all unhinged like this, I adore making Zane lose control. It’s something that doesn’t happen much, which is why that’s the exact moment I dip one of my hands into his loose fitting boxers.

His erection springs to attention in front of me, almost twitching with anticipation. He’s so hard it’s like steel which makes my mouth water. He’s got a real masculine scent of sweet and salt and I can’t wait for a taste. I dip my head down low, inhaling him deeply before finally I press my lips against him. I give his cock a chaste kiss, only lightly touching him, but it’s enough to have Zane’s hips bucking towards me, wanting more.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he grunts gutturally. “Fucking hell, Leah.”

I continue to give him butterfly kisses all over his shaft, moving my mouth up and down at a rapid pace. Even when I’m not kissing him, my breath is racing all over him, making him tremble. My hands are wrapped around his thick thighs and I can feel the intense tension within them. I’m sending him insane.

Then, just to make things worse, I bring my tongue into the mix, flicking little licks over him like he’s a damn delicious lollipop. I drink up all the excited perspiration that dis over him, making myself more excited as I do. It isn’t until I feel like he really can’t take it anymore, that I finally part my lips and I wrap my mouth tightly around him. I suck on the end, sliding my tongue over his most sensitive part, before I slide him down as far to the back of my throat as I can manage. He’s so big that he stretches my mouth a little, but he tastes so good that I really don’t care. He feels good there, I freaking love it, especially as his hands get knotted up in my hair the moment he starts to lose control. I pick up the speed, pumping my mouth up and down him, pushing him towards the edge and as his cock begins to really twitch in my mouth I know that I’m close. Any minute now I’ll get a real taste of his pleasure, and I cannot wait. I want to know everything about him…

r /> “Oh shit, Leah!” He fills my mouth with his seed, making my heart explode with joy. His whole body fills with an intense tension, then deflates as his cum drips from my lips. His taste is wonderful, it’s a side of him that I haven’t explored before and it leaves me wanting more. I want to know everything about him. “Oh my God, that feels amazing.” He leans up to kiss the top of my head. “Leah, you are everything. Oh my God.”

I swallow him down without hesitation. Feeling a part of the man I love sliding down my throat makes my heart race faster. I love the taste as well, which is just further proof that me and him are meant to be.

“Now,” Zane declares with a cheeky smile. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” He grabs hold of me and flings me into the air over his shoulder. I laugh and squeal, playfully trying to push him off but to absolutely no avail. Zane carries me through the apartment to the bathroom where he brings his shower to life. “I think we need to clean you off, dirty girl? Don’t you? I think what you need is a nice, warm shower.”

Of course, I protest but I don’t get anywhere. Not that I really mind. Maybe if this was something I genuinely didn’t want to do I’d fight a little harder, but I’m interested to see where he’s going with this. Once he deems the water hot enough, he places me under it with absolutely no care for the clothing on my body.

“Oh my God!” I yell with shrieking laughter. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

“Unless you want your clothes to get any wetter, then I suggest that you strip.”

I can hear the challenge in his tone, and I can’t help wanting to rise to it. With Zane, I feel confident enough to do anything, and that includes peeling my clothing off while he watches me with those intense, dark eyes of his, with the warm water of the shower racing over me. I don’t leave his eyes the entire time, I love watching his expression contort as more and more of my body is revealed to him.

“Fucking hell, girl, you are too hot for words,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

But those words are incorrect. It seems that he does know after all. He pushes me back against the wall of the shower and nudges my legs apart to get himself in the middle. Then, while he kisses me hard he hooks one of his hands under my legs and he places my foot back against the wall too. The wall is cold, but steamed up from the water, and I’m all steamed up too. Zane has me completely worked up into a frenzy already. I don’t really know what’s about to happen here, and that’s exciting and scary all at once. As always, I’m on edge.

“Time for my revenge, I think,” he tells me with a grin before he slides to his knees. The water rushes over his face, probably making it really difficult for him to see, but Zane doesn’t seem to care. He’s got a mission in mind and he’ll do whatever he can to make it happen. “Time to drive you wild as well.”

My heart thunders as he grabs my leg again, only this time to toss it over his shoulder, leaving me cold and exposed, and completely vulnerable to him. I flatten my palms against the wall behind me needing something to hold on to while he plunges his fingers into me. He massages my insides with his hand while his tongue clamps down onto my clit, absolutely flooding my body with sensations. I’m on fire, so hyper sensitive that even the jets of water from the shower are sending me wild. I feel like every single part of my body has become an erogenous zone. I don’t even know where the pleasure ends and begins, it’s all over me.

“Oh my God, Zane.” The orgasm hits me hard, there’s something about this one that’s doubly intense. I feel like I’ve been shattered. I scrabble with the wall behind me but there isn’t really anything there, and my knees are buckling under the weight of the pleasure. Luckily, my thigh is over Zane’s shoulder or I would be a heap on the ground already. I’d slide on the soaking wet shower floor and let the water cover me totally.

My head spins with hot bliss, my whole body lights up with it, and I can feel a powerful love filling my chest at the same time. We really are united now, me and Zane are in love and in the for the long haul, and that security makes it that much better. I can fully succumb to the desire, knowing that it’s going to lead somewhere.

For a while, once my body is drained of energy, Zane rises to his feel and he holds me. We stand under the jets, embracing one another in a loving hug. I rest my head against Zane’s chest, enjoying the thumps of his heart beat. Each one of them feels like it’s for me, and that makes me the luckiest woman alive.

Now, we just need everyone else to see why this is the perfect union. I have to find a way to make it all okay again. I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.

“I’m going to make us some breakfast,” Zane finally announces pulling away. “We both have a lot to do today and I want to make sure that we’re well fed. Do you want some coffee as well?”

Even those words fill me with love, he’s really so kind and caring, he really does look after me in a way that is truly special. I don’t intend to ever let him go., no matter what.

“Thank you, that sounds amazing. I’ll just wash my hair and then I’ll be out.”

Chapter Thirty – Zane

I’ve been thinking about doing this for the last few days, but now that I’m actually here it’s a little weird. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing after all. The nerves that race through my body suggest that actually I might be a little crazy, but there’s a rational voice in my head telling me that I need to at least try.

Family means something, I remind myself. It’s important and if I can make things right then maybe Leah can too. She might not show it a lot, but it’s still hurting her. I know she wants her brother and mom back.

I park my motorbike up in the driveway, like I’ve done a million times before, and I walk towards the front door. As I go, it hits me how huge this place it. That’s something that I’ve always known, but since I’ve been in my no fuss, easy to run because it’s so small, apartment, I’m reminded just how massive it is. Huge and cold, a pointless size for just two people. This is just my father, wanting to show off his wealth as usual.