He pops his hand against my ass and squeezes. “Careful what you ask for, Lilly.”

Now I can’t see him, but I feel his heat against the back of my legs. He slides his hands over my hips and down my thighs, dropping to the floor behind me.

“Z?”

“Shh.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags it down my legs. Featherlight kisses and licks along the backs of my legs have me squirming. He pushes his hand between my legs, widening my stance, then replaces his hand with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck. You didn’t have to…oh my god…I’m ready. Holy shit.”

On a mission, he licks and kisses, spreading my wetness everywhere. Too absorbed in the sensations, I collapse against the mattress, tucking my arms under me.

While he stands back up, he continues to stroke me. My legs are shaking so hard when he finally rubs his cock against my slick center. He grips my hips and fills me in one, solid thrust.

It feels so good, I’m clawing at the comforter, balling it up under me. The sounds of our skin slapping together as he pounds into me fills the room.

“Hear how wet you are?” he rasps. “So fucking hot.”

He falls over me, pressing against my back. “Slide your fingers down and work your clit.”

I grunt an obscene noise as I rush to comply. He lifts his weight off me, pulling away. I think to see if I’m doing as he asked. God, even that drives me crazy with need.

He grips my hip and slows his pace, making me feel every maddening thrust. “Fuck, fuck, Z. I don’t ever want you to stop.” God, I want him everywhere. I turn to get a glimpse of him over my shoulder.

“Good?”

“Yes. Harder.”

He gives me a wicked smile and sucks his thumb into his mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on every movement.

A few thrusts later, he presses the pad of his thumb against my ass. I’d object, but in the heat of the moment it feels really fucking good and I arch my back instead.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Open.”

Fuck. Pressure. So much. But there’s a twinge and it starts to feel…good.

Dark, dirty, and really fucking good.

“Oh my god.” I swear I have a better vocabulary than that, but at the moment that’s the only phrase that rolls off my tongue repeatedly.

I’m so full, ready to explode.

Blood thunders through my veins. Beads of sweat roll off my forehead. My entire body is strung so tight with the need for release. My little moans and soft noises morph into screams as my body convulses with pleasure.

I collapse, but Z continues his punishing thrusts. He works a hand between our bodies to play with my clit until I’m sobbing and shaking, begging him to have mercy on me.