Ella’s POV
"I can't make her happy. No, I can't make any woman happy." Zed's words yesterday replay in my mind as I gape at him.
And it hits me with a realization. Zed's failed marriage isn't the only reason why he avoids women, nor his heartache. But his insecurities.
Erectile Dysfunction Syndrome. My eyes move again at his erection and I wonder what causes it.
"But it's-" I stop; I just can't say the words. How can it be? It looks strong and mighty beneath the towel.
"It doesn't last for half a minute," he answers; his eyes turning dark in desire.
"Why are you telling me this, Zed? How many people know about this?"
He smirks. "If Yen is not broadcasting this truth around, then it's only between her and me. And the psychiatrist, of course."
"But I don't know why I'm telling you this," he adds.
A sense of pity for him engulfs me. Zed is tall, lean, and the word handsome is an understatement. He's someone whom you can't easily tear your gaze from. He has a gentle and constant smiling look, not the grump type and domineering aura.
He's broad-chested and has firm abs. His butts are full and rounded, accentuating his long legs. And he's uhm is...huge and long!
Any woman can wonder how delicious it feels inside. But why does it go limp as he says? There must be a reason.
"Are you diabetic?" I ask, and he laughs. I've heard it's one of the complications of that disorder.
"If I am, I wouldn't need a psychiatrist."
"Oh, sorry," I mumble.
My heart aches as I count on trauma as a possible causative factor. A longing to help suddenly springs inside. But while I steal glances at his thing that pokes under the towel, a wave of desire creeps within me. I want to touch him right now, feel him, and experience how it's like to be loved by a martyr like him.
If I were Yen, I would have fought for our marriage. Kim may be rich and handsome in his way, but he's the autocratic type. And I'm sure he doesn't have a heart as soft as Zed.
"What are you thinking?" he smirks. I glance again at his front, but the towel no longer protrudes. It has gone limp indeed, just as he says.
My curiosity grips me again. I step out of the bed, pushing away the sheets. I don't mind if I'm naked, he has seen me anyway. I pace toward him and he stares at me. And that gaze, I know, is filled with desire. He doesn't step back, and his eyes move on my breasts.
I waste no time. I grab the back of his nape right away and seal his lips with mine. He freezes at first, but as I devour his mouth, he opens up eventually. Shortly after, his tongue dances with mine until it probes deeper in need.
I know his desire has heightened when his hands begin to roam around my breasts. Driven by lust, I also respond and kiss him deeper until his hands squeeze my breast. I raise my chin, urging him to move his mouth down on my neck, on my clavicles, and until it rests on my right nip.
I gasp, and he gets startled.
"Don't stop," I whisper, pushing his head back. He hesitates, but I arch my body forward.
I let out a moan when he starts to suck. Then, I reach for his other hand to massage my left. His fingers run around it, igniting more sparks of desire from within. Then, his thumb and point finger close on my nips, rolling them in between.
I kiss him as hard as I can, prompting him to lose himself in the moment. When his mouth leaves mine and replaces his left hand, my legs quiver. His moves drive me crazy, that I slowly move backward until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. I am falling any moment from now if I remain standing.
I reach for the back of his neck while I slowly sit down without breaking his fondling on my breast. Then I reach out for his towel, dropping it on the floor.
His hardened cock springs right in front of me, making me hold my breath. But Zed straightens up when he senses that I strip his towel off. I glance at him, and our eyes meet. I see fear and hesitation.
Before he can think of stepping away, I place my right hand around his length. He also closes his eyes in anticipation. I start at the base then go upward. He groans in pleasure, but I can almost hear his heartbeats.
"Zed, you can. Please stay."
I let myself loose and get lost in the moment. That as I run my hands along his length, I don't have to think twice. I place his tip inside my mouth.
"No, Ella. You'll get disappointed," he says, pulling his shaft out of my mouth.
He instead pushes me down on the bed gently, then folds my legs up so that the soles of my feet are planted on the bed.
"Let me finish it for you."
I squeal when his tongue sweeps along the contour of my slit. But I groan loud and long when he starts nibbling at the sides. Even at this heated moment where I see Zed giving in to his desire, he's still unbelievably gentle. His moves are so slow and sensual, driving me mad with lust. I toss my hips hard while he circles my territory until I can no longer hold back. I grab the back of his neck, raise my butt, and push him towards my clit.
"Ahhhh!" I scream when the waves of pleasure envelope my insides, my muscles tightening.
My fingers then claw on the sheets and my toes burrow deeper on the mattress for support as I widen my legs, giving him wider access. He twirls his tongue on my swelling button, then glides it down into my hole, moving it in and out.
I cry out loud when the pressure beneath my mons tightens, begging for release. Sensing that I am about to come, he also sucks harder, until a pack of fluid squirts inside me and I convulse. He then presses the tip of his tongue on the top of my clit, holding it firm until my tremors subside.
I draw out a sigh as I lay exhausted on the bed. James always did hard-core sex with me, but he did an oral stimulation as intense as this.
I close my eyes, waiting for my wild heartbeats to come down. But then I feel a lukewarm cloth over my folds. I jolt upward, as I'm caught off guard.
"I'm just cleaning you up," Zed says, and my eyes widen. I had never received this kind of pampering from James before.
"No, I'll do it," I protest, pulling my body up on the bedboard.
"Yes, shower later. But take some rest first."
How fortunate Yen was! Zed doesn't only love like there's no other woman alive, he also cares like you're a fragile possession.
When he's about to leave the bed, I catch his arm. He looks at me with an unreadable expression and I feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, Zed. I got carried away. But don't worry, I won't give it a meaning. It's just sex for me.."
Zed purses a smile then says, "Be ready in an hour. I'll wait for you outside."