“My self-control is thinning, Ella,” Zed says as he releases me from the fiery kiss. His dark and intense gaze tells how he is burning with desire.
I’m still panting from his hungry and savage kiss, but I still want more. More of him, not just his lips. “Nobody is stopping you, Zed. Do as you please.”
“You said it,” he confirms and lets out a soft laugh when I nod.
Becoming too impatient for his next move, I grab his face again and claim his lips. Feeling his reluctance, I start running my hands on his chest and down to his navel. This move must have aroused him because he reaches for the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. When his mouth leaves my lips, I move faster and pull down his shorts, together with his undies.
“What are you doing? We’re on the terrace!” Zed exclaims in horror, pulling back his workout shorts. But before he successfully pulls it up, I grab his hand.
I’m not a slut, and I have never seduced someone yet, even James. However, I understand that Zed needs help. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I have this compelling feeling deep inside, prompting me to help him.
"Where else have you not tried yet? Kitchen? Dining table? Living room? Those places are overused already.”
Zed pinches my nose and says, “Are pregnants always naughty?"
I laugh and suddenly, my feet leave the ground. I squeal in the sudden momentum, wrapping my arms around his neck. In the next few seconds, my back lands on the soft cushion of his bed. Zed removes the rest of his clothing before he hovers above me, starting another round of savage kisses. I never expected he could be a hungry kisser, judging from the flaw he had disclosed to me.
When he starts to lift the hem of my tank top, I sit up. I want to see his reaction as I slowly remove every piece of clothing I put on. Pulling out my tank top first, I let him watch as I remove my bra. My two soft cups then bounce before his eyes, and I rejoice to see how his eyes turn smoky.
I stare at his mighty erection as I remove my denim shorts, followed by my undies. He groans. It feels like music to my ears. I want him to want me, to devour me, and go wild with me.
“Stop the teasing or no foreplay,” he warns, but his warning excites me. It only means he’s going inside me.I then lie down on my back, spreading my legs wide for him. Why would I hold on? Zed is single, alone, and is struggling to overcome. And so am I. We’re two brokenhearted who can find healing from each other.
“I don’t care!”
"You’re making me crazy!” he exclaims; his voice raspy.
He starts to go down on my twin peaks, toying them with his tongue. I also reach for his shaft, caressing it lightly. My grips around him only get tighter as waves of pleasure start building within me.
Remembering his disorder, I suddenly want to see how far he can go. I let go of his shaft, close my eyes, allowing him to do what he wants with my body. However, his slow and sensual ways make me crazy. I can no longer count the times I scream every time he works on my sensitive spots. And every time I do, he jolts.
“Enough, Zed. I want you inside,” I mutter with a groan.
His body suddenly stiffens. I know it’s his fear – threatening him again.
“You’ll get inside of me, or I’ll have you inside my mouth. Choose.” I mean it. Zed needs someone to initiate it for him, or else he’ll plunge down further with his insecurities. Until he’ll stop believing he can do it.
He opens my legs wider, intending to stimulate me with his mouth. ”Let me finish it for you.”
“No!” I push him away but grab his still hardened shaft. I crawl towards him, and when I am about to put his head into my mouth, he pulls away.
“Alright, but don’t complain if you’re not satisfied.”
“Try me, Zed.”
I don’t know why, but tears slide down the corners of my eyes and trickle through my temples. Maybe because I’ve also been through those stages of loneliness and insecurities. I can tell by the sense of self-pity that paints across his face that he’s so broken. As broken as me.
Perhaps, Zed doesn’t notice my tears because he positions himself above me. And with a careful move, he goes inside me in one thrust. I close my eyes, preparing myself for his early release. But a minute has passed, and still, he is pumping hard inside me.
“That’s good, Zed. Harder, please,” I say, biting my lips; preventing myself from moaning loud or from crying. He also picks up his pace, until my fingers fumble on the sheet for support.
“Oh, Zed. Faster. Don’t stop!”
And Zed hasn’t stopped for who knows how long, even after my body convulses. A few seconds after, his grip on my knees tighten until his hands stiffen, followed by the twitching and throbbing of his cock inside me.
“See? It’s only your fear. That was hard as wood!” I chuckle as I watch him close his eyes while holding onto my knees, waiting for his shivers to subside.
“Thank you, Ella,” he says, and a warm smile spreads across his face.
“You’re saying it like you’re the only one enjoying it. I love every moment of it, Zed.”
He gestures with his hand to excuse himself. He then walks toward the bathroom but I jump out of bed to catch him.
“Where are you going?” I say, holding on to his arm.
“To get something to clean you up.”
My heart aches. He doesn’t have to feel guilty. I turn him around and look into his eyes.
“No, think about that later,” I tell him, pulling him back to bed. My heart sinks at the thought of him thinking that he’s dirtying a woman after sex.
He turns to his side, then wraps an arm around me.
“You’ll get UTI, Ella. You’re pregnant.”
“There are antibiotics for pregnants,” I look into his eyes and run my fingers on his face. “Zed, next time, let’s enjoy the moment after sex. You don’t have to think of cleaning me.”
“There’s next time?” He chuckles, tightening his arm around me.
“Of course.”
“When?”
“Now.”
Zed laughs and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You’re such a huge temptress!”
Suddenly, a thought pops up in my mind. I’m not the kind to hold back, so I don’t have to think twice about asking him.
“Zed, when was your last sex?”
Zed freezes for a moment, his eyes darting at me without blinking. “Just a few days ago. With Yen.”
My eyes fly wide at this revelation.
“That was when she came over to clarify something the lawyer told him. I grabbed her when I saw her standing by the door that she couldn’t refuse anymore. I was out of my mind. I missed her so much that I’d do anything to have her again.”
“But-”
“I know it’s wrong,” says Zed, finishing it for me. “But I swear I won’t do it again.”
I draw out a deep sigh before I open my mouth to speak. “I understand, Zed.”
I understand but I still fight against the pricking sensation in my heart. This is just sex. I can’t fall for Zed just yet. Not until James and I can put a firm end to our relationship.
Zed starts to kiss me again, leading us both to another passionate adventure. This time he doesn’t hold back, a version of him that I’m too happy to see.
Unintentionally, my eyes fall on the door on the other side of the bed. It’s not the bathroom, but another room. Because of my curiosity, I climb out of the bed with still nothing on my body and walk towards the door. But as I reach for the doorknob, Zed’s hand lands over mine.
“No, Ella.”