Megan Hart - An Erotic Collection Volume 2

“Eventually, Lilly, if I don’t return to where I came from, I’ll die.”

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Fifth night, six candles.

They hadn’t spoken further about Zach staying or leaving. He’d turned the conversation deftly away from that topic and Lilly had let him. In the morning, he made her breakfast again and they both looked out into the yard to see another few inches of newly fallen snow.

“We’ll never get out,” she said.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Zach, wearing the sweatpants she’d given him but chest bare, drew her close. “I can think of a lot of ways to occupy our time.”

He sounded different today, unless it was her imagination. Lilly turned in the circle of his arms to face him. He looked a little different, too. Same dark eyes, thick dark hair, heavy brows. Yet something in his eyes had changed.

“Hmm,” Lilly mused and allowed him to pull her closer and nuzzle at her neck. “I wonder what that might be?”

“I can show you.”

She held him at arm’s length for a moment, studying him. “Zachariah.”

“Yes.” His gaze captured hers, held it.

“It’s an unusual name.”

“Depends on where you’re from.” He slipped his hands down to anchor at her hips.

His grin tempted her to return it. “True. I guess in Amish country it’s not so unusual. But you’re not Amish.”

“No, I’m not. But neither are you.” His mouth brushed hers and as his grin had tempted her to smile, so did his kiss.

Last night’s sex had been good enough to sate her for a few days-if this had been a normal situation, a normal man, but nothing about this was normal. His mouth and hands on her sent her mind spiraling straight into visions of sheer, blowing curtains and white, gigantic beds, of soft, pulsing music and writhing bodies.

“What is it about you,” she murmured against his lips, “that makes me feel like I’m in an early eighties high-concept music video?”

“Should I sing?” Zach traced the line of her jaw with his lips.

Lilly’s eyes had drifted half-shut with pleasure. She smiled. “Mmm, only if I can tease my hair and wear shoulder pads.”

“You may choose to do whatever you like with your hair, Lilly, but I’d prefer you to be naked with me now.”

She looked at him. She’d put on a loose cotton robe imprinted with a Japanese flower print. It should’ve been too light for winter temperatures, especially with all the snow, but even though she’d kept the thermostat low, the house had stayed at a comfortably warm temperature. Because of Zach, she thought, running her hands over his warm, bare skin.

Now she untied the belt and let the robe fall open. She was naked beneath it. There hadn’t seemed much point in putting on clothes now, as though they would be going outside or doing anything but what’d they’d done all night.

Did she need this? She still wasn’t sure. But she wanted it.

There in the kitchen, without fanfare, he went to his knees in front of her. He pressed his face to her belly, his hands cupping her rear. Every inch of her tingled at his touch, and again Lilly’s eyes fluttered closed. She had to force herself to open them. She didn’t want to miss a moment of this.

It wasn’t going to last.

That was why it was so easy to let him kiss her, touch her, lick her, stroke her. It wasn’t whatever mind-freak powers he had or the snow outside making it impossible for them to leave. It wasn’t her innately horny nature, which had led her to many a bed she’d later regretted. This wasn’t going to last and she didn’t want to waste a second. Not one breath, not one kiss.

Zach kissed her belly just over the small tattoo of interlocking hearts that formed the shape of a star and then looked up at her hiss. “Does that tickle?”

Lilly put her hand on top of his head. “Feels good.”

“I would have all this feel good.” He bent back to nuzzle along her hip and down her thigh.

He guided her back one step as one long arm reached to pull one of the kitchen chairs closer. The sound of the legs scraping the linoleum sent a shiver through her, but she giggled as he pushed her gently to sit. Her knees were already parting for him.

Zach stood long enough to shuck off his sweatpants before getting back on his knees. If the floor hurt them he didn’t show a sign of it. He looked into Lilly’s eyes and smiled, one side of his mouth tipping higher than the other.

“Wicked,” she murmured and touched his cheek. “You look wicked.”

“Some might say so,” Zach said in a low voice, but before she could ask him what he meant, he’d bent to kiss between her legs.

All speech became sighs. With everything they’d done the night before and into early morning, he hadn’t yet gone down on her. Lilly’s hips tipped up under his lips. Her fingers gripped the chair on either side of her. She slid her tongue over her lower lip, capturing the faintest flavor he’d left behind.

His mouth moved slowly, softly, sweet kisses interspersed with gentle suction on her clit. It was often hard for Lilly to abandon herself to a man’s tongue on her pussy-too often she worried about whether she’d shaved enough, if it was going to take her too long to come, if he really wanted to go down on her or if he was doing it out of a sense of obligation.

She didn’t worry about any of that with Zach. As she’d done from the moment she’d met him, Lilly gave herself up to whatever lay ahead. To his fingers stroking her inner thighs, to his lips and tongue on her clit. The chair creaked as her body moved.

Zach slid one of her legs over his shoulder and focused his tongue in smooth circles against her clit. Not too hard, not too fast, but with enough direct and constant pressure to build the desire that hadn’t really left her despite her earlier orgasms.

Lilly looked down at him, her fingers tightly wound in his hair. His eyes were closed. She’d never looked at him without him looking back. Now all she could see were those brows, the fringe of black lashes and the slope of his nose. Broad shoulders and if she peeked, the expanse of his back and a hint of his ass. His right hand gripped her thigh, but his left had gone between his legs, moving on his cock.

“That is so fucking sexy.” The words spilled out of her on a gasp.

Zach didn’t say anything, but she felt his smile against her and saw it in the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. His breath huffed out as his arm moved a little faster. Oral sex and hand jobs had always been foreplay, but she wasn’t going to last long enough to get that far.

His tongue moved faster, steady, smooth flat strokes in perfect time with his arm’s motion. Lilly shifted, pushing herself against his tongue. Her hands held the chair so tight her fingers had gone a little numb; she’d think about that in a minute when she could think about something other than the bright, blinding pleasure flooding her and overflowing.

She came with a low moan. Her eyes closed, so she didn’t see the furrow of his brow, the jerk of his shoulders as Zach came, too. She could imagine it, though, on the sound of the moan answering hers. Then the climax rippled through her and made it impossible to imagine anything at all.

Blinking as sweet pleasure faded, leaving behind warmth and heaviness in every limb, Lilly looked at the man still kneeling in front of her. Sweat had pasted a few strands of his hair to his forehead. He licked his lips, drew in a breath. He kissed each thigh and withdrew just enough for her to see all of him.

His belly gleamed, wet. Zach drew his fingers through it and rubbed them together, then shook his head. The look he gave her was bemused.

“This body,” he said. “What a great miracle, to make life.”

Lilly, languid and sated, pulled him by the shoulder to bring him close enough to kiss. “I’ve met a lot of men who thought what came out of their pricks was magic, but never one who thought it was a miracle.”