Megan Hart - An Erotic Collection Volume 2

He laughed. “But it is.”

He took her hand and ran it across the sticky wetness. With anyone else, Lilly would’ve squirmed, wrinkled her nose, pulled away. With Zach, she let him make her feel it, already drying on his skin.

“ Nes Gadol Haya Sham ,” he murmured into her mouth. “A great miracle happened there. Yes?”

This struck Lilly so funny she giggled, and the giggle became a guffaw. “ Nun, gimmel, hay, shin. Just like on the dreidel!”

Zach got to his feet and pulled her up with him, into his arms. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Dude, I have to tell you, I’ve never met a guy who compared his come with spinning a dreidel.” She laughed a little more, interrupted by his kisses.

“All of this,” Zach told her, “is a miracle.”

And Lilly believed him.

* * *

Sixth night, seven candles.

They’d eaten all the latkes and decided against more. Spun the dreidel, playing for peanuts, literally. Lilly’d shown Zach how to crack the shells and eat the nuts inside, and now when she kissed him she thought of baseball and the circus.

“Do you know baseball?” she asked, curious.

“I do.”

“How? From inside my head? Intercepted space transmissions? What?” She was straddling him on the couch, their bellies touching, the tips of her breasts brushing his chest.

Zach shifted her weight just slightly to stretch out his long legs. He was silent for so long Lilly wondered if she’d somehow misstepped. Then he said, slowly, “Lilly, I should tell you something.”

She tucked his hair behind his ears and cupped his face. “If you tell me your real name is Joe Smith and you’re from Milwaukee, and all of this is some elaborate setup, I swear to you I will kick that very fine ass from here all the way back to Wisconsin.”

“No. I’m not from Milwaukee. But I’m not what you think I am.”

They’d made love on and off all day, his stamina impressive and hers unexpectedly astounding. Even so, his cock stirred, half-hard between them. Lilly shifted to press her belly to him.

“Nobody ever is, Zach.” She’d meant this to sound light and not philosophical. Certainly not sad. She surely hadn’t meant for tears to fill her eyes or clog her throat.

He looked solemn and brought up a thumb to brush away the tear Lilly was aching to pretend she hadn’t shed. “I’m sorry for the hurts that have been done to you.”

“I’m not the only woman who’s had a shitty love life. It could’ve been worse. I could’ve been with men who abused me or stole from me. Addicts. I could’ve been with men who treated me a lot worse than simply not…loving me.”

Spoken aloud, she sounded more pathetic. Lilly bit down hard to keep herself from saying more. She didn’t want to look at his face, but she did. This time when he kissed her, he breathed in as she breathed out.

Zach unclipped the barrette keeping her hair piled high. “You have beautiful hair.”

Her dark curls fell down over her shoulders and back, tickling and erotic. He pulled the locks forward over her breasts, covering them yet with no pretense at modesty. Heat, not a blush, swept over her at his scrutiny.

“Should I dance for you?” she asked.

Zach tilted his head, giving her that curious look she’d seen less and less of since they’d had sex. “Would you like to?”

“With my hair this way I feel like I should be doing the Dance of the Seven Veils or something.”

Zach laughed. “If it would please you to dance for me, Lilly, I’d be happy to watch.”

“Wait here.” She got off his lap and went to the bedroom for a handful of silk scarves she’d collected over the years. From her jewelry box she grabbed a belled ankle bracelet that had been a holiday gift in an office gift exchange-she’d given a gift certificate to a local restaurant and felt cheated in return, but was grateful for it, now.

Swathed in silk and lace, jingling with each step, her hair unbound and wild, Lilly returned to the living room. Zach hadn’t moved. On her iPod she found an old playlist, all songs with sexy, sensual beats. Songs to fuck to. She couldn’t remember who she’d made it for, if anyone, and decided it didn’t matter.

When the music began she turned, hip cocked, to face him. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

“Yes.” Zach’s cock had gotten harder as he watched her. His hand gripped the base with fingers loosely curled. Not stroking just yet, but if she had her way he’d be full-on fucking his fist before long.

Lilly loved to dance. In a club, at the gym in aerobics class, in her kitchen while making dinner. She never felt self-conscious about it. Music moved her. If she wanted to shake and shimmy, she did it.

It was different with an audience.

A cock of hip, a twist of her ankle made the bells jingle. The scarves fluttered as she lifted her arms. Step, step, shake, shake. The music filled her and she spun until she was dizzy. She stopped, and the world kept on, moving though she was still.

Zach didn’t move.

He’d seemed like something from another world the first time she’d seen him, but now with his prick in his fist Lilly had trouble seeing him as anything but a man. And this, she discovered with something akin to wonder as she shifted her hips and moved closer, was not a bad thing.

He’d changed, but so had she. Not enough time had passed for her to love him. And yet she did. Lilly would never have believed such a thing could happen. But watching him watch her, looking at his eyes gleam as she twirled and dipped, moving for him, it didn’t seem so unlikely.

This dance had no steps, no choreography, and so sometimes she stumbled. It didn’t matter. She didn’t have to be a ballerina to make beauty with her body. Not when she was doing it for him.

One by one, the scarves fell away until all that remained was the jingling anklet. She danced closer as the music changed. Again, she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders and her pussy a slick, hot channel clutching tight on his cock as she slid down on it. They moved together.

His hands gripped her ass as she rode him. Her hips circled, grinding her clit on his belly. Their skin, slick with sweat, slipped and stuck and skidded. She was so wet she coated his thighs and belly and cock, so wet she sank so deep on his cock it would’ve hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

Everything about this felt so good.

Lilly moaned his name when she came. She pressed her forehead to his, eyes closed, breathing hard. Her fingers had tangled in the hair at the back of his neck. Zach’s hands came up to press at her shoulder blades. They rocked together a few more times and he shuddered with his own release.

The music sounded louder when she wasn’t consumed with passion. The lyrics made her laugh. Lilly pulled away from Zach, their bodies sticking, and she kissed his mouth softly as she looked into his eyes.

“Mmm,” she murmured.

His stomach rumbled. They both looked down between them. When he looked at her, something had shifted again in his gaze. Zach opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him with a kiss.

“Food,” she told him. “Then sleep. Tomorrow, who knows? Maybe the snow will have mysteriously melted and we’ll be able to get out of the house.”

“Food,” Zach agreed. “Then sleep. But the snow isn’t going to melt by tomorrow.”

Lilly smiled. “Then I guess we’ll just have to stay inside another day.”

Later, Lilly curled herself against him and timed her breathing to the in-and-out regularity of his. It was the surest way she’d found to fall asleep. She was drifting into dreams when he spoke, so softly she almost didn’t hear him.

“Lilly,” Zach said into her hair, his breath caressing her as easily as his fingers had. “I don’t want to leave.”