Megan Hart - An Erotic Collection Volume 2

They didn’t make it to the bedroom this time. With one hand holding her firmly, Zach swept the kitchen table clean with the other. Then he laid her down on top of it and kissed her mouth until she gasped.

Zach kissed her throat and collarbone. The slopes of her breasts, taking time to suckle at each nipple until they tightened, tingling from his mouth. Down her belly, painting with his tongue. Over each hip. Her thighs, knees, ankles. Standing, he lifted her foot and kissed each toe while Lilly giggled and gasped.

“Not here,” he told her finally, when she moaned. “Someplace softer.”

He lifted her again, cradled in his arms, and took her to the bedroom. The bed welcomed them with the fresh, clean sheets she’d put on earlier. Zach stretched out beside her to kiss her mouth.

She clung to the taste of him, the scent, the feeling of his fingertips tracing patterns on her skin. Lilly wanted never to forget a second of this, but in trying so hard to capture and keep the moment, she was afraid she’d lose it.

“Relax,” Zach whispered as she tensed. He slid a hand up her thigh and found her heat, dipped a finger inside and out to smooth over her clit. “Let me do this for you.”

He’d done so much already, and Lilly didn’t want this to end just yet. “Wait,” she told him as she got to her knees. “Let me do this for you, instead.”

They’d done so much, but she hadn’t used her mouth on his cock. She wanted to now. She would taste every inch of him, experience every pleasure before he left. She wasn’t going to regret not taking every chance she had with him.

He said her name with what sounded like surprise as she took him deep into her mouth and drew back, sucking gently. Her hands cupped his balls and she stroked with her thumb. She wanted Zach to feel as much pleasure as he’d given her. His thigh muscles tensed as she sucked him slowly, then a little faster. His fingers tangled in her hair, not pulling or guiding. Encouraging.

Pleasure built inside her even though she wasn’t even touching herself. It came from knowing that what she was giving was making him feel good, judging from the sound of his low moans and sighs. Lilly moved, her hair caressing him where her hands and mouth didn’t, until at last Zach gripped her shoulder.

“Wait,” he pleaded, and before he could say more, she was already moving up and over his body to settle him inside her.

He rolled them both so he was on top, her legs locked around his back. They’d made love slowly, fucked fiercely, come hard within moments of each other. This was all those times and more, made precious with knowing it was the last. He looked into her eyes and Lilly gave him everything she was, had ever been, would be.

She gave him all of herself and took what Zach gave her. He moved inside every part of her. Ecstasy surged and she fought not to control or delay or prolong it, but to allow herself to let it take her fully away.

They didn’t need words; if he murmured in a language she couldn’t pronounce, Lilly had no trouble understanding his meaning. She spoke with her eyes and mouth, hands, her slick, hot pussy clutching at his cock. Everything had been distilled into this pleasure, this desire, the sum of their parts making up a whole.

She didn’t tell him she loved him.

She was sure he already knew.

* * *

Her body craved sleep, but Lilly forced herself to awake when the sun came up. She turned to look at the man-not a man, but something greater, only wearing the suit of a man-snoring lightly beside her. She brushed his hair back from his forehead.

Zach awoke.

“And now you go…back?” She gave a self-conscious glance upward and saw nothing but the ceiling.

Zach didn’t look up. He didn’t look away from her. “I have until sundown.”

“And if you don’t go back, you die.”

“Yes.”

Lilly bit back a sob and clung to him, tightly. “And what will happen to me?”

“You will go on with your life,” Zach whispered into her hair. “That is what’s meant to happen for you.”

She couldn’t argue with him, or rail against how unfair all this was-whatever had led her to accept this entire situation from the start now forced her to accept it, too. No matter what she wanted with her heart, her mind told her this was what was necessary, and right. What was meant to be.

“So this is our last day?” She looked up at him, her vision unblurred, her voice steady. “Let’s make the most of it.”

He lifted her as he’d done that first time. She felt safe in his arms. Protected. Cherished.

Loved.

Now that she knew how it felt, she would seek it again and recognize it when it came. She’d be ready for love when it found her the next time, and not settle for something less. This was the gift Zach had given her, his act of chesed , and though Lilly had no idea how her smallness could affect the entire world, she believed him when he said his task was to help with tikkun olam .

They made love slowly this time. Savoring. It lasted for what seemed like forever, and though she wept at the end of it, Lilly was anything but sad.

“I’m hungry,” Zach said into the quiet.

She rolled on her side to face him. “Then let’s eat.”

They did. Anything they wanted, digging deep into Lilly’s freezer to pull out chocolate and ice cream, fried mozzarella sticks, pizza. They drank cold glasses of beer and she danced for him again. He danced for her, too, with grace and humor, his steps fumbling sometimes but never faltering.

The day passed, no way to stop it. Night fell early in the winter and Lilly shook the last few candles from the box. She placed them all in the menorah.

Eighth night, nine candles.

She lit them with the prayer, tasting all the words this time as though they were something new. She supposed they were. She felt new, anyway. New and strange.

She faced him. They’d both dressed by unspoken agreement, Zach in the sweatpants from the first night and she in the cotton robe. She thought there should be fanfare. A ceremony, maybe. She waited for Zach to vanish in a burst of blinding light.

Night fell. The candles flickered. He took her hand and drew her to him for another kiss.

“Is it time?” she asked against his mouth, and he nodded.

“I love you,” Lilly said. She took his face in her hands and made sure he saw everything she felt in her gaze. “Even though it was only eight days. I was blessed to have you. Thank you, Zach.”

“Lilly…” He looked pained, his hands coming up to take hers from his face.

She cried out when he collapsed and she knelt beside him. Zach crouched on hands and knees, forehead placed to the floor. His skin, for the first time, had gone chilly. Under her palm, his shoulders tensed, relaxed. He let out a small noise that sounded like her name.

And then, he was gone.

* * *

Surely he wouldn’t mind if she wept.

Tomorrow, Lilly would get on with her life. Tomorrow, she would venture out into the world, the snow melted, back to work. Back to friends, family. Back to the possibilities she knew were waiting.

But for now, surely Zach wouldn’t mind if she cried.

The candles hadn’t even burned low enough to sputter when the first boom of thunder cracked the air and shook the house. The lightning came a second later, but Lilly was already on her feet. She threw open the sliding glass door, mindless of the snow burning her feet as she ran into the backyard.

And there, in a circle of earth made bare by melted snow, lay a naked man.

Did she cry his name, or did her voice echo only in her head? It didn’t matter. Lilly ran across the deck and slid in slush and ice, down the steps, onto frozen grass. Into the mud. On her knees she took him in her arms, his eyes dazed but his smile burning as bright as the candles now nearly gone out in the window.