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I lie back, running my hands up my body and into my hair—my body responding to my own touch.

“This is okay?” Zack says while holding himself up, his dick so close to my entrance.

“Yes!” I try not to yell but I'm about to unravel.

He nudges my entrance before swiping my pussy with the tip of his cock. My back arches, and I throw my head back to the bed.

He drops a kiss to my mouth, all feverish and demanding, and then slowly pushes inside me. I appreciate the caution as I breathe through taking him, all of him.

Zack moves inside me, but I know he’s holding back, his arms holding his weight up. My hands reach up and grab for his ass, digging my nails in, and he turns his head, going a touch faster.

Feeling him respond this way to my touch is fucking hot. Like, I could combust without him even touching me.

“I need you,” I beg, pulling his neck down to me and kissing him. I lightly pull his hair, and his deep blue eyes find mine—deep blue, like the ocean waves crashing outside our room.

His mouth finds my neck, and he bites, possibly leaving a mark but I don’t care. I want him to devour me.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he says, still going too slowly, the orgasm within my reach but not close enough.

I scratch my hands down his chest and respond, “I want all of it. You don’t have to be careful with me.” I take my nipples in my own fingers, pinching and pushing closer and closer to the edge.

He lets me have all of him and I gasp but grab his hips and move with him. He’s pushing me to my limit, and I still can’t get enough of him—I don’t think I ever will. Zack reaches one hand into my curls and tugs, like I did to him, and I fucking love it.

“Just like that. Pull on it, baby.”

He pushes into me, letting some of his weight land on me, and he’s going harder, faster. I bite my lip and am steps away from my climax with each pump inside me.

“EJ, fuck. I’m going to come. Your pussy is so tight,” he moans through broken words and seeing him be this close to his own orgasm is all it takes.

His words are a spark to kindling, and my whole body is burning from the inside out. I reach for him, and he pounds into me, each one pulling a cry from me. I cover my mouth to muffle my sounds, and Zack’s hand removes it, pinning it above me.

I tremble and shake for him, coming all over his cock. He falls into me with his own finish, and I feel him sensitive and satisfied inside me.

My breathing is ragged and loud, looking for the air to come back to my lungs. Zack holds himself up and kisses me. It's soft and genuine—full and telling. His lips are telling me secrets.

Honestly, this kiss is like the ending of a sentence, but the start of the story.

Chapter 46

Zack

"Are you nervous?” Emilieasks, putting her hand on my forearm, rubbing her fingers back and forth.

I look from the door of my childhood home and back to her before telling the truth. “I’m overwhelmed and nothing’s even happened yet.” I wipe my clammy hands on the front of my jeans.

“A lot has happened. Give yourself some credit.”

I guess she’s right. My body feels like it’s tied in a million little knots. I even went to hot yoga this morning, trying to lose some of this tension. My body feels like it’s been flexing, holding tight to something, for days.

We got back from Mexico a few days ago. Emilie offered to skip dinner and let me come alone. There’s no way. I feel like I need her. She squeezes my hand and it soothes the heart that’s currently rattling around my chest.

I walk in and the air feels crackly and thick. I can’t imagine the words that have been said in the last few weeks—if these walls could talk. We round the corner and see my parents sitting at the kitchen island, drinking coffee and chatting.

When Mom and Dad see us, they stand. My dad’s face is pale and he rubs his hands together, clearly nervous, while my mom runs up and wraps me in a hug. I can feel her smiling as she squeezes me, swaying us back and forth. She rubs circles on my back, and it sort of feels like I'm just a kid who needs his mom.

She pulls back and asks, “Are you okay?”

I’m caught off guard by her immediate need to comfort me when I feel like it should be the other way around.