Defining Beauty

By AnitaB

Chapter 3: The beauty of touch

//Good, sweet mother of God.\\ She was so damn beautiful, sitting between his knees completely topless. The smooth lines of her back called to his hands. Out of sight, but not out of mind, her breasts and the curve of her stomach tempted him. If he touched anything other than her back right now, he couldn't trust himself to go slow.

Zach forced himself to a snail's pace, gentle touches and kisses against the smooth, soft heat of her back. Then his hands got just a little greedy. Flattening his hands against her hips, he rubbed hungry palms and fingers up every inch of her back. His fingers curled around to her ribs to barely touch the edges of her curves. It took every ounce of his self control to hold still.

The body under his hands went stone still, trembling so hard against his fingers. Her voice made his breathe catch. "Please," //Anything, love, anything.\\ Then she moved and stole every last bit of his self control. Her hands guided his to the delicious curves of her breasts, filling his palms with the softest, hottest skin he'd ever touched. "Zach, yes…"

//Yes, so perfect.\\ He couldn't stop once she was in his hands. His fingers explored those soft, sweet curves as his lips fed at the arched and vibrating line of her throat. "Megan," He needed to see this, to watch her nipples stiffen at the slide of his fingers. Needed to feel her body against every inch of his own. Pressing harder against her back, Zach locked his eyes to his hands. "So soft, so warm, so damn beautiful. My sweet Megan." Her hips rocked back against his, driving a shiver down his nerves.

She shifted in his arms, warm and soft. "Zach, please… I need…" He felt her eyes on his face and dragged his gaze off her breasts before getting distracted by her lips. //So Beautiful…\\ "Zach…"

"Anything, sweetheart. Tell me…" She could ask him for anything and he'd give it to her without a moment of hesitation. Zach watched her lips move like she was trying to speak but the words didn't come. Even better was the slide of her lips over his. //Yes, sweetheart, always…\\ He'd never in a million years get enough of her kiss. He'd never get enough of her skin under his hands. One palm slid down her ribs, giving up the soft weight of her breast for the firm, hot curve of her stomach. A tiny thump against the middle of his hand made his throat tight. This woman in his arms was so much more to him than soft skin and hot kisses. She was his partner and a mother. And she deserved so much more than the frantic rush his nerves were begging for. "Megan,"

Zach dragged up the tiniest fragments of self-control and pulled away from her kiss. "Zach," Her hand clutched at his against her stomach, her lips reaching for his with a soft groan.

"No, sweetheart. We need to slow down." Weakly pulling his hands from her skin, he picked up the dropped lotion and poured some into his hand. "Lean forward, I promised you a back rub." The look on her face made him laugh. It was the expression of every child he'd ever seen when told that they couldn't have cookies before dinner. "We'll get there, Megan, I promise. Just… let me touch you, feel you first. Before you make me lose control." He felt the groan in the back of his throat at her bitten lip and the heat in her eyes. "Lean forward, please."

She groaned low in her throat before folding her arms on the back of the kitchen chair, presenting him with the expanse of bare skin. Gorgeous skin, pale and smooth. "Better be a damn good massage."

Rubbing his palms together to warm the lotion, Zach thought about the times he watched her rub her back. //Neck and lower back, better not miss an inch.\\ "It will be, baby. Trust me." He smoothed the lotion up her back in a soft, thorough stroke of his palms over her skin. Under his hands, her body arched slightly as she pressed her forehead against the towel and groaned in her throat. //There,\\ Zach listened to the small movements of her back and followed with his fingers to the sore spot at the base of her spine. "I see you rub right here when the hours of desk work build up." He pressed the heel of his hand in a firm, deep circle across the top of her hips. A smile crossed his lips at the breathless little moan on hers. "There, sweetheart?"

"Hmm, yeah. Right there, Zach." The sound of her voice saying his name like that made his hands tremble in the next stroke against her skin. She was going to make him lose control with just her voice, just his name on her lips. Zach found his lips on her shoulder, kissing his way to her neck as his hands rubbed and heated every inch of the small of her back. Her next little moan came with the helpless grip of her tiny hands against his thighs. "Zach," Her hips pressed back into the front of his, making his hands clench and his breath catch. She felt so blindingly good, he found himself clinging to her hips for another arch, press and rub.

"Megan, sweetheart, I'm trying for slow here." His lips moved along her throat to press a kiss to her pulse. "You're not helping me slow down right now." Now his hands tried to hold her still, but his strong-willed Megan wasn't having it.

"I don't want slow, Zach, I want you. I want more." Her body pressed closer, harder against his, her head leaning back on his shoulder with a shiver and a moan. Her hips rubbed against his erection in a smooth arc and stroked. "I want this. I love your hands, Zach, but Damnit, I want all of you."

//You love my hands, huh?\\ He had an idea. Zach would give her all of him, but not just yet. First, he would use these hands she loved to give her as much pleasure as he could. Then, his sweet Megan would be ready for more of him. "Let's see how much you really love my hands."

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She could feel him thinking too hard at her back. And the last thing Megan wanted was for Zach to talk himself out of this. "I don't want slow, Zach, I want you. I want more." She couldn't help moaning as her hips rubbed back against his. She could feel him, pressed long, hard and too damn far away against the small of her back. He wasn't close enough but that wasn't stopping her from rubbing her hips along his erection. //More, Zach, please.\\ "I want this. I love your hands, Zach, but Damnit, I want all of you."

Those gorgeous hands moved, sliding from her hips to the curve of her stomach. Then he spoke and just the heat in his voice had her moaning. "Let's see how much you really love my hands." Megan knew what he had in mind when those fingertips edged under the elastic waistband of her sleep pants. And if those hands had even a fraction of the talent they'd used on her back when they explored between her legs, she knew he'd never stop smiling. Her nails clenched in the fabric of his pants. Her neck arched along with every inch of her back, trying to get his hands where she needed them. Zach kissed her shoulder, putting his lips near her ear for the next little teasing comment. "Hmm, you do want this, don't you, Megan? I haven't even touched you yet, and you're practically jumping out of your skin for me."

"So touch me, Zach, and see what happens then." Megan leaned flat against his chest and licked a line along his throat. "Touch me and see." She had barely enough time to pull in a shaky breath before he took her at her word and cupped a big hand between her thighs. Megan could feel his smile against the skin of her shoulder as every inch of her body arched into the touch of that hand. It was like he had a mental map of her nerve endings because every little stroke, touch, press, and glide of his fingertips over her skin sent the heat in her blood climbing higher. His smile moved to the line of her throat and got even wider as her body shook and trembled in his arms. "Za… Zach, please."

"There, sweetheart?" Two long fingers pressed slow and deep, sending a wave of heat along her every fucking nerve. Megan dug her nails into the muscles of his thighs to brace the mindless plunge of her hips onto his hand. "Yeah, right there, Megan." Those fingers curled inside her, hitting nerves that sent a spasm through her muscles. His tongue stroked her skin before he gave a low, masculine chuckle that made it even harder for her to breathe. "Oh yeah, baby, right there. I got you."

Oh, he had her. He was about to have her screaming his name in his lap while he was still covered from collar to toe. With nothing more than the stroke of his hand. //Oh, yes, please, Zach.\\ She wanted skin against her own, but her hands weren't working well enough to even attempt to open his shirt buttons. All Megan was capable of at the moment was holding on tight and feeling the climax slowly building its way up her spine. She needed more of him, just a little something to push her over the edge, a kiss. "Zach, kiss me."

"Always," Those gorgeous lips caught hers just as that hand plunged a little deeper, a little harder. His other hand cupped her breast, fingertips stroking and circling the sensitive nerves of her nipple. //Almost, Zach, please.\\ "So soft, so warm, so beautiful. I wanna see you feel it, Megan. Show me." Zach shifted her in his arms, turning her just enough. Enough to dip his head and put that gorgeous mouth to her breast with his eyes locked to her face. "So sweet, Megan. Show me."

The edge, just out of reach a moment before, rushed over her with the stroke of his tongue and his fingers. Everything faded into a cloud of light and static as every nerve in her body ignited all at once. She thought she screamed his name. She was a little more certain that she'd drawn blood with her nails despite the fold of his pants in the way. Megan knew for a fact that she collapsed in his arms, was cradled against his chest as she relearned how to breathe.

Slowly, Megan forced her grip open along with her eyes to find him smiling at her. "Zach," He met her halfway for a deep, soft kiss, his hand cupping her face. She could feel how much he wanted her, in his kiss, in the grip of his arms, in the press of his erection against her hip. She could feel the self-control in the lines of his body against hers. "That was…"

"Beautiful," His hands rested on her stomach in the moment before he stole another quick kiss.

"I was thinking amazing." Megan wanted more. She wanted to feel and watch him lose control. She wanted to explore her partner without his clothes in the way. "And I'm thinking it's time that you lose the clothes so I can return the favor." She rocked her hips against his just to see the heat jump in his eyes and hear the groan in his voice. His hands clenched just a little.

"Megan, please."

With a smile, Megan turned in his arms to put both her hands on his chest. "Tell me what you need, Zach, tell me what you want." That close to what she wanted, her hands started working on his buttons while he looked her up and down before meeting hers. "Zach, tell me."

"I want you, Megan. I want to hold you, make love to you." His hands cupped her face and guided her closer. "I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart." The heat and concern on his face tightened her chest. "I can't let myself hurt you."

"You won't, Zach, but if you want any clothes you can still wear to leave this apartment this week," Megan brushed a quick kiss over his lips with a smile. "Then you better help me get you out of these." Enough buttons on his shirt had given way to expose his chest. //That's my Zach,\\ He was hot, hard, and trembling under her hands as her fingers slid into his shirt to explore that lean chest. Zach felt so good under her skin, his arms tightening around her body. //Closer is good.\\ Megan leaned closer, breathing in the addictive scent of his cologne from the line of his neck. In the process, she pressed her naked chest into the gap of his shirt to bury the hungry nerves of her breasts into the hard lines of his chest. //So hot, so damn good.\\ "Zach, please…"

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She was… //Oh, fucking hell, yes….\\ burning him alive with the heat of her bare skin cuddling against his chest. The sweet, soft curves of her breasts cradled the racing beat of his heart. The firm, hot curve of her stomach pressed close against his. Her face tucked into the line of his shoulder with a whole body shiver and a deep, shaky breath. And her hips rocked against his as every gorgeous inch of her body pressed closer and hotter against his every hungry nerve. "Zach, please…"

Her voice was the last straw. His sweet Megan had finally broken the last lines of his control. Zach was going to helplessly give her anything and everything she wanted and hope he could be gentle enough. Starting with a kiss. "Sweet, Megan." One hand planted itself hot and tight against the line of her back to keep her flush against his chest. The other cupped her chin to guide her lips up to his. "My beautiful Megan." Her eyes fluttered in the moment before his lips caught hers. She groaned around his tongue as he desperately held her closer and deepened this delicious kiss. //Megan,\\

Her hips rubbed his as her legs slipped higher up his thighs to hook her knees around his body. One more little shift of her body over his and he was going to find out just how sturdy her kitchen table was… //Damnit, sweetheart.\\ "Hold on tight, Megan." Wrapping his arms tight around her hips, Zach gathered her tight against his chest with her top in one fist. When her arms tightened and her legs crossed behind his hips, he got to his feet and headed for her bedroom with his girl cradled in his arms.

"Finally, Zach," There was a rough little giggle in her voice as she kissed up and down the line of his throat. Her fingers slid into his hair as he lowered her to the edge of her bed. "I thought you'd never speed up."

"With something this beautiful just waiting for me… how could I resist?" Zach was on his knees at the side of the bed, eyes helplessly following his own hands over her skin. She was soft, warm, and smooth under his desperate fingers. "Megan, lift up." Her body arched against his hands, helping those fingers slide the last of the clothes down her legs. Megan was naked, completely bare and gorgeous in his arms. He had every intention of taking advantage of every inch of her skin as soon he could move at all. Leaning up, Zach kissed a line along the curve of her stomach, filling his hands with the soft skin of her thighs. "Sweet Megan,"

"Hmm, Zach… no." She pressed both hands on his shoulders to push him back just a bit. "What did I say about your clothes?" Her fingers slid under the edge of his open shirt, shoving it back over his shoulders with a groan.

"That I should take them off." Zach cupped her face in both hands for a hard, deep kiss before he dragged himself back from her skin. "You hinted that they might be damaged if I didn't. My violent little Megan." He watched her eyes as he peeled that shirt off and threw it to the floor. The look on her face made breathing a little harder. "Do you want them all gone?" His fingers closed over his belt buckle just in time to feel her groan light up every nerve in his body. The heat in her eyes was melting his bones. "Was that a yes, Megan?"

"Cruel Bastard, it's a yes." Megan dragged her nails down his shoulders with a grin. "If you don't strip it all off, I might have to put some clothes back on. You wouldn't want that, would you, Zach?" Her fingertips danced over his chest to press hot palms to his heart. "Since I'm beautiful?" She was killing him and she was enjoying it. And she finally believed she was beautiful. //So damn beautiful.\\

"That's my girl," Zach opened the belt, popping the button and sliding down the zipper, all the while watching the heat on her face get even hotter. Her fingers twitched and clenched against his chest. His Megan wanted him, wanted to touch him. It was more than beautiful. "That's my beautiful girl. Get into the bed."

"Only if you hurry." Megan took her hands off his skin and scooted back towards the middle of the mattress. His skin felt just a little cold even with her eyes still on him. "I want you in here with me."

Zach couldn't help smiling as he kicked off his shoes and slacks. Megan bit her lip, hot eyes watching as the last of his clothes fell away and he climbed onto the bed near her feet. "I'm right here, Megan. Lay back." His breath caught in his throat at just how beautiful she was stretched out completely bare and reaching for him. "So beautiful," His hands acted on their own, catching her legs just above her ankles. His lips acted on their own, kissing a line up the inside of her leg to the sound of her breathless moan.

"Zach, please." Her hands clenched in his hair as her body arched under his. Cupping her hips in his hands, Zach struggled a little to hold her still. He wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot. Smiling against her knee, he licked a quick path up the top of her thigh to place a soft kiss on her hip. Her grip tightened along with every muscle in her body. So responsive, so delicious. Moaning his name. "Damnit, Zach, I need you."

He found himself kneeling in order to kiss his way over her stomach and up her ribs. With his lips over her heart, Zach looked up into her eyes with a smile. "What do you need, sweetheart?" He couldn't resist stroking just the very tips of his fingers along any skin he could reach. Her lips opened soundlessly for a moment or two, her hands clutching at his arms as if for balance. "Tell me."

Then it was his turn to gasp wordlessly as one of those tiny beautiful hands slipped down his side to curl around his erection. //Oh, sweet hell, Megan.\\ The lips he would never get enough of smiled at him as he helplessly arched and thrust against her fingers. "I need this, Zach. I want to feel you closer, so close. I need you, Zach, now."

"Let me… be gentle…" Zach caught her wrists and guided her arms up above her head. "Let me make this so damn good for you." He pulled her legs around his waist and fisted his hands in the sheets next to her ribs. He needed inside her, needed her kiss, but couldn't crush her under his body. He had to control himself better than this. "Give me a kiss," Zach leaned down, bracing his elbows in the mattress to keep his weight off her chest, and reached for her lips. The kiss was soft, a gentle reminder to every other nerve in his body. //Slow, careful.\\

Her mouth left his with a sharp gasp as Zach pressed slow and careful into her heat. She was… absolute heaven. Hot, soft, and wet and taking him deeper a needy inch at a time. The pleasure on her face was the only thing that mattered as he fought the pleading of his nerves to move gently. The soft stroke of her fingers on his face and the gasp of his name on her lips made it just a little harder to control the plunge of his body into hers. //Fuck, so soft and tight. Megan…\\

When his hips rested flush against hers, he stopped to catch a breath off the warmth of her lips. "Zach… hmm… you feel…" If he let her describe this, this amazing heat and desperate need…he might lose the edge of his restraint. Zach caught her lips before the words could finish, letting the kiss be as deep and hard as he wanted to thrust between her legs.

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