Rating: MATURE ADULT/NC-17.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any other character, location, or whatever is mentioned in the works of Melinda Metz or Jason Katims, FOX, WB, and UPN.
Author's Note: Let's see... Last time I updated, it was November 18th, 2008. I had hoped to update sooner, but then finals came up, and then the worst thing that could possibly happen come final time- my computer crashed and died! Today is actually the first day I got my computer up with internet and running with all my old files, so YAY!
I hope there are still people checking back on this story. I realize it's been ages since I updated. All the more reason to reread the story again! DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THIS STORY?!!?!
Anyway, I'm going to end my blathering here and give you the chapter you all have been waiting for! I shall say that this is a great chapter to be starting off the new year.
Chapter Twenty-Five:
[just music]
"From The Valley To The Stars," El Perro Del Mar.
March 31, 2001, Saturday; Roswell, New Mexico:
She could do it.
I can do this, she thought as she gripped the sides of her cardigan to her body. I can do this.
The silence was deafening. It was as if there was a microphone placed in front of her; the crowd waiting to listen to what she could have to say. She could kill for there to be music playing in the background or perhaps have plates shattering, not that plates wouldn't already shatter when she told the truth. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as the beating organ threatened to explode out of her chest and land on the floor. Her right eye twitched as if it was already sensing a future slap to her face. Her cheeks flushed with such heat that she swore she had been sitting in a sauna for a whole day.
I can do this. I can definitely do this. I can do this.
She had told one person already, so in a way, she had experience. Chewing on her lower lip and lowering her lashes, she stared at the smooth wooden floor. The typical saying at this point was, "I wish the floor would just swallow me up whole," but not for her. Right now, she wanted to be vacuumed into the ground where she would then be thrown into Hell. Yes, Hell seemed like paradise right now. Maybe thrown into a black hole. Anything would be better than what she was about to do.
No matter what she told herself, no matter how much she psyched herself up, she could barely get the words out. Every time she thought she was going to speak, all that came out was a squeak or a hoarse gasp. Her mouth dropped open only to shut quickly, making a thud noise as her bottom teeth collided with the upper.
She turned away from the watching eyes and bit into her pale fist. She wanted to scream out in frustration, but she didn't want to let people think she was having a breakdown. Instead, she looked up at the ceiling as if heaven was being revealed to her. She was muttering slightly to herself when she felt his strong hand on her lower back. His touch made her shiver while calming her down at the same time. She felt heat spread from his hand and smiled, knowing he was sending her comfort. That one single hand on her back—he was telling her that he was there for her, that he would be there for her no matter what happened. She took a deep mouthful of air and swung around to face the crowd.
I can and will do this.
"I'm pregnant," said Liz as she sighed in a mixture of relief and horror. Relief for that the weight that had been on her shoulders for many months was finally lifted. Horror because now that the words were out, she could no longer take it back, and hide it as a secret. She had admit it to herself—that in fact, she was pregnant. Pregnant, she thought. I have a tiny child growing inside this tiny stomach and in a few months, he or she will be here in my skinny quivering arms.
Liz wasn't sure what she feared most—the loss of her family and friends, the loss of all her dreams, the safety of the child, or bringing up a baby who did not belong here. This child did not belong in this time, but it didn't belong in the future either. A baby made of both the past/present and future—this child will be special, but the question is: how special? Will it be completely human or will it be an alien? Will it look like her or will it look like Zan, or would it be a perfect blend? Would it be healthy or sickly because of the mix of different DNAs? Would it be of normal intelligence or would it be just as smart as the aliens? Would it have powers?
She pictured a dark brown haired chubby-cheeked baby with amber eyes like Zan's, a small nose like hers, a smile that rivaled Zan's own toothy grin (she hoped the baby would never learn how to smirk like Zan though), and hopefully her ears rather than Zan's. That was her baby, her perfect little baby. She could almost hear its giggles.
When the world finally processed the truth, she quickly ducked when a glass cup exploded behind her. With motherly instinct, she covered her stomach with her hands. All her thoughts and questions flew out of her mind. She knew she was, in layman's terms, screwed.
"You're WHAT?" her friends screamed in unison. They all shook their head at her and began to yell. They couldn't believe Liz Parker was pregnant. Liz Parker was pregnant! It was as if she had told them the world was ending in an hour. Their faces went red, their lips went dry, their throats hoarse, and their eyes wide open to take in the full panoramic view as if they were searching for the truth.
Maria dropped the cedar oil bottle she had been profusely sniffing onto the table and reached into her pocket where she began to pour droplets of grapefruit relief liquid under her tongue. She downed the whole bottle, trying to wake up from this wacky dream she was having. She was muttering something about her not knowing and how her best friend was even pregnant.
"Please tell me you're joking, Liz," said Alex with wide eyes.
"Not joking," she said, opening the long cardigan to reveal her growing stomach and was ready to duck if something else decided to explode. Nope, nothing else broke.
As soon as her belly was shown, everyone's heads whipped towards Kyle. They all stared at him, wondering… Everyone had the same question in their heads. If Liz was pregnant and she had slept with Kyle not too long ago, did this mean…
Michael leered at the ex-jock. "Is it Kyle's?" he asked, sending a glare worthy of causing death. Liz was his non-blood-related little sister; he cared.
Kyle held back a squeak at the sudden evil look his friend gave him. He was so shocked because one minute, Michael's face had been of shock and suddenly, it seemed as if he had armed himself with a machine gun, ready to hunt him down. Kyle knew he couldn't be the father considering he never actually slept with Liz, but with that look, he might as well have!
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," muttered Kyle while waving his hand in protest. "It's definitely not mine!"
Maria gasped in horror. Considering Maria's family history, what angered her the most was men who did not stick around for their children. "Kyle, take responsibility!" cried Maria. "You can't expect to knock up my best friend and say it's not yours! You slept with her! Suck it up, get a job, and start supporting this baby!"
"No, Maria, it's not mine!" he cried in protest.
"Say it again, buddy, because even though you're my friend, I will make sure you can never reproduce ever again!" she yelled, lunging at him.
"I'll help!" shouted Michael, trying to grab a hold of Kyle's shirt.
"Maria!" screamed Kyle, standing up on the booth-seat and jumping over to the next empty booth. "I never slept with Liz! Tell her, Liz, tell her!"
"What? What do you mean you never slept with her?" asked Maria.
"Liz?" asked Alex, completely confused now.
"It's true. We, Kyle and I, never slept together," replied Liz.
"Then? How do you explain being pregnant?" asked Alex.
"I didn't know you were seeing someone else!" said Isabel, scrunching up her forehead.
"I'm not. I mean, I wasn't. I—oh, this is hard to explain," Liz said. She had tried to answer Isabel only to end up muttering to herself. Surprisingly, Max remained silent so far.
"Angel, tell 'em," said Zan, poking her side.
"Zan, I—" she began to say.
"Tell us what?" Michael asked, suspicious.
Rath, Lonnie, and Ava just sat back and listened. They were shocked as well, but it was Liz's life. They weren't going to go crazy on her like her other friends were. They had seen enough pregnant teenagers in New York to be freaked out. But putting two and two together, they knew she and Zan were an item.
"She bangin' Zan," said a smiling Rath with a catcall. "And damn, they banged HARD!"
For the dupes, it was no secret that they were together. It was only a matter of time it would happen. Zan loved Liz, no matter if she was from the present or future. And if Future-Liz learned to love Zan, than present Liz would too. He saw how they constantly looked at each other, a mixture of wanting to hurt the other and to kiss the other with passion.
"So Zan, yer dick broke yet 'cause ya must've fucked her pretty damn good." Rath burst out in laughter when he saw Zan and Liz both send him death glares. "I mean, damn Duke, I knew you had it in ya to fuck a girl good, but damn… ya must've had her in all positions tah get her all fertilized and shit."
"You're WHAT?" Maria yelled, frustrated that her grapefruit bottle was empty. "You're what? You're what? WHAT?!"
"Calm down, Maria," Liz said, emphasizing her words with her hands.
"No, Liz, I'm not going to calm down. I didn't know you were seeing him much less sleeping with him! You never told me, and now you're telling me you're pregnant? As in you have a freaking-baby-in-your-stomach pregnant?! AND AN ALIEN BABY?!" she yelled.
Alex tried to cover Maria's mouth as he spoke calmly over Maria's yelling. "When did you start seeing Zan?"
"Alex, do not cover my mouth when I'm yelling!" Maria shouted as she kicked him in the shin.
Truth be told, Liz wasn't really sure herself of when she started to date Zan. They were together all the time already. They went out to eat and see movies like normal friends, but they didn't acknowledge them as dates. They were just spending time together, having fun. Sometimes they kissed a little and sometimes they didn't. They continued to hang out like good friends with benefits. Then Liz started to freak out. Were they together? Or was she some sort of fling to him? Some replacement for Future-Liz? Some girl on the side for Zan to play with? Some—
"Not too long ago," Zan replied, seeing that Liz was questioning their status.
Then Max finally spoke up. "Zan's the father?" He wanted to hear it from Liz herself. He knew of what Liz had done with men. He wanted to hear it from her lips.
Liz stumbled a bit. "Hah, umm, uhhh, errrr…" She was going through the list of vocalic pauses to fill time while she thought of the answer. Zan was the father, but she was already too far along for her to be carrying his child—the time he came and the months of her pregnancy didn't match up.
Zan then threw his arm over her shoulder, protectively. "I am."
Then all the sugar containers in the café exploded. "Control your freaking powers, guys! God, I have to clean this mess up later!" cried Liz as the sugar grains covered almost every table. What she didn't know was it was all caused by one alien named Max.
"But Liz, you look too far along to be pregnant with his child," Maria said, pointing at the noticeable bump. It was because of the growing bump that forced Liz to tell everyone she was pregnant. If the bump had remained small and hidden by her overlarge shirts, she would've kept it a secret for as long as she could, but she couldn't hide it anymore. It felt almost as a relief to let people know she was pregnant. Zan knew, but she still felt alone.
"Uhhh, it might be an alien thing," Liz lied, "for the fetus to grow a little faster than normal human babies." She relaxed when they bought it the explanation. None of them had ever been impregnated by an alien before. What did they know? They had no knowledge about it.
Maria, who finally processed all the information, stood up, squealed, and ran over to Liz. She embraced her with a laugh. "Oh my god, you're pregnant! You're going to have the cutest child everrrrrrr and I'm gonna be Auntie 'Ria!"
Liz made a face in surprise that her best friend suddenly went from stark raving mad to being excited for her. "Maria!" Liz laughed out as she felt Kyle and Alex embrace her as well. Everyone congratulated her; everyone except Max who remained silent and lost.
- - - -
"How can you be pregnant with his child?" Max angrily asked, running his fingers through his short hair. He had been the one that made anything that could break explode. He may have looked calm and blank, but inside, he was boiling like an angry volcano. How else was he supposed to be feeling? The love of his life was now with his replacement and she was now carrying the twin's child. It wasn't his child, it wasn't him that she was with. He didn't know what angered him more at this point.
Liz winced at the anger of his voice. She knew he would be angry. If not when she had told the group, but later and now was the later. Max was always more confrontational alone. He had grabbed her and dragged her to her room after everyone had congratulated her and calmed down from the news. Zan was ready to go after them, but Liz knew she and Max needed to talk, so she told him she would be fine and asked him to stay downstairs.
"Look, Max, I—"
"No, Liz! How can you?"
"How can I what?"
"Be with someone like—like him!"
She scrunched up her forehead in confusion and disbelief. "Like him? What is that suppose to mean?"
"He's trash, Liz. Why don't you see this? He used you and he's going to dump you!"
Liz scoffed. "Max, did you not see Zan admit he was the father to everyone? I don't think that's him dumping me. He's taking responsibility!"
"He's not right for you!"
"Not right for me? He treats me the way I deserve to be treated. He cares for me, Max!"
"Does he love you?"
"Does he what?" she asked in disbelief.
"Does he love you like I do?"
Liz scoffed again but this time in frustration. In the end, no matter what happened, it always came down to her and Max. But did Zan love her? She had a feeling, but it was too soon to tell. She knew he loved Future-Liz, but did he love her? She didn't know. They never even got that far. She only just found out they were a couple practically a few minutes ago. "Max, it doesn't matter. I love him," she admitted.
Growling in anger, he responded, "Tell me, Liz. Does he love you like I do?"
"Max, stop it! You and I—we're not together anymore. You can't just bring up 'us' whenever you feel like it."
"No, Liz. That's where you're wrong. It has always been about 'us.'"
"It isn't, Max! Why can't you see that? We're not together anymore!"
"I still love you," he said, reaching for her.
"Yeah, that was some love from you when you called me a slut!" she said, moving away from his hands.
His hand flew to his temple, trying to massage the throbbing pain away. He tried to remain calm, but this headache made him so angry. Too many thoughts were hounding him, not to mention that his heart was being stabbed to a bloody mess. His head was going to explode, but instead, his mouth did it for him.
"I didn't mean it. God, Liz! What did you expect from me? You took off for the summer, leaving me behind like I was nothing to you. Like I didn't matter, like I didn't have a say. We were not a one-sided relationship, Liz. I had a say! Did you think about what I wanted? Did you honestly think I wanted to be with someone like Tess? God, Liz, you know I love you and only you! I've always told you that we made our own destinies! That my destiny was with you, not some stupid wish my so-called parents had for me. But no, instead, you ran away from me, from us, and did god-knows-what. You ran away from this relationship because you were too scared to face the fact that we would have problems. We could've worked them out! And when you come back, you jump into bed with Kyle? You cheated on me! Now that was some love from you! To get over it in one summer, just a matter of two months, it's—… And now, I find out you're pregnant and the father is my twin? My twin, Liz! My carbon copy! My so-called replacement! I can only take so much. I'm part-human too, you know!"
She bit into her lower lip, not caring if she would draw blood or not. He was hurting just as much as she was. It was wrong of her to find happiness when he was still so much in pain; it was wrong of her to flaunt it in his face. Truth was she didn't get it over in one summer. She spent the whole time thinking about him, but obviously she couldn't tell him this. "I know, Max. I know and I'm sorry for that. This isn't how I wanted things to turn out."
He looked away, closing his eyes. He breathed in deeply. When he finally looked at her, his lower lip quivered as his eyes filled with tears. It was supposed to be Liz and him—happy together. She should be pregnant with his child, not Zan's. "Me too," he whispered hoarsely as reality settled in.
"It hurt me when you called me a slut."
"I didn't mean it," he said, looking at his feet, "But can you honestly blame me?"
She couldn't. She would have said the same thing in his position.
"Can you ever forgive me?" he asked.
"Maybe. In time, but right now, I can't. We're over, Max. We can remain friends, but you know, we tried that and it never worked out. We both just can't get over what happened. Anything other than trying again, we're done." Liz took this opportunity to walk away. Even though it was her room, she couldn't be in the same room with him, much less stand the sight of him. She had too much on her mind.
- - - -
"Whatcha guys talk 'bout?" asked Zan. When everyone had gone home (for Max, it was being led out by Michael because Max was too far gone to control himself), he stayed behind to help Liz clean up the mess. In a matter of seconds, the glass shards and the sugar were gone. Now he was resting on her bed.
"You know what we talked about," Liz said as she brushed her hair, staring blankly into her dresser mirror. She was feeling such tension. If anyone had told her she would be pregnant with Zan's baby, she might have laughed in their faces. She always thought when she would be with child, it would be with Max. She understood what Max was going through, what he was feeling. Nothing was turning out like they had expected. They both had dreams and goals that included each other, and now everything was changing. There was no going back.
Zan saw her disappear into her thoughts. He didn't like the frown that marred her beautiful face. He got up and began to knead her sore shoulder muscles, eliciting a sigh from her. "That feels good," she commented.
"I know," he grinned. Liz rolled her eyes at his cockiness. "I can't believe ya havin' mah child," he said, pushing her hair all onto one shoulder, leaving the other bare.
"Scary, huh?" she said, closing her eyes when she felt Zan's nose brush against her neck. Ever since Max asked if Zan loved her, she couldn't help but think about it for the entire day. She had to know because she did love him. "Zan, I know we haven't known each other for long, but… do you love me?"
Normally he would have tensed up and walked away, but Liz was not just some girl. He knew they would eventually have this conversation and he was ready. He placed an open-mouth kiss on her shoulder, dragging his lips to her neck. He pushed the tank top strap off her shoulders, hungered by the sight of the tank top dropping slightly to reveal the top of her creamy breasts. If he pushed the straps further down, it would only take an inch or two before he saw her dark areolas. He groaned as he felt the stirrings of his penis.
"You're beautiful," he said, turning her around. His arms curled around her waist, pulled her up from her seat and pressed her body to his. Staring into her brown eyes, he rested his forehead against hers. "You're beautiful and I love you." In her mid-smile, he then captured her lips in a tight lock between lips.
She sighed with content at the familiar taste of Zan. He didn't have the same taste as Max. He didn't stir the same feelings as she felt with Max, but they were just as strong and intense. Whereas Max tasted of cinnamon and Tabasco, Zan tasted of spice and liquor. With Max, it was pure love and with Zan, it was pure passion. Curling her fingers around the base of his neck, she allowed him to explore her. His sizzling tongue made her tingle when it slid against hers like his rough hands on her soft skin. She let him lead her to bed and as she laid down, he hovered over her, using his arms to prop himself up.
"God, baby, I don't think I ever can get enough of you," he huskily said. She tasted of strawberries and fine wine. Future-Liz had a similar taste as well; she had tasted of strawberries and expensive aged wine. Liz tasted of freshly made wine. He groaned as he felt the brush of her lips against his adam's apple. Her body was too soft under his. He felt like he was on fire.
She whimpered as she felt Zan shift his hips only to have his hardened bulge make contact with her already wet core through the fabric of their clothes. "Then don't. Take me, Zan. Please," she pleaded as she tried to pull his entire weight down onto hers. He cupped the side of her face, lightly pushing her head back as his lips descended down to her neck. He was teasing her with his lips. She had never realized how sensitive her neck was until Zan gently bit down where her neck met her shoulder. She hissed as his sharp teeth sank in. Pressing her palms flat against his hard back, she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself against him. She needed him.
"Fuck, Liz," he moaned as he watched this beauty mew softly as she rubbed her heat against his own. He knew what she wanted because he wanted just the same. They wanted to bite playfully at each other. They wanted to kiss like they had never been kissed before. They needed to feel their skin against each other. They needed to taste each other. They wanted to crawl into the other person. They needed to explode in pleasure. They wanted to make love. They wanted each other. As his fingers slipped under her shirt, he felt the swell of her stomach against his palm. Quickly, he pulled away.
"What's wrong?" Liz asked breathlessly.
"I… I don't want to hurt the baby," he said with distress on his face.
She then covered her mouth with her hands, but it was too late. The laughter in her body erupted from her lips as she threw her head back, cackling away. "Zan! Oh, Zan!"
"What?" he said, clearly pissed that she was laughing at him. Men never liked to be laughed at, especially during sex.
"You won't hurt the baby. He or she will be just fine. He or she's not going to see you, you know," she said, thinking about what most men freaked out about when having sex with their pregnant partners. Then she leaned into his ear and licked the shell of his ear. Whispering, she said, "If anything, you're hurting me right now for not touching me."
Zan closed his eyes in a groan as he felt her suck on his earlobe. "No, angel. I know I can't hurt the baby or the baby can't see my... my you-know... my impressive cock here, but when I fuck," he hissed against her ear with a smirk, "I fuck hard." He quickly pulled Liz's shirt over her head, surprising her. "You want me to touch you? Oh, I'll touch you alright," he said, pulling down her sweats along with her panties.
She was dressed one second, but the way he ripped her clothes from her… Her legs quivered as her core began to ache more. "God, Zan, hurry, please!" she pleaded with him. She felt odd that she was the only one naked and he was still fully clothed. But then all thoughts flew out of her head as Zan threw her legs over his shoulders and buried his mouth into her heat. Kissing the puffy folds of her core, his tongue snaked out, gathering the liquid that had seeped out. A deep moan vibrated from his throat as the taste of Liz made him dizzy. Her fingers gripped onto his hair as he began to slowly but surely eat her out. His tongue licked the entire length of her core and then dipped inside her, acting as a miniature cock.
"Oh god, Zan. That feels so fucking good," she gasped out in a breathless moan as she felt his tongue trace her opening.
Zan grunted as he heard Liz curse. She was always so proper but hearing such slews leave her mouth made him harder. Hovering over her vagina, he asked, "You like that, baby? Do you want more?" Teasing her, he pushed his finger just barely inside of her, only until he couldn't see the tip anymore.
"Please," she mewed as she tried to impale herself onto the finger.
"Tell me what you want," he huskily growled, watching her body arch off the bed only to try to bring herself down on his hand. All he could smell was her scent and it drove him nuts.
"God, Zan, make me cum. Make me fucking cum," she growled at him, frustrated that he wasn't relieving her ache but only causing it to grow more.
Smirking, he brought his mouth back down to her pussy and began to eat her out all the while thrusting several fingers into her. The clenching of her wet walls around his fingers and the increased grip on his hair from her fingers told him that she was almost there. Sucking and tonguing her clit, with a throaty growl, he slammed three of his fingers into her hard.
"Oh god, OH GOD!" Liz cried, arching off the bed as she felt her body convulse in orgasmic pleasure.
Reluctant, he tore himself away from her sweet core and watched a flushed Liz come back down to earth. He stared at his glistening fingers that had once been inside Liz. Her juices had coated his fingers and a bit of his palm. He swiped the juices across his lip and licked it off as Liz watched him. She tasted so spicy and sweet at the same time. He inserted his index finger inside of her, causing Liz to gasp since she hadn't come off her high yet. He hooked his finger and pressed against her g-spot.
"Oh god," quivered Liz as she sobbed. He removed his finger and licked it again.
Removing his shirt, he unzipped his jeans and laid on top of her heaving body, he placed a light kiss on her rosy cheek. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered as he took in her beauty. He watched as her nipples taunted him by rising quickly up and falling down with her chest. Her hair was fanned out across her blanket. She kept licking her lips, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. He could feel her seeping wetness stain the top of his boxers that peeked over his opened jeans.
Once Liz finally caught all the pieces that had exploded inside of her, she dropped her hands down to Zan's ass and pushed his clothed-covered erection against her heat. "Zan, please, I need you now," she begged. She could feel his rock hard cock twitch through his boxers as if it was trying to find its way out towards her. Grunting, Zan pulled his jeans and tore his boxers off. Liz quickly grabbed his cock and began to run her hand up and down. He was so huge and hard, yet he felt so soft at the same time. She could feel it pulse in her hands and jerk as she teasingly ran a finger over the head. She began to move down to return the favor as he had done to her earlier, but he pinned her down with his body.
"No, I can't wait. Watching you before, I won't last," he said as pre-cum leaked from the tip and coated her hand. She nodded and led him to her pussy. He hissed as her hot wetness coated the top of his penis. Bracing his arms on the side of her, he began to slowly sink inside of her. As he filled her, with one hand, Liz gripped at his hair like she had earlier. Grunting once again, he knew he was inside of her but he felt like it wasn't enough. Testing, he rolled his hips, not leaving her warmth once. She held onto him with her other free arm as she felt his cock slide against her walls. He fit inside her so perfectly.
"God, you feel so good, baby. So fucking good," he groaned as he began to move, slipping in and out of her passage. She was too hot for him. He felt like he couldn't breathe as she whimpered in his ear and wrapped her lower limbs around him. He picked up his speed. The sounds of their lower bodies slapping against each other filled the room. She buried the side of her face into her pillow as her nipples roughly brushed against his chest. She wasn't going to last long. After the first mind-blowing orgasm, she didn't have much in her body left for her to last. As she felt her second orgasm take over once again, the hand that had been gripping his hair pulled, causing Zan's head to jerk back.
Wincing at the pain of her tugs, he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Cursing as she shook under him, he pulled her hand out of his hair and pushed her legs that had wrapped around him off. Grabbing each calf, he threw both legs over each of his shoulder and held onto her legs. He began to pound into her faster and harder than before as her walls continued to flutter around his cock. Liz reached for him, to hold onto him as her second orgasm was becoming her third, but was only able to hold onto his arms that were holding on her legs. She tried to breathe but every time he slammed into her, the air rushed out of her. She gasped for air as her feet were in the air. Zan slipped out till the tip was almost out and surged back into her body. She threw her head back as a scream erupted from her mouth.
His fingers gripped her legs. He was sure there would be bruises but he didn't care. He wanted to cum so badly. Liz was an addiction and he needed to satisfy his need. Pushing her legs off his shoulder, he pressed her legs up against her body and sunk deeper inside. "Fuck!" He gritted his teeth as her wetness coated his sacs. She was so much tighter when he pressed her legs together. Slamming harder and deeper into her, he felt her nails sink into his skin. The bed creaked profusely as their bodies smacked against one another. Every time he pushed into her, her body would bounce back onto his cock from the sturdy bedsprings. He was so close. Her walls kept tightening around him as if she would swallow him whole. Her nails clawed at him, trying to grab a steady hold on him.
For a minute, he thought he was going to break her but her legs kept going back further, causing her walls to clench around his cock once again. He could see her folds puff up more from the pressure as his glistening penis reappeared and disappeared inside her. He could feel the tightening of his sacs as Liz's arms involuntarily pushed her breasts together. He swooped in for a kiss, thrashing his tongue against hers with the same movements of his hips. She panted against his mouth, whimpering. He pulled away and fucked her harder, harder than he ever fucked anyone before. All he could hear was Liz's wild screams and with an almost animalistic growl, he followed with her name on his lips as he pushed into her one last time before he exploded inside of her.
With an almost painful gasp, his cock twitched and he spilled himself into her. They froze in this position for a few seconds as his load shot into her. Then in exhaustion, he dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her body, completely spent. He could feel her nipples drilling into his chest, her stomach heaving up and down as she breathed rapidly. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder blade and pulled out of her, rolling over to the side of Liz. Their arms instinctively came around each other.
"Fuck, baby, that was amazing," Zan panted as he brushed a kiss on her flushed cheek. Liz, who had no words (because she was left breathless and without words), could only nod. As their tired bodies began to shut down, they shared a slow and soft kiss before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
To be continued.
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