Chapter 11

He brushed his lips against her temple and turned her in his arms so she faced the mirror above the dresser. Jessica stared at their reflections—Zell, big and masculine behind her, his arms around her, his head bent down, his eyes on hers in the glass; and herself, dainty and feminine in his shadow, golden and white beside him. She watched as his fingers unbuttoned her pj top and unbuttoned her pj pants. She stood motionless as he drew the clothing off her body. He stroked his hands down the front of her, cupping her breasts through the lace cups, sliding down over her hips, tracing every curve and line that expressed her femininity. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, nibbling at her flesh, catching the narrow strap of her bra in his teeth and drawing it down. Jessica watched as he feasted on her skin, kissing, nipping, licking, devouring every exposed inch. He caught the other strap of her bra with his fingers and drew them down, then pulled the lace panties away from her, letting it drop to the floor. He captured her breast in his hands, lifting and squeezing them, plumping them together and flicking his thumb across her nipples. Jessica's breath caught in her throat. She'd never be a party to anything so erotic. Her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with passion were locked on the image in the mirror. Zell's big, white hands kneading her breasts, her nipples thrusting out swollen and red between his fingers. Arousal seared through her, hot and thick as she watched her own seduction and experienced every sensation at the same time. He slid one hand down her rib cage and over her belly to her feminine mound. Jessica leaned back against him, letting her thighs part as he slid his hand between them. He caressed her and through the haze of desire she watched his fingers stroke through the delta of tawny curls as the fever of need intensified inside her. With one arm banded across her ribs, he lifted her up against him and her head lolled back against his shoulder, rolling from side to side to die as he eased a finger deep into her warm wet channel of her womanhood.

Zell: Watch, this is our love making.

His eyes locked on hers in the morror. He stroked her deeply, rhythmically, in time with her harsh breathing. Jessica moaned and moved against his hand, her control gone, her instincts overwhelming her as Zell took her closer to the edge. She chanted his name, the words catching in her throat as she struggled for breath. Her breasts rose and fell in the image in the mirror. Her stomach quivered. Zell's hand moved against her groin. His eyes watched her from beneath the rim of dark lashes, smoldering amber, hot and bright. Her gaze fastened on his mouth, blatantly sensual, carnal, his lips moist and parted slightly as he whispered to her. Her climax hit her like a wave, breaking over her, knocking the breath from her. Her body stiffened in his arms and would have cried out, but Zell twisted her around and fastened his mouth over hers. He kissed her hungrily, savagely, bending her back over his arms, his free hand tangling in her hair as it spilled behind her. In the next instant they were back on the bed, Jessica lying back on the cool sheets, Zell with one knee on the mattress and one foot on the floor as he tore his shirt off and flung it aside. He jeans followed. He came to her magnificently naked, aroused, lowering himself over her and plunging himself into her in one smooth move that lifted her off the bed.