by: iluvaqt@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: As per default chapter.
iluvaqt's Notes: Out of courtesy for those that prefer not to read love scenes, I made this a separate chapter. Summary of chapter 2; Zack can't resist the temptation and succumbs to his desires. Feel free to skip this chapter.
Chapter 2 -
Jondy's apartment, San Francisco
Monday, November 4, 2019, close to midnight.
Feeling her mouth on his, Zack tried to stay in control. His heart was pumping wildly in his chest and his temples were throbbing. Push her away. Push her away, damn it. Before something happens that you'll regret. Shut up. You're adults, she wants it. Damn it, fool. Get some already. You know it's about time. With his resistance fading fast, he knew he wouldn't find any redemption in Jondy. She was clinging to him as if there were no tomorrow. Jondy kissed his mouth, his throat, the hollow in his neck…
Feeling hot kisses trailing from his mouth to his earlobe, Zack sagged back against the door. He was drowning and there was nothing he could do to fight it. Her scent was poisoning his mind of all reason. Teeth sank into the soft flesh of his lobe and his breathing was coming in ragged gasps.
Kneeling on the floor in front of him. Jondy reached up and tore his shirt right down the middle. Tracing her fingers of his muscled torso, her mouth soon followed her hands. She stuck out her tongue and licked his stomach before darting her tongue in his navel.
Zack couldn't bear it any longer. He buried his hands in her lush curls and gently urged her to get up.
Jondy didn't want gentle, she wanted hot, passionate, demanding. She wanted him to give back exactly how she was giving him. She leaped up to straddle him, her strong legs encircling his waist. She intertwined her fingers in his blond hair, bringing his face closer to hers. Letting her warm breath bathe his forehead before she savagely claimed his mouth again.
In the darkness, with only slivers of moonlight shining through the windows, Zack said his prayers. He lost the will to fight. He only begged that the world would forgive him in the morning.
Walking with her still wrapped around him, he headed for what he hoped was the bedroom. Shrugging out of his jacket, he let it fall to the ground. Finding the bed, he leaned down to it. Depositing Jondy on the edge of the bed, he fell with her.
He was a welcome weight on top of her, so when he eased away, a sob escaped her lips. She wouldn't let him go, not now. Grabbing the back of his torn shirt, she pulled it up over his head. She wished she had time to savor his magnificent body, but if he ran now she wouldn't survive the night. The pale moonlight traced his body, every bump, and smooth surface. He was so perfectly sculpted. Like a masterpiece craved from the finest marble. She pulled off her top and pulled him down to her.
When their skin touched, he shivered. Her warmth soon chased away the sensation and he felt himself melting into her. He reached beneath them and unclasped her bra. Tracing her collarbone with his finger, he teased her skin. He bent his head and started kissing her, from her mouth, to the top of her ribs and the cleft between her breasts. With his left hand, he cupped her breast. His thumb rubbing its rosy peak until it hardened beneath his touch. He suckled her until she cried out, and pulled on his hair.
Kissing him, being enveloped in his arms, she felt like crying. She felt so light-headed that she was sure was soaring. The heat she felt under her skin threatened to push her into a blissfully, delirious, unconsciousness, but she fought to stay with him. She needed to cherish this moment. She had no idea why. She just knew she had to. It was as if she knew she would never experience such passion again. Everything felt so right, how could she have thought it could be wrong? What he was doing to her, what she was doing to him.
Drowning in her eyes, so full of passion, his brain had turned to mush eons ago. If someone asked him which way was up, he wasn't sure he could answer them. Never in his life had he experienced such a wild loss of control. He was both empowered and scared by it. Her beautiful body felt so soft against his. Her skin was like the purest silk, and it shimmered like cultured pearl under the moon. He sensed her move beneath him, and seconds later the rest of their clothes had dissolved.
Her hands molded the curves and plains of his chest. He trembled under her attentions and his blood ran hot in his veins. His vision was cloudy and his voice was husky and deep. "Jondy?" He touched his head to hers, he held himself back but his strength was hanging by a thread. Even if she asked him to stop now, wasn't he sure he could.
Jondy met his smoldering blue eyes. It was as if she could read the longings of his body in their depths. Not that she needed to, his body spoke for itself. The desire, she knew he was trying to hold back.
"You stop now and I'll have to kill you."
He couldn't laugh. It just wasn't funny when you felt like you were about to tear apart at the seams. He kissed closed her eyelids. He placed kisses along her jaw and the moment he entered her, he kissed passionately.
Jondy felt no pain, only extreme pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his upper body, pulling him closer. Lifting her thighs, she pressed her legs against him, trying to draw him deeper inside.
He began to move slowly, building the sensations, rocking her body. Her head fell back into the pillow as ripples fluttered across her belly. Gradually, he built up the momentum, bringing her with him. Each time he partly withdrew, she thought she'd faint with wanting. He filled a void inside, in so many places. With every caress and touch of his lips, she felt herself molding to him. Welcoming him. Craving him more.
She felt the tension in his body. The effort he was exerting in holding back his release. Jondy touched the well-defined muscles of his torso and stomach, with her hands. Sensing his waning restraint, she kissed and sucked his neck.
Tremors started deep inside her and her walls convulsed around him. She moaned with pleasure. And he finally let go, spilling his warmth inside her.
Zack rolled to his side, and Jondy went with him. One leg was still firmly wrapped around his waist and he was still inside her. Even now her inner walls were still stroking him.
Blue eyes searched hers. Jondy read conflicting emotion there. Contentment, joy, confusion, and something she never thought she'd ever see in Zack's eyes. Vulnerability. She kissed his lips, and buried her hands in his hair. She traced his lips with her tongue, before he opened his mouth and deepened their kiss.
He had never felt so alive. Sure there had been times when the adrenaline of a chase or escape, had made his nerves burn under his skin, and his heart pound in his ears, but this was different. He thought to feel alive it had to hurt. Every fiber in his body was on hypersensitivity. He could smell, feel and sense everything. Jondy's skin, her hair, the way his body fit hers, and the way she smelled. The feeling her soft lush lips against his, and desiring it more than his next breath. This couldn't be right. Experiences like this weren't real and it couldn't last. Those thoughts were quickly forgotten when he felt her hand slowly traveling over his stomach.
It was much later that Zack fell asleep, and Jondy took pleasure in watching him. Without the stern set to his brow and the harsh lines around his eyes, he looked so much younger. His muscles were relaxed, not a tense feeling to his body. He felt safe with her. Comfortable. Those thoughts made her smile. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on his chest. She fell asleep listening to the strong and steady rhythm of his heart.