All Night Long
Chapter Seven: Page Three
Resisting temptation, Zell turned to head out to the
living room to get his clothes.
"Are you going to leave me like this?" his deep,
sleep-husky voice asked.
He jumped in startled surprise, wondering exactly what
Seifer meant. Was he going to leave him blindfolded?
Aroused? Aching the way Zell did? There were so many ways
to interpret Seifer's question, and Zell's traitorous heart and
body battled with the difficult decision to stay or go.
"C'mere, Zell," he said, the crook of his finger
beckoning to Zell, mesmerizing him.
And like a man lured by the spell he'd cast, he found
himself slipping out of his robe, wanting one last time
with Seifer. One last goodbye. Crawling across the
mattress, Zell pulled away the sheet and slid the length
of his body along Seifer's. Seifer wrapped his arms around him,
holding him close, the heat they generated together
making Zell shiver.
Zell lowered his head and parted Seifer's lips with his
tongue. They kissed, long and deep, a slow, sensuous
exploration that matched the caress of his hands down
Zell's spine. Their limbs entwined and heartbeats
quickened. Zell tasted his hunger, felt the urgency
build, his need as great as his own. Physical desire
made itself known and he was beyond ready for Seifer, but
there was so much emotion to their embrace, as if their
hands and mouths and bodies spoke the words Zell held
locked in his heart.
Zell loved him. Unexpected tears burned the backs of his
eyes and he somehow managed to keep the moisture at
bay. He'd have plenty of time later to wallow in
misery.
The tenor of their kiss changed, turning hot and
dominant, and Seifer's hold on him tightened. Zell gasped as
Seifer abruptly rolled and dragged Zell beneath him, pinning
him to the bed with his hard, muscular body. He wedged
Zell's legs apart with his thighs, settling his hips in
between, right where he belonged. Zell held his breath,
waiting for that first thrust that would make him forget
everything but this man's possession.
It never came. Instead, he did the unthinkable. He
reached up and pulled the blindfold off, breaking Zell's
rule. Seifer glanced down at him, his fiery green gaze
making direct eye contact with him for the first time
since Zell had kidnapped him.
To be continued...
Chapter Seven: Page Three
Resisting temptation, Zell turned to head out to the
living room to get his clothes.
"Are you going to leave me like this?" his deep,
sleep-husky voice asked.
He jumped in startled surprise, wondering exactly what
Seifer meant. Was he going to leave him blindfolded?
Aroused? Aching the way Zell did? There were so many ways
to interpret Seifer's question, and Zell's traitorous heart and
body battled with the difficult decision to stay or go.
"C'mere, Zell," he said, the crook of his finger
beckoning to Zell, mesmerizing him.
And like a man lured by the spell he'd cast, he found
himself slipping out of his robe, wanting one last time
with Seifer. One last goodbye. Crawling across the
mattress, Zell pulled away the sheet and slid the length
of his body along Seifer's. Seifer wrapped his arms around him,
holding him close, the heat they generated together
making Zell shiver.
Zell lowered his head and parted Seifer's lips with his
tongue. They kissed, long and deep, a slow, sensuous
exploration that matched the caress of his hands down
Zell's spine. Their limbs entwined and heartbeats
quickened. Zell tasted his hunger, felt the urgency
build, his need as great as his own. Physical desire
made itself known and he was beyond ready for Seifer, but
there was so much emotion to their embrace, as if their
hands and mouths and bodies spoke the words Zell held
locked in his heart.
Zell loved him. Unexpected tears burned the backs of his
eyes and he somehow managed to keep the moisture at
bay. He'd have plenty of time later to wallow in
misery.
The tenor of their kiss changed, turning hot and
dominant, and Seifer's hold on him tightened. Zell gasped as
Seifer abruptly rolled and dragged Zell beneath him, pinning
him to the bed with his hard, muscular body. He wedged
Zell's legs apart with his thighs, settling his hips in
between, right where he belonged. Zell held his breath,
waiting for that first thrust that would make him forget
everything but this man's possession.
It never came. Instead, he did the unthinkable. He
reached up and pulled the blindfold off, breaking Zell's
rule. Seifer glanced down at him, his fiery green gaze
making direct eye contact with him for the first time
since Zell had kidnapped him.
To be continued...