Addison Flashback {6 months after the ending of 'Zombie Containment'}
The waiting was unbearable as I sat on the edge of my bed facing the window twiddling the bottom hem of my short, pastel pink nightgown nervously. Zed would be here any minute, as long as he wasn't either caught sneaking out by his dad, or by the zombie patrol.
A sudden wave of panic hits me as my mind starts to race. Was he caught? What happened to zombies caught out past curfew? Especially if they were caught in Seabrook and not Zombietown? Sure, things were beginning to change but the curfew was still in place for now, until there are some political changes and that takes time.
My thought were racing when I heard a soft tap on my window, and my heart leapt in my chest as I rushed to open it. There he was, smiling up at me.
"Hey." He whispered smiling. My smile was so wide.
"Hi." I whispered back. I stared dreamily into his eyes for I don't know how long until he finally spoke again.
"Um, can I come in?" He teased. My eyes widened in realization as I quickly tried to recover.
"Oh! Yeah! Of course!" I say nervously, scooting back from the window so he can climb in.
"That's better!" He said jokingly, brushing off his jacket before smiling at me again. I giggle and I'm staring at him again. Was I ever going to get used to him? After a few seconds of containing my squeal that he was here, I throw my arms around his torso and hug him tight. He laughs as he hugs me back.
I finally pull back enough to look up at him still grinning like a crazy person. "You didn't have any trouble getting here, did you?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Nope, smooth as rubbing peanut butter on an umbrella!" He says teasing me again. I feign offense and pulled back, turning away with my nose in the air and arms crossed over my chest. I can sense Zed's panic as he stiffens beside me and quickly starts to frantically apologize and tell me he was only joking.
I take the opportunity of his distraction to catch him off guard by tackling him to the bed. With an "oof" from him, we are on my bed and he has his arms wrapped around my waist from underneath me, smiling at one another. I lean in and kiss his lips, softly but lingering. All our previous joking forgotten.
It's like a shockwave surged through me at the contact, my body suddenly attuned to all the places his body is touching mine. My hands are pressed against his chest and I can feel the rapid beat of his heart on my palms. A swarm of butterflies wreak havoc on my stomach from the thought that I was making him feel this way.
Now it's his turn to take me off guard as he turns us over so that he's hovering over me. He captures my lips again and my mouth responds with fervor, wanting something I'm not 100% sure of. I'm frustrated by my innocence as my body craved contact with him. I tighten my arms around his neck so my chest is pressed against his, slightly relieving the ache to be touched.
His hands are holding onto my hips until I feel one start to creep upwards. My mind can't decide whether to focus on his mouth or his hands. And suddenly, he draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks. Well, at least my decision is made for me now. I gasp in a sharp breath at the new sensation, the heat in my belly flaring.
My hands start reaching for any part of him I can touch, but I'm frustrated by the amount of clothes he still has on. I tug on his jacket and he quickly disposes of it and is back on me in a second. My hands can wander more freely now, one roaming the back of his broad shoulders while the other found his firm chest. He groans into my mouth, enflaming me more and, all at once, I feel bold. The hand I have on his chest finding it's way down his stomach, I take a few moments to appreciate his abs before continuing further down.
When my fingers touch the band on his pants, my heart is racing and the pounding is in my ears. I've gone too far to be a chicken now. I continue down his fly until I reach something foreign and hard, I run my fingers tentatively across the length of it. I start to increase my pressure as I rub it through his pants and he breaks our kiss, closing his eyes and groaning, enjoying the feelings I'm giving him. I look down and it's so erotic to see my hand between our bodies like this, my cheeks are aflame and my boldness renewed.
I undo his pant fastenings with shaky hands.
"Hey, hey." He says stopping me in my tracks, placing his hands on either side of my face and forcing my eyes to his. "It's just me." He whispers inches from my lips, then he pressed his to mine in the next instant, a passionate kiss that eased any worries I had about being 'good' at this stuff. He pulled back again to look at me. "We can stop if you don't want-" He started to push up off of me but I grabbed his shirt to stop him.
"N-no!" I stammer, blushing nervously. "I want to."
He gave me a smile before laying back on top of me. Our lips connecting again, starting slow as we poured out our love for one another into our kisses until it became like we wouldn't be able to breath without the other. His hands were wandering, skimming over my hips and sides, coming so close that he would brush against the side of my breast, even through my thin nightgown it made me almost cry every time he didn't.
I wanted him to touch me. Oh so desperately. As if he's read my mind, his hand shifts slightly, so it's sliding slowly up my stomach. My hands fist the back of his shirt as my muscles tense under his touch.
I'm surprised by the electricity I feel when his hand slowly slides over my breast, giving it a gently, testing squeeze, I inhale sharply and quickly return to kissing him. My body is craving this. I press my chest into his hand to increase the contact. He sighs into my mouth, I know he's enjoying this too. I wonder if he would feel this good if I touched him? I want to give him pleasure like he's giving me.
My hand returns to its spot that I had stopped before. His pants were already undone so I had full access if I wanted. My hand gently slides over his boxers until I reach the foreign body part again. This time I wrap my fingers around the appendage and start to softly bring my hand up then back down. I hear Zed hiss in a breath and I'm afraid I've hurt him, pulling my fingers away as I look up at his face.
"Zed? Are you ok?" I ask, still worried I'd hurt him. He chuckles and grabs my hand, replacing it on his manhood.
"Keep doing that." He says huskily, the need I hear in his voice fueling me forward. Once I'm back in the same position, he takes his hand away to let me continue. He replaces his lips on mine, kissing me so soft and gently that my heart melts.
I pump my hand up and down, slowly at first. He pulls his mouth away from me and closes his eyes, seeming to be concentrating. His breathing is heavy and hot above me. He's really enjoying this, isn't he? The thought that I am doing this to him licks the fire in my belly and a new feeling between my legs makes itself known, a want to be touched on my most intimate spot.
An idea struck me. A completely perverted and embarrassing idea. My face turns beet red but I can't help but try. I stop working his member and start frantically pushing on his chest. He looks down at me, stunned.
"What's wrong?" He asked worried.
"Roll over," I demand, he's still in shock and doesn't budge. "please." I beg, he complies and rolls onto his back and without hesitation I'm on top of him, legs straddling his hips. My mouth claims his again, kissing him hard, he kisses me back with equal heat. His hands are gripping my hips, as if I'll disappear if he lets go. I guess I scared him for a minute there.
I blush hard as my idea comes back to mind, my core is directly above his member, just a few inches away. I press my hips down and I cry out at the sensation of his hardness against me. I vaguely hear his gasp but he quickly takes my mouth against his to muffles my noises. I move my hips like I had my hand, up and down his length, creating a delicious friction where I needed it most, even through my panties and his boxers the sensation is maddening.
We're both moaning and panting against each other as I rub myself on him. One of his iron grips releases and in the next instant it's on my breast. I gasp in a breath and his hand messages my sensitive mound. His hips are moving in rhythm with mine now, my brain is starting to go blank.
I'm almost to some peek I'm not sure of when he crashes his lips on mine, I shatter into 100 tiny pieces, wreathing on top of him as the room spins around me. He turns us over onto our sides. I bury my face in his chest and he wraps his arms tightly around me, kissing the top of my head softly as I ride out my intense first orgasm.
