“Open your eyes.” His voice commanded me and I looked up to see him staring down at me. “I want to see the expression in your beautiful brown eyes when I enter you and make you come.”
I gazed up at him and felt him push his way inside of me. He moved slowly at first, and I felt the entire length of him squeeze into me, feelings of lust, pleasure, and delight enveloped me, and I cried out as he filled me up. He grinned as I yelped with pleasure and our eyes remained linked. He continued to hold me down, but increased his pace, going faster and faster, and deeper and deeper than I had ever known was possible before.
“Oh Zane.” I screamed out as he took me to the brink of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had in my life.
“Fuck Lucky, I’m going to come.” He grunted as he slammed into me. He released my arms, and I ran my nails up and down his back and shuddered as I climaxed. Zane collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I held him tightly against me and he rolled on to his side, with his arm draped over my waist.
“You’re so beautiful, Lucky Starr Morgan.” He traced his fingers from my waist back up to my breast and then to my chin.
“I can’t believe you saw my driver’s license,” I groaned as he said my full name. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“You have to tell me why your parents named you Lucky.” He smiled at me and leaned in to kiss my lips.
“I told you at the party, remember?” I laughed and then froze at my mistake. “Or maybe not.”
“Argh, I’m guessing that was Braydon.” He frowned and his eyes darkened.
“Yeah.” I bit my lip, hoping I hadn’t ruined the mood. “I hope that—”
Zane’s lips crushed down on mine and I kissed him back, happily satiated. I giggled as I felt his hands reach in between my legs again. “Zane,” I moaned as he played with me.
“Lucky.” He laughed and licked my lips, bringing his hand back up and caressing my hair. “Ready for that movie?”
I nodded, eyes drooping as he pulled me towards him. He rolled over slightly and pulled the covers down and he pulled the sheets back up over us. “Come.” He pulled me into the nook of his arm and I settled next to him, feeling warm and loved. “I thought we could watch a French comedy. It’s an old favorite of mine.”
“What’s it called?” I yawned.
“No sleeping just yet, my dear.” He grinned. “Le Diner De Cons.”
“Oh, I have no idea what that means.”
“The dinner of fools.”
“Oh?” I yawned again and snuggled into his chest. “It sounds interesting?” I lied and he laughed.
“Trust me, it’s hilarious. They did a remake of it called Dinner For Schmucks with Paul Rudd and Steve Carrell, but it sucked.”
“Oh, I saw that movie,” I groaned. “It was so bad.”
“This one is a lot better.”
“Hmmm, I believe you.” I closed my eyes as he turned on his TV.
“You’re not going to watch it, are you?” he whispered down at me as he rubbed my shoulders.
“I am too,” I mumbled with a smile on my face.
“Uh huh.” Zane’s voice sounded amused.
“I’m watching,” I mumbled, as I drifted asleep, listening to the French instrumental music that played along with the opening credits of the movie.
“Sweet dreams, Lucky,” Zane whispered into my ear and I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face. For the first time in a long while, I felt at peace and content. I knew that I was going to have a very happy sleep.
Chapter 11
“Today, I am going to show you the Los Angeles that I love.” Zane leaned over to kiss me as soon as my eyes opened. I stretched out and ran my fingers down his chest.
“So last night was real then?” I grinned, satiated and content.
“It can be real again in about a minute.” He reached down and squeezed my nipple.
“As much as I’d like that, I would like to get out of the house today.” I wrinkled my nose at him and he jumped off of the bed and pulled the covers off of me.
“Hey,” I shrieked and rolled over.
“Let’s have a shower.” He reached down and picked me up.
“Together?”
“Of course, is there any other way?” He growled and carried me into the bathroom. “I’ll wash you and you can wash me.”
“I scrub hard, you know.”
“You can scrub me as hard as you want.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me softly. “Your lips taste like candy again.”
“I’m sure they don’t.” I laughed.
“You smell like a dewy garden on a spring morning.” He buried his head in my neck and breathed in. “You’re intoxicating me with your smell.”
“That’s not all I can intoxicate you with.” I pushed him back against the wall and grabbed his manhood. He was already aroused, and he grew even harder in my hands as I squeezed him.
“I thought you were holding back this morning?” His voice was husky and he pushed himself into my hand so that I was rubbing his whole shaft.
“Well, I think I can spare 15 minutes. It has been a while.” I squealed as he picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him and brought his head down to mine. I kissed him harder and when I felt him enter me, I held onto him for dear life.
“Oh Zane.” I screamed out as he slid in and out of me, every movement was tantalizing me and my orgasm was building up quickly.
“Oh Lucky, you feel so tight and slick. You are always ready for me.” He groaned and collapsed against me as we came together a few minutes later. I slid down from his waist and we stood there panting and holding each other.
“I need to start working out if we’re going to keep this up.” I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath.
“Maybe you should go morning, noon, and night.” He whispered in my ear. “Because that is how much I want you.”
“We can’t have sex three times a day,” I gasped. “We have work to do.”
“We can squeeze it in.” Zane turned on the shower and we stepped in, letting the hot water cascade down on us. I grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over his body, taking my time to feel and appreciate every inch of him. This man was perfect, from his muscular arms, to his toned stomach, and tight butt. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, and I giggled.