That heated, slippery softness was a joy to take his time over, but even as he ground his teeth at the bliss of it, the weight of his erection sank him deeper into her folds. Her flesh gave way for him, her cream welling around him, her skin molding naturally to his crown. He felt her entrance beneath it, his aim truer than he'd known.
"Meant to be," he murmured as he shifted his angle the tiny bit it needed to go in. His entire body gathered for a good, hard shove.
"Wait!" she gasped, her hand coming to his breastbone to hold him off.
Alex shook with his effort not to do what every fiber of his being had been prepping for.
"Wait?" he said once his jaw unclenched. "I've been waiting fifteen years for this!"
"I just… it's been a while since I've had actual sex."
Her confession struck him as odd, but he wasn't sure he wanted an explanation of actual sex right then.
"Maybe," she suggested, "you could go in slow."
Clearly, Zoe had some idea of the difficulty of what she asked. Her cheeks had turned a shade of pink that neared red.
"And after I go in?" he growled.
Zoe's squirm of embarrassment did nothing to make obliging her easier.
"Maybe you could go slow for a few more strokes," she pleaded. "It's my favorite part. When a man pushes into me all the way. I want to feel it with you."
"If that's your favorite part, you've been sleeping with the wrong men."
He knew he sounded surly, but Zoe smiled.
"Try," she said, stroking his face. "Try for me."
He kissed her wrist, then nipped the skin lightly.
"I'll try. Now pull your knees up and give me room."
He should have known doing what she asked would kill him, but he wasn't sure it would have mattered. He loved pleasing Zoe, he always had. If she wanted a slow first thrust, he was damn well going to give it to her. Of course, he moaned before he even had the head inside her, a long, pained trail of sound. One inch went in, then two, and Zoe's hands began to push up his back.
Her touch made him shiver deliciously.
"Oh, yes," she crooned, stroking his straining muscles. "Oh, just like that."
She was slick around him, tight but welcoming, her inner muscles flickering without stopping him.
He moaned her name when he hit four inches, finally beginning to feel like he was inside her. Five made his neck arch, and six pulled his breath from him in a rush. He was really doing this. He was really sliding his aching dick inside Zoe.
At seven he started to have to work for room, but Zoe's fingernails were dragging tingling tracks up and down his spine, and he was highly motivated to keep going. Eight finished him, nearly in more ways than one. He was shoved in her to his root, throbbing tightly against her walls while her heels dug into the upper slopes of his ass. His balls were so ready to shoot it felt like they were trying to crawl into his abdomen.
They opened their eyes in the same instant. Zoe's were soft and glowing in their frame of black.
"Wow," she said, writhing slightly under his weight. The wriggle seemed part discomfort at his size, part eagerness to savor every inch. "That was worth waiting for."
"It's not over yet."
Her slow, hot smile might as well have been an injection of Viagra. Alex winced as he swelled to a state of hardness he hadn't known he could reach. "You promised me a few slow ones."
"I didn't promise, I said I'd try. And anyway, you could say please first."
She shook her head, outright grinning now. "You're such a control freak, I'm afraid you'd like me begging too much."
In all his fantasies, he hadn't expected her to make this fun. It occurred to him that she was teasing him like they were still friends.
"Okay," he said, his voice husky for more reasons than being insanely aroused. "I just want you to know my sex drive wasn't built for restraint."
Though this was truer than Zoe knew, he couldn't complain. Her groans of pleasure made the effort more than worthwhile. He managed to give her six slow strokes: six killing, breath-stealing strokes. He was up on his arms, his elbows locked to keep them from trembling. When she moaned "Oh, God" and started panting, he knew he'd reached the end of his rope.
"Can I go faster now?" he gasped.
"Oh, yes," she said. "And, please, go harder, too."
He barely had breath to laugh at her politeness, but he sucked in more before he let his body explode into the f**king it so badly wanted to give her.
She wailed at the first strong thrust, but it was an oh, God, keep doing that so I can come sort of sound. Alex clenched his jaw and kept going, pumping his thickness high against her passage, bumping her cl*t with each downstroke. He was hoping force of habit would keep him from hurting her, because his control was pretty much shot to hell. His body drove him faster, harder, ignoring her jerky rhythm to keep its own. Pleasure rose like a flood tide, until he didn't know how he could hold more. It felt like someone had turned the dial to maximum on his nerves. Every sensation was sweet and sharp: the squeeze of her pu**y around his cock, the dig of her heels on his bu**ocks, the almost cutting prick of her nails. He nearly died himself when she came and her eyes went blind.
"Alex," she gasped, her body quaking, and he immediately wanted to send her up again.
Though he wanted to come bad enough to scream, he set his knees in the blanket and kicked his h*ps faster.
"Oh, God," she said, round-eyed and throaty voiced.
"Put your feet down," he snapped. "Let me take over."
She was too startled not to do it. He pulled her hands from behind his back, catching her wrists together and stretching them over her head. Her br**sts arched higher on her ribs, shaking with his near violent thrusts. Her rosy ni**les were making him crazy. He lowered his chest, braced on one forearm so the hot little pebbles could scrape his hair. He couldn't doubt she liked the hard treatment. Her belly jerked with her excitement, with her gasping, ragged breaths. He tightened his grip on her wrists, and the breaths got faster. Her eyes were wide, almost frightened but not quite. His blood surged like a dam breaking.
This was his fantasy. Her at his mercy, shaking helplessly with pleasure, letting him take her and take her until the beast that drove his body felt like fury as much as lust. He hadn't known the fury was there, but he could guess why. The Zoe he'd fallen in love with had let him go. He'd loved her with all his heart, and she'd let him go. It hadn't mattered what he'd done; he'd wanted her to fight for him. He wanted her to fight now.