He climbs onto the bed, trailing kisses up my arm, my neck, until he reaches my quivering lips. Euphoric from his intoxicating kisses, I barely feel my clothes removed from my body. His mouth maps my naked skin, drawing with his tongue the curves of my flesh. His architecture hands engraving his touch, I feel him all over me, everywhere. My blood pumps hard and my skin flushes with heat.
Drawing my heels up and down along the bed, my back arches. I writhe beneath his hands. I moan. I cry. I pant.
“Relax.” His husky tone bathes my shoulder. “Let me touch you.” He feathers the back of his fingers down my neck, slopes them over my hard nipples, and skims them past my tight belly to between my legs. “Ah, yes,” he strokes my click, taking breaks to dip inside my pussy, my legs quiver and shake, “you’re ready.”
“Yes,” I drop my head back, so ready.
He lowers his body onto mine. “Put your arms around me,” he says and I release my clenched hands, reach up, and hold on tight. “I’ll try to be careful.” He looks down at me. “But it’s going to hurt a little at first.”
I nod my head, not caring how it might feel. All I know is that I want him inside of me. I need us to become one. With intense eyes, he watches me. I feel him at my tight, wet opening. He bears down a little. I stretch around his thick head. He presses in more, guiding himself slowly, inch by inch, and I arch to take him further, trying to defy the pain, the resistance, and the burning sensation until I feel him break through until my body accepts all of him. His eyes close and his body shudders.
“Fuck!” He pushes up from my chest. Arms still around him, he takes me with him. His palms hit the mattress. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He holds his body still for a few seconds, and then his hips slowly draw back. The next time he enters me, the pain and the burning subsides. My walls constrict around him.
“Oh, Zeke.” I cling tighter to him. “Yes.” He fills me and pulls back. “Yes!” My legs hug his hips. He moves faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. Then I feel it; like nothing I’ve ever felt before, this exquisite sensation floods me. What I feel for him, it explodes inside of me. “Zeke! Oh Zeke,” I cry out, unable to explain what’s going on. How I feel. Oh, my God, is this an orgasm? I’ve never felt anything like it.
His strong arms wrap around my body and he pulls me against him. “Yeah, baby,” he says and I hear it in his voice, he is with me. He has to feel this too. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he growls, the raw sound reaches in and grabs a hold of me. Zeke pounds into me harder, he groans long and low against my ear. I let go and he holds tightly to me as the uncontrollable, shuddering contractions take me over the edge.
Rule four; broken.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I lay with Lurlene in my arms, her head resting on my chest. After everything that I told her, I should feel completely exposed but shit. I’ve never felt so close to a woman before, never had sex like that, the kind that eliminates the world around me.
“Zeke,” she says, stroking my arm. “Can I ask you something?”
I push the hair back from her face, bend down and kiss her on the forehead. She looks up at me and smiles. Damn, cheeks flushed and skin glowing. She’s beautiful. “No, you can’t ride the lightning, babe.” I wink.
“Not tonight.” She laughs, twisting around, grabbing my tee shirt and pulling it over her head. She spreads her legs and straddles my saddle. “I’m way too sore, but maybe tomorrow,” she grins, her hips shift forward and my flaccid cock hardens.
“Seriously,” I grip her hips, “you okay?”
“Yeah,” she settles down on me with another sweet smile. “You were perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” She shakes her head, running her fingers over my chest. “Not at all.”
“Good.” I blow out, resting my head back on the pillow.
“Zeke.” Her tone changes, and I know she’s about to ask what I stopped her from asking a second ago. “Who’s Addy? Is she ah ...” she bites her bottom lip. “She has the same last name as the man who ... ah−”
“She’s his mother.”
“What?” Her mouth drops open.
“Yeah.” I place an arm behind my head.
Her eyebrows come together. “But−”
“I know. It’s fucked up.” I readjust my head, getting more comfortable than I already am around her. She gazes down at me, waiting. Fuck it. I told her tonight that I’d give her all of me, and if she wants it, I’ll give it. “When I was a kid, I’d think about her a lot ya know, wondering who was responsible for creating such an evil person. What kind of mother raises a killer? I hated her. I wanted to scream at her, hurt her for what her son did to me, my parents. So, when I was thirteen, I decided to look for her. When I found her, I went to her house. I didn’t know what I was going to say, didn’t know what I was going to do, all I knew was that I had to see her.” I take Lurlene’s hand and rub her fingers, watching my skin touch hers. “I never expected this frail woman with long white hair and warm blue eyes to open the door. I remember standing there for a long time with mixed emotions. It was strange. I had this image of her in my mind. But looking at her, she seemed normal, even resembled my own mother a little. Not by appearance but by the way she looked back at me, ya know all motherly and shit. When she offered me a job, I wanted to turn around and run home. But then I thought about it and decided that I needed to know more about her. So I took the job.” I look up from her hand.