I grab at his jeans, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. I tug them down over his hips, pressing my lips into his stomach. He leans forward, pushing me back onto the bed with one hand. He settles between my knees, his lips brushing across my neck as he reaches down, running a finger beneath the edge of my underwear. I shiver as his fingers brush over my clit. As he bunches my underwear in his fist and tugs so it’s pulling roughly at my skin.
The sensation has my hips bucking toward him, and he pulls harder.
“God, Zeke, you’re going to rip my underwear.”
He snickers into my neck. “Then let them rip.”
I roll my eyes at him, my mouth finding his again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down into me. I want to feel his weight.
He tugs my underwear down my hips, the thin fabric digging into my skin as he does.
“I can’t get over how wet you are for me,” he says, dropping my underwear to the ground. He runs a hand up my leg, his palm settling in the crook of my hip. His thumb runs lazily along my center, pressing lightly inside me and then trailing up and circling me. I shudder into him.
And then he pushes back from me, sitting on his heels and looking at me splayed out in front of him. I close my legs, suddenly feeling on display.
He shakes his head, tugging one knee to the side. “I want to look at you.”
“Zeke,” I say, reaching for him.
He ignores me, his hand trailing up my abdomen. His fingers dance in small circles around my nipples and then come back down my stomach, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His hand drops down to my hip, then to my knee.
He lifts, folding my leg up on my chest. He glances down, rubbing his thumb along my center. “God, you are so ready for me.”
“Zeke,” I say, closing my eyes in embarrassment.
“Never did I think someone like you would be so dripping wet for me.”
“Yes, I want to fuck you,” I say, anxious to get over the looking part of things. “Can we please get to it?”
He pushes his underwear down, releasing himself, and my mouth goes dry at the sight. As he positions himself on top of me, I straighten my leg out over his shoulder. That’s what he was getting at anyway, right?
His eyes follow the movement. “Fuck, yoga is amazing,” he says, and he slowly pushes inside me.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as he moves deeper.
“This doesn’t hurt you?”
I shake my head. “My leg? No. Just do me a favor and don’t go too deep just yet.”
He kisses my cheek as he pulses in me. “Gabi, I will do whatever you tell me to do.”
“Well I certainly like that,” I say, as his rhythm ticks up in speed just a notch.
He kisses me, his tongue winding into my mouth and tangling with mine.
He fucks me faster, and as I get used to his size, I want him deeper. I grab at his hips, pulling him into me, and he follows my lead, working from a slow and steady pace to a punishing rhythm.
“Zeke,” I pant.
He grabs the back of my neck, taking my mouth with his. “Are you close?” he asks.
“Really close.”
I grab onto him as my orgasm takes hold. I cry out, and he pulses into me with consistency, driving me over the edge until I’m just a puddle of a human beneath him.
And then he jerks into me, grunting in my ear as he fills me.