They were embracing close and laughing as he apparated them, still laughing as they arrived in his living-room and then, as she staggered a moment -- never too steady on her feet when it was someone else doing the apparating -- his arms tightened around her and she let out a gasp, and all at once they weren't laughing any longer.
But kissing. Tongues warm and eager and lips sliding together and both of them moaning and swaying for balance and grinding into each other in a minute's frenzy of finally, finally being alone. Her hands danced over him, stroking his back, squeezing his bum, tugging his shirt loose at the front so she could slip her fingers under and feel the heat of his skin, just like his own hands left a searing trail over the small of her back.
Having given in to the urgent, immediate greed, Zach pulled back a fraction and, eyes closed, she heard the smile in his voice. And her heart was suddenly thumping like it had decided to make a break for it and beat out of her chest. A furious heat was racing from her chest up to
( ... )
She felt so good beneath his hands, all heat and softness. Her lips opened to him and he slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, savoring.
He could hear the hesitation in her voice, could feel it in the muscles of her back. And then she looked away from him and he stepped closer, sliding one finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look in his eyes.
"Hey. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I can get you firewhiskey and I can put on music but if you're scared or nervous or unhappy... I don't want that. I want you to feel good. And as much as I'd love to see you undress for me, and to dance for me, I'd love just as much to dance with you and undress you myself." He kissed her softly on the lips. "Anything you want, gorgeous. Anything at all. I adore you. Everything about you. Do you know that?" Another soft kiss. "I can't breathe without you."
Zach moved quite close again and she felt his fingertip gently raise her chin. Uncertain, she met his gaze. The heat in his eyes made her weak and restless with arousal, but the understanding there was what made her heart turn over with a pure ache of wanting him.
She melted into his soft kisses, soaked up the sweet reassurance, and felt to her marrow how much she longed to offer him this. Zach's kindness ran as wholehearted and deep as any of his strong emotions, and it was a side of him that reached a tender, trusting place she'd rarely showed to anyone else
( ... )
"Absolutely," he said at once, kissing her again, before letting her go. He went into the kitchen and poured them both a drink, carrying them both into the living room and downing his at once.
"Hang on," he said, kissing her once more. He went to get the muggle cd player and took it to his bedroom, plugging it in before going to lead her inside.
"All right," he said, letting go of her hand and turning on the music. She looked so lovely standing there, and he would remember this forever.
Slowly, the soft throb of music pulsed over them, and he pulled her close, moving in time with the beat. "All right?" he asked, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "We can stop and go to bed whenever you want. Remember that."
She jumped off him immediately and was shucking her knickers down those gorgeous thighs. He smiled, watching her, and then... oh that blush.
His smiled turned wicked when she asked what he meant and he raised an eyebrow and beckoned her back up onto the bed. She crawled up beside of him, all naked skin, trembling and he moaned low in his chest when she straddled him. He could see how wet she was, it was on her thighs, and he arched up, pressing a bare strip of his chest against her lips, growling softly and feeling his cock give a slow throb.
She eased up, so obviously nervous, but wanting, wanting him. And oh how he wanted her, and he didn't want her to be nervous. When she asked him what to do, her voice... it cut through him, the way it cracked and broke.
"I won't tease," he said seriously, his hands coming up to her hips and guiding her up higher over him. "Relax. It's just me. I want you like this." He could smell her, earthy and musky and sweet, and it made his mouth water. Her cunt was open and red, slick with her
( ... )
His hands on her hips were a relief, tugging her nearer to his face, showing her how to do it. Because she had no idea how this was going to work. She was strained too wide, thighs shaking already, and feeling too exposed, too alone in this desperate arousal with him in calm control. She wasn't at all sure she could come this way, even though she was so keyed up she was close to sobbing with the need for release. Zach must have seen her anxiety because he was talking to her, voice soft and hoarse, words of gentle reassurance mingling with the almost surreal erotic backdrop of the jazz music. When he coaxed her lower towards his mouth she started to whimper, helplessly, unable to tear her gaze away. She saw him open his mouth wide, his tongue flicking out, and there was the heat of his breath searing her and then the warm slick pressure of his mouth on her, and she jerked hard into the sensation and caught her balance on one hand with a low, shaky cry
( ... )
He groaned as he felt her slowly relax against him, pressing her cunt more firmly against his mouth, his chin. God, it was amazing. He restlessly shifted his hips up and down in time to his tongue sliding in and out of her opening, pressing deep and holding before pulling back again. Circling up to her clit again, he sucked the lttle nub into his mouth, humming softly, fingering her nipple as he did so
( ... )
Zach moved his hands to her hips, holding firmly as he started in on her clit for real, licking at her with steady, perfect pressure. She moaned and shivered, still watching him, didn't want to miss a second of it, and it was so erotic to see the things he did to her even as she felt them in her body. He was watching too, taking in her reactions with a hunger in his glazed eyes that told her he was getting aroused again after having come so hard
( ... )
Her hair and hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once. His knuckles were white where he clenched the headboard and his breath came in ragged gasps. She moved over his body with such complete focus... it was so bloody erotic. He wasn't used to lying still for something like this, but the difficulty of having to do so was an added turn on to the entire situation.
She was more gentle than he needed, but he didn't mind at all. He liked her soft touch, her careful kisses. Her comment about his feet made him open his eyes and lift his head to look at her. The little minx was grinning at him, giggling. He growled.
"Tease," he whispered, biting his lip and nudging her lips with his toes before letting his head fall back against the pillows again as she sucked it into her mouth. Oh.Slowly, slowly, she worked her way up, pressing his legs apart and crawling between them, sweet kisses and soft touches and he was thrusting up into the air, his hips rocking back and forth by the time she made it to the junction of his thighs. Her
( ... )
There was a softness over Zach's face as she looked into his heavy eyes, something that made her stomach flip and her heart turn over. The nearly disoriented gaze, the warm flush over his cheeks, the hint of a plea over his parted lips that had just been spilling deep moans of pleasure. He'd let himself be vulnerable, lowered his guards for her, and it filled her with a tenderness so fierce it almost hurt inside. When he arched up against her, gasping as she took his cock between her thighs, she murmured soft non-sensical words of appreciation and relaxed, pliant against him, and kissed him slow and easy, as gentle as she knew
( ... )
"So do you," he whispered, turning his face into her hand, kissing her, pressing his tongue in between her parted lips as he gripped her backside and shifted deeper into her.
She pressed back against him, taking him deep, and he bent his knees, pressing his heels into the mattress and spreading his thighs as he thrust up into her. Tight, so very tight, it always felt like the first time, and she was dripping down his shaft, he could feel wetness from her seep over his balls.
"All right?" he asked, wrapping one arm around her lower back and keeping one hand on her arse as they moved together, him pressing up again and again as she pressed back down against him. She clenched around him and he nipped at her lip, watching her through half-lidded eyes. Her breasts slid against his chest, their nipples brushing together, and he rolled his hips in a tight circle, shifting beneath her, the bed moving with their soft, slow motions.
Zach deepened the kiss as he pushed up inside her, and she gave a sudden soft cry at the feeling, the thick, glorious ache of being stretched and filled making her tingle all over, her toes curling and her fingertips flexing with it.
He'd bent his knees, giving them leverage to move, and began raising his hips in a slow, steady motion, his hand on her bum keeping her pressed against him. She ground down on him in response, matching every deliberate surge of motion. The position didn't give room for long or hard thrusts but the slow, close friction was delicious, her mound pressing down on his pubic bone with every rocking thrust, the crisp hairs there teasing her clit in a way that made her whimper and tighten around him. They lay belly to belly, chest to chest, breath to slow shuddering breath, and she felt like she was drowning in him, in the sensual rolling motions and the slick warmth of their bodies sliding together.
She turned her face into his kisses, gently caught his mouth with hers, soft and lingering. When their mouths parted, she gave him a grave little smile. "I know that, I know you never meant for any of us to get hurt ... and we're all still on our feet, still friends. I guess that means it could've been handled a lot worse
( ... )
"Maybe," he said quietly, grateful to have her near. He guessed hs was right, it could have been a lot worse. But it still felt pretty shitty.
She seemed a bit hesitant and perhaps... uncomfortable. He could just imagine the little wheels in her mind turning with what the apprpriate things to say are when you find out your boyfriend and his boyfriend have broken up.
Or maybe she was hurt that he'd not told her sooner.
That thought made him grab her wrist as she sat up. "Hey... I'm... I should have said something sooner. It wasn't that I wanted to keep it from you. It just... hurt a bit. It's easier to let it lay still and quiet in my head for a while. You know? Saying it makes it real. I just... needed some time. Don't be mad at me?"
Mandy looked up as he grabbed her wrist, her stomach dropping with concern when she saw the uncertainty in his expression. As he explained, faltering a couple of times to search for words, she listened to him seriously, and then she raised her hand and brushed a few long strands of his hair away from his eyes.
"Oh, Zach ... I'm not mad. I understand that you needed time before you told me, actually." Impulsively, she ducked in and laid her arms around his neck, giving him a tender hug. "I'm relieved, and happy for you and me, but at the same time I feel confused and ... guilty, I guess. It doesn't seem right for me to be happy over something that hurt you and Wayne. So I don't know anything very smart to say, but I love you, and I'll listen if you need to talk, and I won't nag if you need some space to process this on your own. Okay?"
Her hand was soft on his face, her fingers gentle, and then she hugged him and he held her back, closing his eyes while she spoke.
"You have nothing to feel guilty over. Nothing. You've been so amazing. I can't... I'd never have been able to handle things like you have. You're the most... unselfish person I think I've ever met."
He smiled when she said she loved him and said so many other beautiful things that he didn't really think he deserved, but he clung to all the same. "I need you. Just you." He bit his lip and then kissed her again. "Want me to grab a snack for us while you get ready for bed? Unless you're planning on showering, in which case... I'd rather volunteer to wash your back. I don't fancy the idea of being away from you for that long right now, as unmanly as that sounds."
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But kissing. Tongues warm and eager and lips sliding together and both of them moaning and swaying for balance and grinding into each other in a minute's frenzy of finally, finally being alone. Her hands danced over him, stroking his back, squeezing his bum, tugging his shirt loose at the front so she could slip her fingers under and feel the heat of his skin, just like his own hands left a searing trail over the small of her back.
Having given in to the urgent, immediate greed, Zach pulled back a fraction and, eyes closed, she heard the smile in his voice. And her heart was suddenly thumping like it had decided to make a break for it and beat out of her chest. A furious heat was racing from her chest up to ( ... )
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He could hear the hesitation in her voice, could feel it in the muscles of her back. And then she looked away from him and he stepped closer, sliding one finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look in his eyes.
"Hey. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I can get you firewhiskey and I can put on music but if you're scared or nervous or unhappy... I don't want that. I want you to feel good. And as much as I'd love to see you undress for me, and to dance for me, I'd love just as much to dance with you and undress you myself." He kissed her softly on the lips. "Anything you want, gorgeous. Anything at all. I adore you. Everything about you. Do you know that?" Another soft kiss. "I can't breathe without you."
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She melted into his soft kisses, soaked up the sweet reassurance, and felt to her marrow how much she longed to offer him this. Zach's kindness ran as wholehearted and deep as any of his strong emotions, and it was a side of him that reached a tender, trusting place she'd rarely showed to anyone else ( ... )
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"Hang on," he said, kissing her once more. He went to get the muggle cd player and took it to his bedroom, plugging it in before going to lead her inside.
"All right," he said, letting go of her hand and turning on the music. She looked so lovely standing there, and he would remember this forever.
Slowly, the soft throb of music pulsed over them, and he pulled her close, moving in time with the beat. "All right?" he asked, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "We can stop and go to bed whenever you want. Remember that."
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His smiled turned wicked when she asked what he meant and he raised an eyebrow and beckoned her back up onto the bed. She crawled up beside of him, all naked skin, trembling and he moaned low in his chest when she straddled him. He could see how wet she was, it was on her thighs, and he arched up, pressing a bare strip of his chest against her lips, growling softly and feeling his cock give a slow throb.
She eased up, so obviously nervous, but wanting, wanting him. And oh how he wanted her, and he didn't want her to be nervous. When she asked him what to do, her voice... it cut through him, the way it cracked and broke.
"I won't tease," he said seriously, his hands coming up to her hips and guiding her up higher over him. "Relax. It's just me. I want you like this." He could smell her, earthy and musky and sweet, and it made his mouth water. Her cunt was open and red, slick with her ( ... )
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She was more gentle than he needed, but he didn't mind at all. He liked her soft touch, her careful kisses. Her comment about his feet made him open his eyes and lift his head to look at her. The little minx was grinning at him, giggling. He growled.
"Tease," he whispered, biting his lip and nudging her lips with his toes before letting his head fall back against the pillows again as she sucked it into her mouth. Oh.Slowly, slowly, she worked her way up, pressing his legs apart and crawling between them, sweet kisses and soft touches and he was thrusting up into the air, his hips rocking back and forth by the time she made it to the junction of his thighs. Her ( ... )
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She pressed back against him, taking him deep, and he bent his knees, pressing his heels into the mattress and spreading his thighs as he thrust up into her. Tight, so very tight, it always felt like the first time, and she was dripping down his shaft, he could feel wetness from her seep over his balls.
"All right?" he asked, wrapping one arm around her lower back and keeping one hand on her arse as they moved together, him pressing up again and again as she pressed back down against him. She clenched around him and he nipped at her lip, watching her through half-lidded eyes. Her breasts slid against his chest, their nipples brushing together, and he rolled his hips in a tight circle, shifting beneath her, the bed moving with their soft, slow motions.
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He'd bent his knees, giving them leverage to move, and began raising his hips in a slow, steady motion, his hand on her bum keeping her pressed against him. She ground down on him in response, matching every deliberate surge of motion. The position didn't give room for long or hard thrusts but the slow, close friction was delicious, her mound pressing down on his pubic bone with every rocking thrust, the crisp hairs there teasing her clit in a way that made her whimper and tighten around him. They lay belly to belly, chest to chest, breath to slow shuddering breath, and she felt like she was drowning in him, in the sensual rolling motions and the slick warmth of their bodies sliding together.
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She seemed a bit hesitant and perhaps... uncomfortable. He could just imagine the little wheels in her mind turning with what the apprpriate things to say are when you find out your boyfriend and his boyfriend have broken up.
Or maybe she was hurt that he'd not told her sooner.
That thought made him grab her wrist as she sat up. "Hey... I'm... I should have said something sooner. It wasn't that I wanted to keep it from you. It just... hurt a bit. It's easier to let it lay still and quiet in my head for a while. You know? Saying it makes it real. I just... needed some time. Don't be mad at me?"
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"Oh, Zach ... I'm not mad. I understand that you needed time before you told me, actually." Impulsively, she ducked in and laid her arms around his neck, giving him a tender hug. "I'm relieved, and happy for you and me, but at the same time I feel confused and ... guilty, I guess. It doesn't seem right for me to be happy over something that hurt you and Wayne. So I don't know anything very smart to say, but I love you, and I'll listen if you need to talk, and I won't nag if you need some space to process this on your own. Okay?"
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"You have nothing to feel guilty over. Nothing. You've been so amazing. I can't... I'd never have been able to handle things like you have. You're the most... unselfish person I think I've ever met."
He smiled when she said she loved him and said so many other beautiful things that he didn't really think he deserved, but he clung to all the same. "I need you. Just you." He bit his lip and then kissed her again. "Want me to grab a snack for us while you get ready for bed? Unless you're planning on showering, in which case... I'd rather volunteer to wash your back. I don't fancy the idea of being away from you for that long right now, as unmanly as that sounds."
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