Warning: Chapter will contain sexual content recommended for ages 17+
Continuation of Last Chapter
𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The front door of the two story home slams open, causing me to jerk upwards at the vibration echoing down the walls of the empty dark house. I curse at myself realizing the only reason the house is pitch black is because the sun had set and it was now seven at night.
Blinking the sleep away, I stand on my feet just in time for the door to my room to barge open without my permission.
Zach is standing there, face flushed, eyes glazed over while his chest rises as fast as my heart beats in his presence. When our eyes meet, I see the relief wash over his hardened features.
He strides across the guest room before I have a chance to speak, resisting the urge to come any closer.
I notice that his hair is now cut like it was when we first met four years ago. The unruly black strands no longer have the length to be pulled together by an elastic band.
"You left the beach without saying a word to anyone." His tone is hard but then it softens. "I have been searching every corner of town for you."
"I saw someone from the press hiding in the bushes with a camera. I needed to leave so I did." I say vaguely. My brows furrowed as I said this next part quietly. "I didn't think anyone would care if I left."
What I meant to say: I didn't think you would care if I left.
The defeating silence doesn't linger about, instead it sits in the air like it has no place else to go.
Zachs head dipped as he sighed heavily. "Everyone sees it except you. How can you not see it?" His eyes snaked down my center, making me want to cover myself.
"See what?" I verbalize. "And why do you even care? You're fine. God, look at you. You're fine, Zach." Anger pricked my skin because he had just played on the beach like I didn't even exist and now he was playing the part of a worried ex, friend—whatever he and I were at this point.
"You think I'm fine?!" Zach frustratedly shakes his head, kicking the ajar door shut. My heart hammered inside my chest at his words right as he continued. "Is that what you've been thinking this whole time? That I'm fine even after last night." It hurts when I hear his voice crack. "I am the complete opposite of fine. Fine isn't never being able to look at other women the same after you. Fine isn't wishing every night you would've fought for me, for us. Fine isn't regretting getting on that damn airplane four years ago. God, Sage—fine isn't counting down the seconds until we can be together again." His tired gaze roams my face for a reaction.
I'm unbelievably still, with no breath left circulating in my lungs. Zach's confession doesn't stop there and I can't imagine what he'll reveal next after all of that. "I am not fine because you have single handedly ruined me, Sage. He takes a crackling last breath, whispering. "For anyone else who isn't you."
The words I want to say somehow run out. How am I supposed to push him away when every fiber in my body wants to pull him closer.
Zachariah steps forward until our bodies are flushed against one another.
I don't step back.
With our foreheads connected, inhaling each other's ragged breaths, itching to close the one inch gap, it becomes impossible to not want this.
His eyes are so intense on me that I was sure he could read every single thing I was thinking and feeling. My breasts rise and fall as my breathing becomes more spaced out over a short period of time. The moment I hear the doorknobs lock click, I know what we're about to do.
"We should—stop," I whisper, not believing my own words.
Zach swallows hard. "We should," He repeats slowly, causing my half lidded eyelids to flicker shut.
"We're not going to, are we?" I voice weakly. He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine. My skin feels like it's on fire and suddenly I'm burning. Burning for Zachariah. In more ways than one.
"Absolutely fucking not." He captures my lips in one single breath, like I was the oxygen he needed to survive.
Like I was the only thing he needed to live for.
He backs me into the nearest flat surface, combining our breathless moans. I don't get the chance to catch my footing when we stumble backwards into the wall. Open mouths moving flushed over the other, body's glued and a sense of urgency that wasn't there before. Anticipation shoots down my spine at the recognizable sensation.
Zach easily hoists me up with one hand while the other gently cupped my chin. Deepening the kiss only excites me further. I find satisfaction in the fact that Zach arousal brushes up against the inside of my thigh, hard and pulsating.
His soft lips trail the curve of my jaw and I let my head fall back, giving him full access to parts of me I've kept closed off. Each gentle and slow peck restores lost pieces of me that I thought I'd never get back.
Seconds after my hand disappears into the tangled black locs on his head— I give it a slight tug, earning a deep groan from the back of Zachs throat. I want more.
Heat spreads across my skin when Zach silently tells me he agrees, loosely nodding his head while our lips discover each other. His fingers scale down the silk material of my matching pajama set, itching to lay eyes on what's beneath. The buttons are undone faster than the speed of light, leaving me fully exposed in the dim bedroom lighting. The headlamp combined with the blinds offer a column of shadows to highlight my dark brown nipples, hardening from just his look alone.
Somehow in the midst of tearing each other's clothes off, we ended up in his guest room and at the edge of his untouched bed.
"Fuck, you're covered in these." Zachs rasp while his fingers skimmed the permanent red ink sitting between my breasts. His gaze roamed my body like he was appreciating art on a canvas, mesmerized and astonished by what he was seeing.
"I had some inspiration." I smirk, letting the humor roll easily off my tongue.
Zachs brow shoots up as if he was ready to accept the challenge of who's tattoos looked better. My mouth practically dries when his hands go to the back of his neck to grab the collar of his t-shirt before pulling it up.
Fuck.
Toned abs. That stupid half smile with desired coating his gaze. Pure muscle covered in body art. My eyes fell to the trail of hair disappearing down the pointed V just inches above his shorts. There's a snake tattooed trailing down his pelvis and without thinking I brought my hand up and caressed the area. Zach grabbed both my hands, pinning them above my head.
Yup, his definitely won.
His lip connects back to mine causing us both to fall flat on the bed, Zach on top and me in the comfort of the sheets. Every kiss, every pant, every moan has a raw intensity, it almost sparks a fire.
"You missed me huh?" I run my painted acrylics up and down his back. His sculpted muscle tense under my delicate touch. I don't know where this newfound confidence comes from. But it's here, out in the open and clearly turning Zach on.
"Let me show you how much." His breath is warm and tingles down my neck. A small shudder runs down my entire body as Zach holds two fingers to the strings holding up my silk shirt, pulling each down slower than the first. "First, let's get rid of these." My eyes follow his tattooed hand parting his way between my legs.
I allow him to drag down the fabric to my ankles, where I kick them off and onto the floor. I gasped when his fingers came to the middle of my panties, pushing the drenched material to one side and sliding not one but two fingers in. I tightened around him, mouth parting at every gradual thrust.
I bit my bottom lip to stop any loud noises from leaving my mouth. Glancing down with half lidded eyes, I watch him speed up the pace, his warmth burning me up from the inside out.
"Eyes up here." He murmured softly and I followed his instructions, lifting my gaze to his deep set gray eyes. Zach lands on one knee in front of me and I'm completely undone by the sight.
Parting my legs further, Zach plants soft feathering kisses up my thigh until he reaches my aroused core. His tongue worked its magic across my clit along with the finger already inside me.
"Zaa—ch." My breathing is ragged and uneven.
My hips buckled, and the moans I tried so hard to keep to myself spilled from my lips in a loud cry of pleasure.
I draw in a much needed breath ignoring the way my skin feels like it's on fire.
"Za—ch...please, I can't." I pant in between heavy moans.
His gaze grew ten shades darker. His mouth detached from me just to speak. "Zachariah." He corrects sternly. "If you're going to moan, use my full name or we stop. Understood?"
I nod not being able to say more than two words at a time as he speeds up his pursuit on my glistened flesh. It's almost as if his appetite never subsides. I shifted, raising myself up off the bed with my elbows to see a head full of hair moving between my legs.
"Zachari—ah, God I'm...so close." I cry out as my body lurches forward, needing more of his touch. Needing him inside me once and for all.
With one final plunge of his tongue and finger pressing against my sensitive clit, the pressure in my stomach magnified and my whole body scattered with goosebumps as an orgasm rippled through my lips.
My head falls flat against the plush mattress, tired and hazy from one of the best highs of my life.
Even as my limp body lays spread across the now tousled sheets, Zachs hovers over me with a foil packet in his hand and the other rubbing circles around my hardened nipple.
"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, leaning down and colliding our lips together in one effortless motion. Just the taste of myself on him draws an intensifying feeling to the middle of my chest.
"You don't know me." I exhaled, ignoring the way my body throbbed for another orgasm.
Zach eyes drop, roaming my body from head to toe while lingering on parts of me he just had in his mouth. "I'm going to know every inch of you by morning."
My brain immediately short circuits when his lips draw a path down my jawline, then down the shaft of my neck and finally to the curve of my full breast. They barely fit in his hand but he seems to have no problem holding onto the extra weight like he actually enjoys it. Zachs tongue darts out wetting the raised buds and I moan at the aching sensation causing me to fist the sheets at my side.
When he feels like the inevitable has been prolonged too much Zach pulls away fully. No hand resting on my thigh or kisses nipping across my neckline.
He searches my face at the same moment I whisper, "I want this."
I lean forward and press my lips against his unshaven jaw. Zach stifles a groan as I reach inside his boxers, stroking his length until it fully hardens between my grasp.
I held my tongue as he rolled on the condom and aligned his hips to mine. Zachs hand goes right to my thigh, snaking his hand around it and hooking my leg onto his hip. His face was now centimeters from mine, eyes dark and voice raw.
The burning sensation between us gives away when I nod allowing him to enter his length slowly. His sculpted body molds so perfectly with mine, the magic of our collision causes a fragile gasp to bolt through my lips.
His fist wrapped around my ponytail as my hips followed Zachs deep, deliberately slow thrust. "What are you doing to me?" He trails off in a low rasp as he slides further into me than before.
I gripped his shoulder tightly as my desire for him grew stronger. Each plea to go faster gets louder than the first. Zach listens and plunges inside of me at a speed that doesn't let me get another word out.
Our lips meet again this time Zach swallows my unrestrained cries of pleasure. My insides continue to liquefy as we rock against each other until my arousal is heard with each collision. Every slow and controlled movement is combined with a tenderness I can't fully comprehend.
"You feel as good as you taste." Zach murmurs close to my ear. Sweat coats our skin and our palms are slick from holding hands throughout the entire process.
I moan in response feeling the need to reply.
"Use—thrust—your —thrust words." He groans and my heart, the organ beating in my chest, ceases to exist.
"I'm clo—se, please. Just don't s-stop."
Fire pools into my lower abdomen at the same exact time my vision fades to black. The feeling grows and grows until I'm screaming Zachariah's name like a prayer.
Clenching around him one final time, I let go as soon as an orgasm strikes us both senseless.
He brushes the curls stuck to my forehead away from my face looking intently into my eyes. That's when I notice he's studying me and probably counting the faint specks spread out across my nose and cheeks just like old times.
I try to duck my head but he grabs a hold of chin, tilting it upwards. "My heart, it still beats for you. I'm convinced you own it."
He's still inside me.
"Without thinking, I reply. "I want to keep it."
He doesn't stop worshiping my body even though I lose count of how many orgasms we've reached.
We do this for hours throughout the night. Countless positions of Zach pummeling into me like I was an answered prayer kept us up until the morning hours. I don't think either of us want to stop and remember what our reality actually looked like.
"I'm still in love with you." He starts, causing my heart to squeeze. I feel his eyes on me even in the dark and I meet the silver pools halfway. "I've waited four years for you Sage and I'd wait a million more if I have to. I want to spend a lifetime loving you if you let me."
"I want that too," I sigh, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat race. "More than you'll ever know. I have never stopped loving you Zachariah. Ever."
Sparks fly when Zach caresses my cheek causing me to look at him before crashing our lips together. It lasts for maybe a minute as we both murmur I love you back and forth until either of us stubbornly give up at being last to say it. I pour every last feeling I have into that one kiss until we breathlessly pull apart. Zachs head rested below my chin, while his arms were curled around my midsection. Threading my fingers through his dark hair that has grown so much longer since we've last seen each other, gives me the comfort that I needed to feel okay with what we're doing.
And the truth is, I love this moment the most. The quiet stillness after such an intimate experience. We don't speak, just simply listen to our hearts race rapidly in the presence of one another.
Officially he wasn't mine and I wasn't his but everyday it was getting harder to convince ourselves of that simple truth.
End of Chapter
Whew...that was intense. I've been stuck on this chapter for like a week. Smut is like the hardest thing to write. Sorry for any mistakes!
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