Strong Enough (24 page)

He works me with my juices creating the
lubrication for his movement. Holding my hips up, he lifts my leg
and rests it on his shoulder as he pumps in and out. His face
showing his enjoyment and I begin to feel the pressure
building.

Pulling out he looks down at me. “Get on
your knees,” he orders, his dominance so sexy.

I pull my left leg off his shoulder and
cross it in front of his face twisting my body, pulling my right
knee underneath myself and sliding it over to straddle him placing
me on all fours. My ass facing him, up in the air, he rubs my cheek
softly for a minute. SMACK! His hand connects with the same spot he
was rubbing and I let out a gasp of excitement. His hand moves to
the other cheek and rubs in circles until his hand comes down on it
too. The spankings are not painful but filled with pleasure. I
never knew it could bring such arousal, but I find myself wanting
him to do it again.

He grabs my hips and pulls me on his already
waiting hard cock. One swift push while holding me against him, he
pushes deeper into me until he pulls out. Pushing back in I squeeze
around him, release and squeeze again. His fingers dig into my hips
as his head drops back and he pulls me tightly thrusting deeper.
Our breathing increases, labored with each push, as I rock against
him until we are both panting as he moves in and out. One hand
releases from my hip as he spanks me with a slightly cupped hand
dropping me to my forearms and angling my ass upward. His cock
reaches a new point inside me. My breath hitches from the pleasure
and I choke back air as his movement doesn’t stop and he hits the
same spot over and over looking to make me cum.

“Oh my god,” I let loose when he hits the
target again. My pussy swells from pleasure and I clench his cock
with every thrust encouraging him not to stop.

His hand back on my hip, he does just want I
want. I can’t hold back anymore as I am ready to erupt.

“That’s it baby. I can feel it coming. Cum
with me, cum all over my cock baby.”

One more slap on my ass as he pushes deep
and I let go allowing all of me to release. “Oh my god yes!” I yell
out. He stills behind me, still inside and holding me close.

He waits a minute before he starts to slowly
pull out and the movement makes me tremble with pleasure until he
is all the way out. I collapse on my stomach, eyes closed with arms
and legs spread out. The bed shifts beneath me as he crawls off the
bed. The door to the bathroom closes and I roll over on my side
facing away from it and pull the covers up over my naked body.

Lying here I take inventory of the room.
It’s large much like the rest of the house with dark wood floors
and what looks like gray walls trimmed in white molding. Three
large windows, draped in white curtains and dark gray shut out
shades, make up one side of the room. Beside the king size bed
there is a leather sofa and chair in one area of the room and a
large chest in front of the bed with a large TV. No pictures or
decorations or anything personal. It seems stark and cold. The door
to the bathroom opens and the light shines into the room. His
shadow cast on the wall as he stands in the doorway naked with one
arm raised above his head leaning against the door jam and stares
his expression relaxed.

“What?” I ask self-conscious and wondering
if I should have gotten up and gotten dressed, so I sit up holding
the covers to my chest as I look for my bra.

“Where you going?” His voice confused.

“Looking for my bra, you’re looking at me
like I should have gotten dressed, sorry I didn’t realize…”

Pushing off the door, he walks the few feet
to the bed lifting the covers he crawls in as I am still searching
for my damn bra. His hand rests on the small of my back.

“Reece, sweetheart, stop.”

I shift to look at him confused. “What
then?”

“I was looking at you thinking how beautiful
you looked in my bed, and how I hope it’s not the last time.” His
words sincere.

A lump forms in my throat. This is all so
new and outside of what I am comfortable with. He wants me around?
He says that now, but he will change his mind. He doesn’t know
about the dark side yet. The part of me that makes all of them
leave. I need to look at this for just what it is. It was sex,
plain and simple, nothing more.

I resume my search for my bra only to be
stopped again. “Reece, listen, please stay.” He waits for me to
respond. Instead, I scoot closer to the edge of the bed thinking my
bra fell to the floor. Before I can scoot out from under the
covers, his arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me back and down
under him.

“Zane, I….”

Holding himself over me he doesn’t give me
an opportunity to talk as his lips kiss mine. I melt beneath him.
His lips leave mine “Stay Reece, don’t go.”

Staring into his big brown eyes I can see
he’s being sincere and I give in and offer a single nod.

Smiling he falls next to me on his side and
pulls me close holding me across my stomach. Our bodies mold
together and it feels natural, a place I was meant to be.

T
he sun breaks through the
window curtains casting light on the bed. Last night feels like a
dream, if it wasn’t for the rock of a man draped over me right now
I would be inclined to think it was. His head rests on my stomach a
peaceful look on his face. Unable to resist, I trail my fingers
through his jet black hair. He stirs and his hand moves and is
clutching my waist.

“Good morning Beautiful,” he says not moving
from his position on my stomach.

“Good morning to you too,” I respond sliding
my hand out of his hair and down the center of his back lightly
scratching as I go.

“You know a guy can get used to waking up to
you, especially if it comes with you scratching my back,” he says
with a laugh when I playfully slap his back.

“You hungry?” He asks rolling off my stomach
and sitting up with his feet hanging off the bed.

Eyeing the muscles down his back as he
stretches, he stands and the covers fall to the bed giving me the
best view of his perfectly round, tight ass. I gasp slightly at the
sight and he peers over his shoulder and winks at me as he walks to
the bathroom.

“You know a girl could get used to waking up
next to you too, especially if that’s the view I get in the
morning,” I yell after hearing him laugh to himself before he
closes the bathroom door.

The bathroom door opens a few minutes later and he
sees me standing wrapped in the top sheet of the bed sitting at the
foot of the bed.

“What’s wrong,” his voice a bit nervous.

At the end of my finger hangs my lace black
panties, well what were my panties.

His laugh is contagious as I find myself
laughing too.

“Awww sweetheart I’m sorry. They were, well
in the way. I’ll get you some new ones,” he says walking toward the
bed. “Actually I take that back, just don’t wear any around me,
makes life so much easier.” He winks and I roll my eyes.

Strolling his naked body into his closet he
re-emerges in a pair of dark gray basketball shorts that hang low
on his hips allowing that beautiful V to show and to my delight
still no shirt.

“I still can’t find my bra.” My blue eyes
fluttering to convince him to help me look.

He tucks my hair behind my ears and kisses
my forehead. “I’ll find it, go wash up and I’ll start
breakfast.”

Realizing I don’t have anything with me to
change into he turns and walks back into his closet this time
returning with a t-shirt and sweats and puts them on the counter in
the bathroom. I shuffle in behind him in time to see him pull a new
packaged toothbrush out of a drawer and toothpaste down from his
medicine cabinet.

“Thank you,” my words a whisper as I kiss
his shoulder when he scoots past me and shuts the door.

Walking down the hall the aroma of bacon fills the
air and my mouth begins to water. In the kitchen he is still
shirtless
thank god
and at the stove
with his back to me. The sounds of Ryan Adams plays overhead
eliminating any dead silence but allowing me the quiet step to walk
up behind him.

Slipping my hands around his waist I lay my
head on his back and breathe a sigh of ease. His hand rubbing mine.
“Breakfast is ready sit down I’ll bring it to you.”

I kiss his back and turn to take a stool at
the bar where he has already put out coffee and a small glass of
orange juice. Taking a sip of the coffee I nearly choke as he
places a plate in front of me with a beautiful omelet of spinach
and mushrooms topped with a sprinkle of cheese, diced tomatoes and
accompanied with crispy bacon. I have never seen breakfast look so
delicious.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” I offer my eyes
wide with delight.

“There is a lot you don’t know about me
Reece, but I hope that will change,” he finishes as he takes a seat
next to me.

The first bite was heaven, fluffy and tasty.
Good god someone really could get use to this!

We eat in silence mainly because I am too
busy shoveling the amazing food into my mouth. Finishing up, I
stand to take my plate to the sink to wash it.

Feeding himself the last of the food off his
plate. “Just leave it sweetheart, it will be taken care of.”

“You cooked, I’ll clean, that’s how I was
raised.” Lending to my first reference of my childhood.

He nods knowing not to question me. The
dishes are minimal as it takes me only a few minutes to wash and
dry by hand.

“You could have just put them in the
dishwasher,” he teases standing behind me leaning in to kiss my
cheek.

“You have a dishwasher?” I joke and he
laughs and walks away.

Not sure where he walked off to I yell out,
“Zane, I hate to sex, eat and dash but I really need to get home. I
have a workout in a few hours and I work tonight. Could you give me
a ride?” I pause waiting for an answer.

He turns from around the corner with flip
flops on and my heels in hand.

“Ready?” He asks walking toward the
door.

“Well hell, that was fast. Could have at
least made it seem like you didn’t want me to leave.” Irritation in
my voice.

He laughs softly. “Reece, I heard you yell
that you needed to go. I was already in the bedroom and slipped on
my flip flops and grabbed your shoes. Of course I don’t want you to
leave but I understand that you have things you need to do and
well, I won’t stand in the way. So it was just timing sweetheart
not me pushing you out the door.”

“Oh, yeah I knew that.” My smile a little on
the sheepish side.

He is holding the door open for me and
gestures in a bowing motion for me to follow. As I walk past him my
fingers run across his bare chest and I lean up and run my lips
across his in passing.

Stepping down the first step into the garage
I am suddenly air born. “OH MY GOD” I yell out as Zane’s arms scoop
me up and cradle me close.

I wrap my arms around his neck as my feet
dangle over his arm. “You do know I am capable of walking right?” I
tease as my hands lock behind his head and I stare into his
eyes.

“You might be capable, but I don’t want to
pass up an opportunity to hold you close.” His words dripping with
charm as he walks the few feet to the car.

Placing me on my feet in front of the
passenger side door, he reaches out and opens it just like a
gentleman and waits till I buckle in before closing the door. I
can’t help but sit in my seat beaming with happiness. I never
thought I could be so happy, yet I wonder when it will all end.

Zane pulls the car into my apartment complex. Just
as he had promised my car was parked in the front row and no
damage, and a sign of relief escapes me. “Told you I would take
care of it sweetheart.” I smile to show my thanks.

The car comes to a stop as he puts it in
park. I don’t move to get out right away but instead turn to face
him in my seat.

“I just want to say thank you. Last night,
all of it, I haven’t felt that good, that wanted, well, ever.” My
head hung from embarrassment.

His hand cups my face as his thumb caresses
my cheek. “Reece, don’t ever say thank you for what we shared last
night. You deserve to be treated with love and care, and yes I did
and do want you. I wouldn’t have waited this long and come this far
if I didn’t,” he finishes kissing my lips tenderly.

His comment surprises me,
waited this long, come this far
? Hell was I that
much of a challenge?

I tug at my bottom lip chewing on it
contemplating what to say. His thumb and forefinger pull on my chin
so I release my lip.

“Come on, let’s get you upstairs. I know you
have a lot to do today.”

Nodding I turn and open the door to get
out.

My heels hang from my fingers as I walk to
the front of the car to head upstairs. Not paying attention I
stumble over the brick wheel stop and wobble to gain control
grabbing onto the front of the car for support and dropping my
shoes in the process. “I’m okay, just tripped,” I blurted out to
avoid a big ordeal. Reaching down I grab my shoes, standing up I
notice the license plate on the car “BSTRNG.”