Chapter 61

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As I stared up at him, I saw Zac's expression clench with determination.

He shifted to nestle his erection at my opening. His brow creased as though in deep concentration. I wrapped my legs around his tapered waist to draw him towards me. I felt his muscles tighten and bunch with tension as the head of his cock probed my wetness. I was more than slick and ready from my orgasm earlier, but, as Zac pushed, he was still met with some resistance. He continued to rock against me, once, twice, then, the tip slipped inside. We both gasped.

"You okay, baby?" he grunted.

I winced and nodded. I felt a little sore, a little stretched, a little uncomfortable, but so far it wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

"I'm fine. Are you... okay?"

His mouth curved into a strained smile. He released a shaky laugh. "Oh, my God, Cate. You feel so fucking good right now. You have no idea. And I'm barely even inside."

"Then, you should keep going."

He grimaced. "But I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, baby," I reassured him, "If anyone's gonna hurt me in this way, then I want it to be you. Just go slow."

My man didn't seem to need any more encouragement. He began to move. Little by little, Zac thrust his way inside me. The further his cock slid into my body, the more the feeling of soreness, of being stretched and filled to the point of discomfort grew. I bore it the best I could.

I could tell Zac was trying his damnedest not to go too deep too fast. Shiny perspiration glistened across his rippled physique, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his whole body felt unyieldingly tense and taut with restraint.

Zac's eyes popped open when he hit a barrier inside me. "Oh, shit. Are you okay, Cate? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm okay," I mumbled. I was pretty sure he found my hymen. "Just... keep going."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He kissed me gently on the lips. "Okay, I'm going for it."

With one hard push, Zac broke through and filled me to the hilt. A piercing ache seared through my core. I whimpered softly. Zac sensed my distress. As promised, he froze in place without moving a muscle and held me until the pain lessened. I took in a deep breath. Then, I rolled my hips towards him to signal that I was ready for more.

Zac released a harsh, uneven puff of air. The poor guy seemed to have been holding it in for quite some time. Relief and bliss flooded his face as he proceeded to pump inside me again. At first, his strokes felt uncertain, awkward. He eventually found a steadier pace. From there, it didn't take long for his movements to accelerate in both speed and intensity. Zac's breathing became heavy and erratic in contrast to his firm, measured strokes.

To my surprise, faint tendrils of pleasure started to coil through me as well. It was nothing like our mind-blowing foreplay from earlier, but at least I was enjoying myself now. Before I could get any more worked up, however, Zac pulled out almost completely and stopped again.

"What's wrong?" I demanded breathlessly.

Zac's jaw clenched anxiously. His chest and arm muscles tightened as he struggled to answer, "Nothing, but, ah..."

"What?"

Embarrassment flashed across his face. He stammered, "If I keep going... I feel like... I might come... before you do. Are you close?"

I blinked. Then, I laughed good-naturedly. "Not quite, but that's okay."

His expression dropped. "Ah, shit! I'm fucking this all up now, aren't I?"

"No, no, no! Don't worry, baby. It still feels good. And it doesn't hurt as much now."

Zac frowned deeply. I knew I probably didn't sound super convincing. Suddenly, Zac backed away from me. He sat up on the mattress with his long legs splayed outwards like a V.

"Let's try something else." Zac patted his thighs and beckoned me, "Come here. I want you to take charge. Do whatever the fuck makes you feel good. And I'll try my best not to come in, like, sixty seconds."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?"

Zac grinned and gestured for me to go sit on him once more. "Get your fine ass over here, babygirl!"

I crawled towards him with a look of amusement and proceeded to mount my man. I used my hand to guide his thick erection towards my opening and slowly, ever so slowly, sank back down onto him. The strain and stretch wasn't as bad this time. I experimented by rocking my hips. Then, I rose up and slid back down his thick, throbbing cock. I did this a few more times until I found an angle and a rhythm that consistently drew flutters of pleasure from my core.

Zac grit his teeth as his hands rose to clutch my hips. His eyes rolled heavenwards as he huffed and heaved in dismay, "What the hell! Why does this feel so fucking good, too?"

At this point, I could barely register his words. Need and lust had overtaken me. I continued to snap and roll and pump my hips, desperately chasing after the sweet, heady friction that was being created where our bodies were most intimately joined. Eventually, though, my leg muscles started to give out, and I could no longer keep up with the same gratifying tempo. I growled in frustration. I was so fucking close!

Zac seemed to be on the brink of losing it as well. A frenzied desperation burned inside his eyes. He hauled me into his arms and skillfully maneuvered us back into missionary position. He spread my legs and plunged his rock-hard cock back inside me. He began to pound into me like a machine. Rough, fast, unrelenting thrusts that ignited my growing orgasm like wildfire.

Moments later, Zac found his release with a long, shuddering moan, and I quickly followed suit with an unbridled cry of my own. Together we rode the suspended waves of ecstasy from our intense fucking. Zac's body collapsed beside me in a heap of sweat, muscle, and bone-weary fatigue. Despite his dazed state of post-sex sleepiness, he somehow found the strength to spoon me back into his arms. Zac seemed to pass out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness.

In groggy, faraway tones, he mumbled, "Holy... shit. That was... amazing. You're amazing, babygirl. We're fucking amazing. Have I told you how much I fucking love you? And how much I love fucking you?"

I snuggled closer to Zac. I felt sore and sticky and tired but very, very satisfied. I sighed blissfully like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl in love. "I'm not gonna lie, baby, that was pretty damn amazing. I think we definitely nailed it for our first time."

Zac kissed my neck and my shoulder. His hand drifted down between my thighs. He cupped my mound gently and asked in a much more serious voice, "How are you feeling, baby? Does it still hurt?"

"I'm sore, but it's not bad at all. Mostly, I just feel... happy. Because I got to do this with you."

I felt him smile against my bare shoulder. "Yeah?"

"I love you, baby."

His hand reached over my shoulder to cup my cheek. He tilted my face towards him and kissed me lovingly, tenderly, as though I might break if he didn't treat me with the utmost care and affection.

When our lips finally parted, Zac stroked my cheek with his thumb and smiled. "There will never be anyone else for me but you, Caterina Donati. I've never been so sure of anything in my fucking life."

"It's you and me against the world, Zachary Mazur. Forever and always."

"Forever and always," he agreed softly.

As I laid there in Zac's arms, letting his beautiful vows and promises wash over me, my heart felt as though it might burst from happiness. Yet, it also left me with an unexpected feeling of dread. There was so much at stake, so much that could go wrong in our lives the moment we stepped outside this perfect bubble where only Zac and I existed.

The intensity of our love scared me even while it filled my soul to the brim with strength and purpose. I could only hope that this resolve would be strong enough to withstand the chaos awaiting us outside the walls of my dad's townhouse.


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