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Authors: Amanda Bretz

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He placed a soft, teasing kiss on her clit before opening his mouth wider to take the nub between his lips. He licked at her. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and ground her hips. Using a finger, he rimmed her opening then plunged into her depths. He removed his tongue and inserted two fingers while he sucked and lightly nibbled on the bud of flesh.

Corina bucked against his open mouth and let out a long moan. “Zach,” she said breathlessly.

He pulled his face away from her crotch and she unwound her legs from around his shoulders. When he looked up at her, his lips glistened with her juices. The sight turned her on. It renewed her lust for him all over again and she wanted him to take her now. As he stood in front of her, she lifted her hands and tried to unbutton his pants.

Using his large grip to his advantage, Zach grabbed both of her hands in one of his. “Come on, you told me I had to save my spankings for the bedroom, remember?” Zach said as he took her hand and helped her up.

Corina walked across the deck and into her house on legs that felt as sturdy as limp noodles. She wobbled but didn’t think it had anything to do with the glass and a half of wine. She was pretty sure it had more to do with the fact that the sexiest man she’d ever been with had just treated her to a long, luxurious orgasm and he was ready to do even more wicked things to her body.

They shed their clothing as they made their way to her room. A shirt over the head here, a skirt floating to the floor there. By the time they’d crossed the threshold into her bedroom, she was naked and Zach wore only his boxer-briefs. When she tugged the dark-colored fabric down his slim hips, his erection, long and thick, sprang free from its cotton confines. Just as she was about to place the plush head in her grasp, Zach gripped her shoulders and spun her around.

Using a firm but gentle hand, he pushed her face toward the bed. His hard cock and its velvet-textured head came to rest at the small of her back. The heat from his erection left a searing impression on her skin. The very tips of Zach’s fingers stroked the length of her spine. Corina cried out in response to his soft, sensual touch.

“I want to spank you,” he rasped, using his large, warm palm to rub her ass cheek in a circular motion.

“Mmm. I didn’t know you were serious.” Corina braced herself for the impact.

His hand connected with her flesh, providing a momentary sting. The smack sounded deafening in her small bedroom. Before she had time to fully process the noise, Zach landed another blow. The sound, along with the sweet sting of his hand on her ass, caused her clit to throb with desire.

“Am I hurting you, Corina?”

She shook her head. Zach reached around and used his fingers to part the lips of her sex. His middle and index fingers crooked inside her, and his thumb stroked the swollen nub.

“No, it’s so hot.”

Zach removed his digits and replaced them with his thick cock. She cried out when he entered her in one rough movement. He filled and stretched her. In a slow, undulating rhythm, he rocked his hips into her and caressed her clit with his fingers.

“Aaah, Zach.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered as he quickened his thrusts.

Corina squeezed her nipples between her fingers and rolled her hips against his grinding pelvis. Zach used his free hand to drop a loud smack on the fleshy part of her right hip. The stinging pain from the slaps combined with the pressure of his big cock inside her made Corina push back harder. He filled her pussy even deeper. Soon their rhythms found the same beat and it brought them to the precipice of pleasure. Corina cried out long and loud as she climaxed.

Zach slowly pulled his length out of her and Corina sagged on the mattress. Her hair clung to her neck in damp ringlets. She pulled shallow breaths in through her mouth. As with the other times they’d slept together, sex with Zach proved to be a full-body event. She was sore in places she’d never known to be tender and tingled in spots she hadn’t known could be sensitive.

“Just so we’re clear, our date, at least part of it, will be in public tomorrow,” Zach promised her and flung himself onto his back on the bed.

“What?” Corina pulled herself out of the sensual fog. She crawled up the mattress until she was lying on her pillow. “I didn’t tell you that story to try to guilt you into taking me out, Zach.”

“I know that. There’s nothing and no one that will stop me from taking you out, Corina.” Zach placed a trail of kisses down her back. “Tomorrow night, we go out for dinner.”

She couldn’t help but smile into her pillow at the thought of their next date. Zach used gentle fingers to tuck the wayward strands of her auburn curls behind her ear. As she looked into his deep, dark gaze she realized how much she’d needed to know that Zach wasn’t like Donald. He liked being with her, both in public and at home. There was no point in denying how badly she wanted to be with him. She couldn’t wait to get dressed and go out on the town with the gorgeous man in front of her.

 

* * * *

 

“What’s your favorite dish here?” Corina asked Zach while she perused the menu.

While waiting for his response, she helped herself to a piece of the warm bread and slathered it with softened butter. Zach had picked Corina up and had taken her to one of the oldest eateries on The Hill, an Italian-American neighborhood in St. Louis known for the restaurants, bakeries, grocery stores and the authentic Italian delicacies they served.

“I love the pasta con broccoli, and the spaghetti and meatballs are pretty amazing too.”

She decided against ordering her usual dish of eggplant Parmesan by taking Zach up on one of his suggestions and selecting the pasta con broccoli.

“You know, even though it took a couple extra days for us to get here, dinner out together is worth the wait.” He reached for her hand across the table.

“What’s that old saying about good things coming to those who wait?” Corina gave him a smile then nibbled her bread. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.”

“What made you want to get involved with the charity?”

“I watched a brave woman battle breast cancer. My grandma was a champ. She was diagnosed when she was in her eighties, and let me tell you, cancer may have taken her from us, but she went out swinging,” Zach said then took a sip of his water. “I figured the calendar and the auction were all in fun, but it ultimately goes for such a great cause. It’s not much, but if I can contribute in one small way and make it so that one day someone else’s loved one doesn’t have to face cancer, then it was worth it.”

Corina was touched by his tender words. She mentally hit the pause button on their conversation when their waiter placed plates of steaming, aromatic entrees in front of them. She took a few bites of her creamy pasta dish before she spoke again.

“I admire your viewpoint, Zach. I’ve been lucky that none of my loved ones has been through the horrible disease. It was by accident that I was motivated to get involved with breast cancer research and support.” She wrapped her lips around another bite of pasta. “Several years ago, my hairdresser introduced me to a program that provides wigs for women undergoing cancer treatment. The wigs are made from human hair. My stylist always bragged about my hair and she convinced me what a great wig it would make.” She paused when Zach’s intense gaze caught her off guard. Suddenly unsure if the subject matter bothered him, Corina asked, “What?”

“It’s very admirable. Continue, please,” he encouraged her and took her hand in his.

She shrugged off his compliment and sipped her drink.

“It wasn’t that noble of me, especially considering I was planning on a change in hairstyles anyway,” she said as he tossed her red tresses over her shoulder. “Anyway, after donating my locks a couple of times, I decided to get more involved. I’ve worked with several hairstylists and makeup artists to give women going through chemo glamorous makeovers then they have a photo shoot.”

“So, was that why you were selected as the photographer for the calendar shoot we met at?”

“Yes. It was definitely a different experience than what I’m used to in my business or other charity photo work I’ve done,” she said, watching Zach wind the spaghetti noodles around his fork. “In all seriousness, what I’ve found in my volunteer work with these organizations is that for women who are fighting cancer one of things that’s hardest to deal with is when they look in the mirror and don’t recognize who they see anymore. I firmly believe that every woman deserves to look and feel beautiful, and if I can help them achieve that, even for that one day when I take their photograph, then they have that picture to look back on while they fight for their lives. Maybe it sounds strange to a man, but I think having their pictures made when they’re all done up and looking beautiful gives them hope that they’ll beat cancer and be themselves again.”

Corina stopped talking long enough to eat a few bites of her cooling pasta. She felt a bit embarrassed that she’d blathered on about her involvement with cancer patients. It wasn’t something she told many people. It wasn’t because she lacked a passion for the cause—quite the contrary. She didn’t like to sound as though she were bragging about her volunteerism.

“Wow, Corina. I think it’s commendable that you do so much for such a worthy cause.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t talking about it to be boastful or to fish for compliments. It’s just something I’m very passionate about.”

“Me too,” he said to her in a low tone as he leaned across the table so she could hear him. “See? We do have something else we’re both passionate about besides sex.”

“Yes, but we had to actually get out of the bedroom in order to figure that out.

The pair finished their meal in a companionable silence before leaving the restaurant to go over to a small shop that served gelato. They strolled around the intimate neighborhood, talking and eating their sweet treats before heading back to Zach’s apartment. As she buckled the seatbelt around her in Zach’s car, Corina realized that she had never felt more connected with a man. Even though they’d had a reasonably non-sexual evening, she had a feeling that the night was about to take a very sexy twist.

 

* * * *

 

“Here, let me slip this on you,” Zach whispered in her ear.

Corina looked down at the object in his hands. Even in the half-lit room, she could make out the black satin blindfold he held. Her heart raced at the possibilities. Having her sight removed during their play would not only put her at his mercy but also heighten all her other senses. Corina lowered her head to allow Zach to slip the silky piece of fabric over her eyes. When he reached behind her head to securely tie the blindfold into place, she picked up a whiff of his cologne. It was a rich, musky scent with hints of timber. Very masculine.

After he tied it, his hand trailed down the back of her loose curls. He gathered a handful and wrapped it around his fist several times until he gently forced her head back. Without the gift of sight, Corina was completely unaware of what would happen next. At the soft pressure of his lips on hers, she tilted her head back even further.

Zach plunged his tongue into her mouth and gently swirled and explored as he worked at removing her clothing. Each button on her blouse was removed at a deliciously slow tempo. Once each of the buttons were undone, Zach slid the material over her shoulders and down her arms. When her top was gone, his large hands glided over the fronts of her breasts. His fingertips grazed her nipples through the thin, lacy cups of her bra.

The twin nubs of flesh beaded to hard points beneath his caress. Corina writhed under his touch. Zach gently ran one of his hands down the length of her torso and gripped the waistband of her jeans. He undid the snap and lowered the zipper on her fly. Inserting his hand in the wedge created by her open fly, he rubbed his hand back and forth over her silky underwear.

Corina wiggled in anticipation on the bed. She wanted his hands on her body, but Zach didn’t seem to be in any rush to touch her. Wasn’t he as hungry for her as she was for him? She used her fingers to roughly massage his muscular shoulders. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.

“What do you want, Corina?” Zach whispered seductively in her ear. “You have to tell me.” He trapped the sensitive flesh of her lobe between his teeth.

Corina inhaled sharply. “I want you to touch me,” she said around an exhale.

“Touch you how? Touch you where? Say the words.”

“Everywhere. I want your hands on my bare tits. I want—no, I need—your tongue on my throbbing clit. I want your fingers buried inside my wet pussy. I want to come, then I want your big, thick cock deep inside me.”

Corina knew she was hot and wet. As she’d described to Zach what she wanted him to do to her, she grew even more turned on. Her pussy lips were full, her clit throbbing, her core slick and pulsing, aching to be filled.

“Mmm, that’s what I wanted to hear, baby,” Zach said as he lowered her jeans.

She lifted her hips so he could remove both her pants and her underwear. Once they were pulled down her legs, they landed with a soft thump, which Corina assumed was the clothing hitting the carpet. Zach rolled her gently to one side to reach her bra clasp. He unhooked the piece of lingerie and slid the confining garment off her upper body. It, too, landed in the floor with a low thud.

“You’re beautiful, Corina,” Zach murmured shortly before his mouth closed around her left nipple.

Even though he told her this nearly every time they were together, it still surprised her to hear someone as sexy as Zach say she was beautiful. The sudden wet pull of his lips and the stroking of his tongue broke her out of her reverie. While his mouth worked a sweet torture on her left breast, his fingertips tweaked and teased the right one. Corina wriggled and ran her hands down the length of his back, which was still clothed.

“This is totally unfair. I’m naked and you’re still dressed. If I can’t see you, at least let me feel you.
All
of you.”

“I can get undressed now, but that means I have to stop touching you to remove my clothes.” He taunted her with a wicked lash of his tongue against her nipple.

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