pinned to the ground. If he was a zombie, he would be chomping on my neck right about now.
At about the time I realized I was dead, I also felt a noticeable pressure against my leg. Zach was very aroused.
“I’ve never had this type of experience with a zombie.”
“I’m a bad zombie.”
“Depends on your definition of bad.” I shifted and it only made things worse as the weight of his body centered itself and his erection nestled right in between my legs. Jesus, that felt good. I bit down hard on my lip to keep a moan from escaping my lips.
“Now you’re just being a tease, stop wiggling.” He went to push himself off of me, but somehow my legs had wrapped around his waist, purely in a defensive move, purely . I lied to myself.
I don’t know what he saw in my eyes. Hell, I didn’t even know what was going through my own head at the moment. Yes. No. Maybe. But, he saw something that gave him permission and he took it.
He started at my neck kissing me lightly, sucking on the tender spot under my ear lobe. Then he moved along my jaw, the lightest of kisses, preparing me for when he took my mouth. He stopped and gave me a moment. I knew if I said “stop” he would get off me. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want him to stop.
He kissed both of my cheeks and finally he went for my lips. It was one of those call your best friend and talk about it for hours kisses, if I had a best friend and if phones actually worked. He sucked in my bottom lip first and then lightly nipped it. Then he covered my mouth with his and began gently exploring with his tongue.
I let go of all the angst and denial and just let the kiss overtake me. He was a wonderful kisser, so gentle, just what I needed. I didn’t want to be forced, I wanted to be seduced. Let the seduction begin.
His hard dick was still nestled between my legs and I couldn’t help myself., I pushed my hips up, rubbing the warm apex of my thighs against him. This move urged him on and his hand slipped under my shirt to cup my breast through my sports bra, pinching the nipple and forcing out an appreciative moan.
He sat back and just looked at me lying on the grass, my lips swollen from his kisses, my nipples erect against the light fabric of my shirt. When we were sparring, I had taken off my sweatshirt, but now with the absence of him, the chill hit me and goosebumps popped up all over my skin.
“Do you want to take this inside?” He gave me the option to back out of this once again. He was so sweet. I was such an idiot for stringing him along.
“Yes. You have the bigger bed.” He broke out in a huge grin, stood and pulled me up with him. I followed him to his room at the back of the house. He went straight to the bed and sat down. I stopped in the middle of the room just staring at him.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I slipped my hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head. I kicked off my tennis shoes and then my exercise leggings. I stood there in just my sports bra and undies. It wasn’t exactly a matched set and I was probably covered in bruises and looked undernourished, but I didn’t care. This was Zach.
Zach made no move–he just watched. I wanted to be naked for him. I wanted him to be naked for me.
With one quick motion I kicked out of my panties and then I was pulling my sports bra over my head. It was a rather awkward move. There is no sexy way to remove a sports bra. But I managed and then I was naked and he was taking in the sight of me, still unmoving from the bed.
“You need to be naked too.” I gestured to the clothes he still wore. He stood and pulled off his shirt, revealing his strong body, his broad shoulders, his cut chest. He gave me only a few seconds to appreciate his upper body before he was yanking off his pants and distracting me with his magnificent cock sticking out at attention, asking to be touched. He sat back down on the bed and his eyes met mine. I