Free Zachary David Productions by Gina Watson Page A

there and then his mouth closed around her puckered nipple.
    The pressure sent a shooting sensation through her body that terminated between her thighs and she pressed her knees together, needing him deep inside her.
    She pressed her palm against him, hugging his length. She knew he would be hard, had seen evidence of it when he’d taken the photos, but nothing could have prepared her for what she felt when she gripped him. In his jeans he was hard like marble and his erection grew long and coursed down his thigh.
    When she whimpered he stopped his own exploration to meet her eyes.
    “Are you nervous?”
    Was she? “Yes, but I trust you.”
    She squeezed him further and he lengthened at her touch. Hard like stone, so long and thick she wondered about her ability to take him.
    “How will you get inside of me?”
    He talked while he shimmied down her body and set about removing her underwear. “When you climax your muscles relax and I’ll be able to slip inside. It’s the first part in a five-part plan.”
    “Five-part plan?”
    He was kissing her stomach. “I eat you, you come, your muscles relax, I slip inside, you climax again.”
    A wash of heat flooded her body at the anticipation of him acting out his five-part plan.
    He returned to his earlier task of placing feather kisses along her stomach, and then he slid her body so that her upper back and head were off the pillow, on the bed. He parted her legs and she had to work hard to stifle a squeal.
    “How does the plan sound to you?”
    “Perfect. I want all that. I’m going to want all that more than once.”
    He giggled. “I’m glad because so do I. But first, you’ve got to agree on one thing.”
    “What?” She’d agree to anything, including naming her firstborn child after him—girl or boy.
    “I don’t want you on camera. Ever.”
    Her head popped up from the bed. “What?”
    “Tell me you understand.”
    “But why?”
    “Once I take your virginity you’re mine and I get very possessive about what’s mine.”
    She watched him wash her abdomen in kisses.
    His eyes connected with hers. “Trust me Cammie, I’ll see that you’re taken care of and in the process I’ll make your wildest fantasies come true.”
    “I trust you. I agree.”
    With her little submission, he removed her boy shorts in a flash and then his fingers parted her flesh and his warm lips kissed the aroused flesh liked he’d kissed her lips—the second time.
    With a slow and sensual massage he worked her into a state of greed. She was in need and her hands slid down, her fingers searching, but he clasped her wrists together in one hand and placed them above her head, all while working her poor, needy flesh.
    “Zach, please.”
    His massaging lips slowed and the pressure lessened.
    “Zach, please. I need—”
    “I know what you need, babe. I’ll give it to you when I’m ready, but right now I’m busy enjoying the taste of you.”
    Oh. My. God. The things he did to her body had her questioning her health. She felt her pulse in the knot of muscle between her legs. Her head was hazy and she drifted between a plain of consciousness and oblivion, lost in clouds of whispering pleasure.
    When finally he took her engorged clit between his lips her hips arced off the bed. Her knees squeezed his head like a coconut and she rode the top of wave after blissful wave.
    Releasing her, he lapped at her juices, moaning as if he were enjoying chocolate silk pie.
    He removed his jeans, but her vision was still so blurry from bliss that she didn’t have a sharp image, but thought it best lest she become even more nervous about taking him.
    Before she could recover from the first part of the plan, he rubbed his erection through her wetness. Positioned at her entrance he paused, “Cammie, are you sure you want me?”
    “Mmm. Yeeeessss.”
    Sliding in, he was large and long. Stinging pain quickly gave way to heightened pleasure. She liked that he didn’t treat her like a withering flower