Free Zachary David Productions by Gina Watson Page B

and instead pushed to the root. She felt him deep inside of her and he waited, hovering just above her, watching her intently like he always did.
    “Okay?” He asked as his nose rubbed against hers in sweet delicate whispers of affection.
    Her breathing was so hard she had to open her mouth to get all the air she needed. A moan was all she could manage this time. She felt pressure from the fullness and just wanted him to move. She tilted her hips, offering the first slide.
    He understood and loved her with a long, slow momentum. He cradled her in the frame of his face and upper arms.
    “Cammie, are you ready for more.”
    More?
    “There’s more?”
    “Oh, there’s much more.”
    “I want more.” She wanted as much of him as she could get.
    He started to really move and she realized this more would be the more that took her from needy to satisfied. She felt the moment his hips and abdominal muscles tightened, and then he pistoned, repeatedly hitting a place inside of her that grew thicker and more needy. Her flesh tingled with the push-pull of his erection and her body rode him perfectly, hugging and pulling him into her depths.
    His skin glistened with sweat and when his fingers rubbed between her legs, her nails dug into his back and scratched down to his waist. He growled at her possession but the glint in his eye said he enjoyed it.
    “Zach,” she whispered. She was there. He massaged her harder and thrust deeper. A scream escaped her throat and she bit into his shoulder.
    This orgasm was different from the first. She felt it build and originate from the inside and then it fanned out to her limbs. Her back bowed and her tits hardened to painful points that Zach took into his warm mouth.
    Her walls contracted around him and she felt his body tense as he claimed his pleasure. The sounds he made were feral and she delighted in the knowledge that she’d drawn those sounds from him.
    His head rested in the curve of her neck, his lips forming a kiss on her skin. He whispered, “What you gave was special. Thank you for letting it be me.”
    Reading his signals she assumed he’d enjoyed himself. Still it’d be nice to hear, but she wasn’t going to be one of those fussy girls so she refrained from asking.
    “You’re incredible.” He kissed her shoulder. “I’ve never felt so close to someone. You were lost in me.”
    “And were you lost in me?” Okay she was officially one of those girls.
    “Since the moment I touched your skin.” Their lips met and he kissed her sweetly.
    After they’d recovered their breathing and body temperatures, he slipped gently from her. He washed and clothed her in his own too large sweats and tube socks. He wore the same. By the time she was beneath the covers and wrapped in a blanket of him, she was toasty warm. The frozen rain fell around them, but they were safe in their little cocoon. He fell asleep within minutes and the sound of his light snore comforted her as it kissed the back of her neck.
    Replaying the events of their encounter in a closed loop in her mind, Cammie found it hard to fall asleep, but she’d had too much pleasure to concern herself with trivial matters such as sleep. She was also feeling a tad guilty as she worried about Priscilla. She fretted over Sawyer too and hoped he was still downstairs and not out in the weather.
    …He’s a dealer, Cammie. He’ll be expecting his money, along with interest. He’s not going to be happy you didn’t deliver .

9
    Chapter Nine
    Z ach cracked eggs into the cast iron skillet. His mood was mirrored in the sunny-side up eggs that stared back at him. Last night when he’d made love to Cammie something had shifted in him…something akin to obsession. As he loosened the eggs with a spatula he knew it would be a pain like he’d never known if he were to ever lose Cammie and he planned to spare himself that grief by slowly but surely making her his. He just hoped she was in the same mindset, but it was difficult to