Groaning, Anna woke up wrapped in Zach's arm, his heavy weight pressing over her. She shifted slightly and his grip tightened, pulling her closer. Locked in his arm, she could do nothing but look over her open window. The curtains were flying from the blow of the wind and the sun was beginning to rise. Morning sunlight was slipping through the room slowly.
"Zach?" she softly whispered in his ear. His head was buried at the crook of her neck and she could feel the way his warm breath tickled her skin. He was breathing her in.
She snaked her hand around his bare back and ran her fingers through his hair. Their naked legs were tangled under the sheets and she couldn't help but feel as if she was stuck in his love. Locked in his strong arms.
His arms tightened around her and she felt her naked bosoms pressing harder against his hard chest. Then his hand slowly ran up and down her bare back, his calloused fingers softly brushing against her soft skin. Tingles prickled under her skin and she felt it crawling all the way up her spine. She was helplessly melting against him.
"Zach?" she whispered in a breath. "Wake up. I need to take a bath and you need to go. Grandma's coming in a few minutes."
She heard his groan muffling into the pillow beside her head. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he took a deep breath of her scent. "My back hurts," he moaned.
Pulling away from him, she sat up and the duvet revealed her ample breasts and pink buds. She leaned over him and gently rubbed his back with her hand. "Where does it hurt?" she asked softly, concern lacing in her voice.
"My muscles hurt," he exhaled in a breath. "Need your touch."
Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked over him. She sighed and moved, hovering over his back as she ran her fingers all over his shoulders, easing his tensed and aching muscles all the way down his back. Straddling his back and easing his pain away, she heard his deep throaty moan purring and she felt herself warming from the sound of his deep voice.
"Fück," Zach cursed silently under his breath. It wasn't that she was really good at it. Her crötch was rubbing against his lower back and he was feeling the way she was creaming underneath the friction. He could smell her musk. She was riding him helplessly and she didn't even know she was pleasuring herself in the process.
"Kitten," he groaned.
Confused, she stopped and maneuvered over his back. Leaning close to his head, she whispered in his ear, "Are you alright, Alpha?"
Growling, he rolled over and turned around, resting his back upon the surface of the bed. She gasped once she felt his morning hard on pressing against her core. He gripped her thighs and pressed her down upon his length. Rubbing. Aching. She moaned softly and leaned down to capture his lips. Her hair flowed down like curtains. Strong arms embraced her small waist as she felt herself falling for him. Deeper.
She moaned to his lips. She couldn't help it. Couldn't help but rub herself against him. And feel herself soaking him. Milking him. Suddenly, the atmosphere of the room felt too hot. She was sweating slightly. A quiet moan of ecstasy escaped her parted lips when his fingers found her core and rode her to the edge of the peak.
Breathless, she collapsed upon him. Her heaving breasts pressing against his hard chest. His strong arms came around her and his calloused hands moved to gently rub her back. She flattened her head upon his chest and she could hear the sound of his heart beating fast.
"Breathe, my love," he murmured to her head. His hand reached up to stroke her hair and he could have sworn she purred at his touch. Like literally a kitten begging and aching for his love and affection.
