Addicted

Chapter 38.

I bury my head in his chest. There was nothing but our skin touching each other. The smell of him filled my nose and I was instantly comforted by this. Zac fell asleep before I did and the sound of him snoring was a rhythm in the background as I began to drift off, but it didn't feel very long until my alarm was signalling for me to wake up.

It felt like I was getting no sleep now. Working two jobs, really was taking it out of me and being with Zac as well, but I enjoyed it.

I turned off my phone alarm, scared to wake him. I fell asleep with my head on his chest and once my alarm was off I went back to that position in bed, annoyed that I had to get up and ready for work... but I had time to spare.

I missed his chest, lightly at first, then planted several other kisses across his chest. I leaned up in bed, trying not to disturb him as much, but continued my trail of kissed up his chest to his neck. He stirs in his sleep, I knew he was awake now, so I continued with my wake up. I licked at his skin, running my tongue against his delicate warm skin of his jaw and making my way to his chin and then his mouth. I kiss him softly on his mouth and he stirs again, kissing me back. He moans in my mouth and I savour the sound and swallow his moan. I place my hand on his cheek and deepen the kiss, feeling his tongue run over mine. My hand makes a decent down his body and I was so glad that we slept naked when my hand reaches what I was aiming for.

"Woah," he sighs, and I watch as his eyes fly open. I lean myself up on my elbow, facing him. I kiss at his neck while I grip him in my hand and try and remember the sound of his pants as I move my hand up and down his impressive length.

He was already grown so large and I love the feeling of him in my hand. I quicken the pace of my hand and the whole bed begins to shake and my body along with it. I begin to pant with him, the exertion from my own hand against him moving quickly. He moans loudly.

"Shh," I shush him with my mouth against his cheek. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood," I tease. He tried to laugh but almost winces as he succumbs to the feeling.

He thrusts his hips into my hand meeting each of my downward movements.

"Imagine it's my mouth," I whisper, seductively in his ear.

"Where did that mouth come from?" he moans and pinches his eyes closed tight. I kiss him, running my tongue against his own tongue.

"Imagine it's my mouth around you," I whisper against his cheek, and feel a pinch in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was getting wet only from giving him pleasure.

He moans from my words.

"Say something else," he struggles to say. His head tilted back on the pillow. "Keep... Talking," he groans.

"Imagine it's my mouth running up and down you." I lick his neck and feel him twitch.

I knew he was close, so I quicken my pace.

"Imagine my tongue-"

He moans loudly, his mouth wide open and I feel the liquid in my hand.

"I should have used my mouth," I say, bringing my hand up from him.

"You should have," he says, breathless and I chuckle.

His come was all over my sheets now, so I wipe my hand on my bed sheet, getting his come off of my hand.

"Now, come here," he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him. He pulls me so that I now lay on top of him, I could feel the wetness on the back of my thighs from the blanket, but I didn't care.

He consumes my mouth with his. I place each of my legs on either side of his body, straddling his waist.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," he says, and his finger goes straight down to that sensitive spot. He begins to move in hand in small circles against me and already I feel myself rise and rise.