~ ZARA ~
Everything in my head screamed that I should be self-conscious. Embarrassed. Trying to make myself look as perfect or as experienced as I could. He was watching me! Eyes on every naked inch of my body, every flaw and shameful space open to his hungry gaze.
And yet, when I looked at him, watched him watching me, that very gaze said it all.
He was drinking in the sight of me—turned on by it. Excited. Love bloomed in that gaze. Love, passion, desire, satisfaction… everything I'd ever wanted a man to feel when he looked at me.
I shouted that scared voice down.
And when he made me come, assaulting my senses with layer upon layer of pleasure, I broke, body loose and mind overwhelmed so that it took a moment to realize he was still going…
Holy shit.
When I had my breath back, I sat up again, pushing my hair out of my face, cheeks hot, staring at him in shock, then devouring him in a kiss as we continued to move together.
