Belonging to Lust

Deliberately, Heath chose a horror movie for them to watch for the rest of the night. It was only a matter of time before the film would send Zaiyia retreating further into the couch and at last into him, the big spoon. Soon enough, that’s exactly what happened! Zaiyia, in an attempt to cower away from the gory horror flashing across the scene, backed herself so far into the couch her body was practically molded along Heath’s front. Throughout the movie, the larger man had kept the slender girl within the protective circle of his muscular arm, and while her eyes were trained on the screen, he was gazing fixedly down at her instead. The longer he ogled at her, the more he longed to see her bare skin underneath her bronze satin pajama set. When he couldn’t take the wait any longer, he snuck a hand up her slippery satin button up top, evoking a shiver throughout her whole body that made him still. Heath felt such a humongous pride at how much he affected her, it definitely fed his ego. Skimming his hand up along her smooth stomach, he relished in the heavenly heat her body gave off.

“Heath…” Zaiyia breathes, her brown eyes fluttering shut at the same time her brain began to shut down, forgetting entirely about the movie they were supposed to be watching together.

Turning his lips towards her ears, Heath whispered into it as his hand caressed her petal soft surface. “Have I ever told you how much I love your skin?”

Zaiyia honestly couldn’t remember, not in the state she was in. Her brain was practically mush in her skull, too weak to relay any information. “Um…I-I…”

Since Zaiyia could only manage a stutter, Heath ventured onward, nibbling along the outer shell of her delicate ear. “I never felt such soft skin before, never knew there was any as velvety as yours. It’s like you’re made up of summery rose petals.”

Heath’s hand was reaching the area just below her breasts. Instead of pausing and retracing back down again, it went further, ascending through the valley between Zaiyia’s breasts until his fingers could span over her decolletage. Normally, he’d go straight for her perfect mounds, but tonight he wanted to tease her and himself. Shortly, he got what he wanted in the form of an adorable whine from his needy Zaiyia. Smiling in victory, he went on. “Your skin is absolutely immaculate too. Every time I touch you, I come up empty of any physical flaws. No scars, bumps, nothing but continual smooth skin.”

Retreating his hand back down through the valley between her breasts, Heath finally cupped his hand over one of them, her left specifically. His fingers closing over the supple mound awarded him a soft moan from Zaiyia and so he gave it an appreciative squeeze. “And don’t get me started on your breasts. Christ, girl, you got me salivating over them every time you’re near me.”

All of Heath’s complimenting words over Zaiyia’s physical form was making her ache more and more for his cock. Grinding her backside into his groin, she smiled despite the extremely horny stage she was in when she felt his erection swell even further as his hand continued to massage her breasts. It quickly became too much to ride through anymore. The rock-hard cock pressing against her behind, her sopping sex throbbing painfully to be congested, and her breast being kneaded to the level of hard nipples was scaling inside her that she had to beg for mercy. “Heath, please…touch me down there…I can’t…I need something, please!”

“That reminds me…your taste.” Heath teased, having relinquished Zaiyia’s earlobe he’d been sucking on. He released her left breast next to lower his hand down her torso to cup over her sex through her satin shorts, making her gasp as the ache between her legs heightened. “I swear I can survive on just my head between your legs for the rest of my life and die the happiest man alive.”

When Heath’s cupped hand began to grope her through her shorts, Zaiyia felt herself get only wetter and wetter for him. Cursing at this sexual torment, she pleaded once more for mercy. “Fuck, Heath, stop it! I can’t do it…I can’t.”

“It’s not just you that’s getting tortured here.” Heath told her in a husky voice before he grinded his cock against her behind, making it worse for them both. Withdrawing from her sex, he took her left hand and led it to the buttons of her top. “Quickly…unbutton them for me.”

Zaiyia didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly got to unbuttoning her top while Heath used his longer arms to tug both her shorts and underwear down after he rolled her onto her back. Both appreciate how easily the satin material slithered aside. Sadly, the jillions buttons made a bit of a momentary setback, but eventually they were all undone, allowing Heath to impatiently stripped the top off of one of her arms so he could finally see her naked.

“Fuck.” Heath cursed softly from where he still laid on his side. He leaned over her a bit just to hover as his left hand explored her bare flesh, his molten green eyes hungrily taking in her nude form. His hand happily claimed its spoils right before his lips dipped down to join it. Sprinkling her body with insatiable open-mouth kisses, Heath would occasionally allow his tongue to venture out and drag over her skin, tasting her.

Zaiyia moaned as Heath kissed her skin then gasped when she felt his hot tongue next. Her hand came up to cup the back of his head to press his mouth harder against her waist at the same time she felt his hand slide down to return to her sex. This time, his fingers ran up and down her quivering seeping folds, driving a cry of anticipation and desperation from her. Needing him NOW, Zaiyia removed her hand from the back of his head and went diving into his long shorts, retrieving his cock in her delicate hand. She yearned to feel the steel-like rod ramming within her body again. Her commanding grip on Heath’s cock expelled a deep groan from his chest, making him yearning to come to her aid by pulling his long shorts down before returning his now slicken digits past her folds this time. Letting out a cry, Zaiyia spread her legs wide for him, inviting his touch into the very heart of her. “Heath, more! Give me more!”

Heath knew he surprised her when he drove not one, but two fingers deep inside her. Crying out his name, she arched her back as her hips jerked in response to the second thick visitor.

Sadly, the excitement died down when Heath wouldn’t move his fingers. Cursing him, she impatiently demanded. “Damnit, Heath! Fuck me or don’t goddamnit!” The light in Heath’s green eyes told her he wasn’t done with her yet, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. Moving her hips up and down, she made love to herself using his fingers. Throwing her head back, she moaned like a whore, licking her lips wantonly and no longer caring about Heath’s teasing game.

Watching Zaiyia get herself off on his own two fingers drove Heath instantly to madness. Extracting his fingers from her, he rose up on his knees on the couch all the while ignoring her feral growl of amplifying irritation. His eyes were liquid green fire as he drew his two glazed fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices as he maneuvered himself in between her trembling legs.

“About fucking time!” Zaiyia grumbled as she watched him whip his shirt off of his God-like form and then lower that same form over hers. Arching her hips up to meet his hips, she let out a long resounding moan the minute he began to enter her body, stretching her silken walls to accommodate his sizable girth. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesss!”

“God, woman!” Heath groaned deeply, his large hands rising upwards to grip onto the arm of the couch so he wouldn’t cum too early. Bending one knee forward than the other, he immediately began to move within her. He kept the pace slow at first, his lips sought out hers to pillage as he languidly drove his cock in and out of her. It didn’t take any goading from her to increase the pace to pounding levels. All that could be heard among their incessant streams of moans and panting was skin slapping against skin.

All of Zaiyia’s limbs fastened around Heath’s giant body, packed with tight muscles that all aided in spurring him onward, deeper and deeper into her. Her hips answered his every thrusts, her inner muscles closely tightly around him with each thrust, the heels of her foot prompting him onward. Their lips almost never disconnected, forever fused in a passionate welding of lips that couldn’t get enough of the other. Once again, Zaiyia found herself wanting to tell Heath that she was in love with him the exact moment he blasted her into a convulsive orgasm that demolished her mind and body, but she turned her head from his nonstop kisses to bite down on her lower lip just in case. She couldn’t tell him she loved him. In his mind, she was too young to understand that kind of level of love. That may be so in her mind and body, but her soul sure as hell knew this emotion she felt for him was love! Everyone knew love at some point in their life, she just learned hers early, that’s all.

“Are you close again?” Heath gasped out, his rhythm getting faster. At her greedy nod, he buried his face in her neck and came, chanting her name in intense moans. “Zaiyia, Zaiyia, Zaiyia…!”

Zaiyia’s walls contracted around him as she came a second time. Arching her back, she screamed his name this time, her body spasming underneath him. Heath rode their orgasms out before becoming spent himself. He pulled out and rolled over so she was on top now. Feeling his body relax on the couch as he caught his breath, Zaiyia painfully and silently mouthed her love for him behind the curtain of her long braids, taking advantage of being cloaked so she could finally get the words out of her system before they killed her. When Heath fell asleep, she went right after him, forgetting her homework.