Belonging to Lust

With the aftermath of Zaiyia’s orgasm still coursing throughout her limp body like lightning bolts, Heath kissed his way up from her sex and over her flat belly. He took his time with his ascent, leaving hot starving open-mouth kisses upon her quivering flesh until he reached his destination. Her breasts. Sliding one arm at a time underneath her to hold her against his chest, Heath rolled them both over on her bed, absentmindedly knocking aside many of her forgotten schoolbooks in the process. The thud of the books on the floor didn’t register with either of them as Heath held Zaiyia’s bare torso up over his head now so that her tight nipples were hovering just over his lips like ripe berries.

Above Heath, Zaiyia trembled all over as she still panted from her first orgasm. She couldn’t see him that well, but she knew where he was due to her fingers now gripping the muscles of his massive shoulders. As she lowered her head in a dull haze of lust, her long, dark, thick braids fell over her shoulder and beside Heath, curtaining around him. Zaiyia could feel his steel-like cock against her legs, a throbbing hotness pulsing for her body. She didn’t have to see to know how fiercely he needed her. Moaning softly, she kneaded his broad shoulders as she wantonly breathed his name. “Heath…”

Treasuring her whispered invitation, Heath tilted his head and parted his lips. Once again he took his time with her, drawing her dark nipples into the wet cavern of his mouth and suckling on them until her moans turned into impatient whines. Her legs took to rubbing against his erection, trying to tease him back for tormenting her earlier. Heath fought hard not to raise his hips to get himself off on her smooth limbs, instead, he gently sank her slender form down to fully lie against his own. The warmth of her skin meeting his own was a major pleasure in and of itself, expelling a deep moan from him that doused her own. Enveloping both arms around her, he clung to her tightly, never wanting to let go of this moment.

Safely protected within Heath’s hold, Zaiyia adhered to him just as tightly as if something was about to tear them apart. It really felt like that sometimes when they were naked together, savoring each other’s warmth and skin in the solitude of their haven. It was too perfect in those moments, too flawless to be real and not have the world barreling in to demolish everything she held dearest to her heart. Because that’s exactly where Heath was, he’d become her heart. No one had ever meant this much to her, not even her own mother who was flaky, but also a constant in her life…kinda.

Unlike Zaiyia, Heath hadn’t sobered up from his lust haze yet. Sweeping her long braids aside so he could uncover her shoulder, he showered kisses along it. His mouth practically salivated at the taste of her skin on his tongue, it made him feel like a madman every time. In between those kisses, he drunkenly whispered an apology to her for what happened between him, Zaiyia, and Alan earlier. “Mmm, I’m sorry, baby…I know I can be an ass, but…I got mad and…you weren’t home and…you were with that prick and…”

Not wanting to revisit all that drama right now during such a steamy moment, Zaiyia lifted her full lips from where she had been dragging them up and down the side of Heath’s neck while grinding her hips down against his eager ones. With her eyes shut, she ordered him in a sultry voice to shush. “Shut up, Sullivan.”

Reaching around Zaiyia’s bare form, Heath skated his hand down her silky back and over the curve of her supple behind. He didn’t bother with teasing her anymore as he slid his fingers down between her cheeks and straight inside her from behind.

“Heath!” Zaiyia gasped aloud, throwing her head back as her nails glided down his shoulder to drill into his pecs. She needed more, a LOT more than those two thick digits inside her. Letting out a whine, she shook her head and lamented. “No, baby, no! I want your cock. Give me your cock!”

Shaking his head in denial that at this point honestly felt like was destroying them both, Heath saw this as a chance to be reprieved for his crimes. “No, not until you forgive me. C’mon, let me off the hook this one time. If not…I won’t move a muscle even after the sun comes up.”

“Yes, god! I fucking forgive you!” Zaiyia impatiently forgave him, reluctant to beat him at his own game. Now if he didn’t give her what he wanted then she’ll likely bludgeon his face into mush with her History book for it. “Now please, get the fuck in me!”

Dragging his fingers from within her tight hot heat, Heath rolled the two of them over once more so that he was now on top of her. Retreating from her, he sat back on his knees to curl each of his hands underneath each of her knees to hoist them up as high as they could. With one single solid thrust, Heath was plunging within her. The pleasure was so extremely intense he threw his head back and shouted. “FUCK!”

“GOD!” Zaiyia screamed at the sudden but fulfilling probe into her body. She didn’t have time to do anything but grip the pillow underneath her head before Heath began to pummel his way in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping against skin intermingling with their moans and cries. As he slanted down over her, her legs were aligned with his torso, pressing against the wall of muscles as he had his way with her.

“Jesus Christ, y-you feel so fucking amazing, baby.” Heath confessed as he battered Zaiyia down onto the mattress, no more lingering touches or softness between them. This was primal.

“You’re…You’re so fucking big!” Zaiyia pants back, her skin perspiring even though it was Heath doing all the physical work. Underneath him, she just took it and relished every second of it. “Fuck, I can feel you everywhere!”

“You like that, don’t you?” Heath enticed Zaiyia, desiring to hear how right he made her feel when they had sex. It wasn’t something he needed to hear for his ego's sake. Every time they came together he got the evidence right in front of him of how profoundly he affected her. It was just pleasant to hear every now and again. “Being so full…you have no idea where you begin and I end? We feel almost…almost…”

“One. It’s because we are. I know you feel it too, you can’t deny it.” Zaiyia inserted, almost gasping after every word as he beat her spot with every single thrust. It was abuse what he was doing, but she worshiped it as her eyes rolled back in her skull and another orgasm began to make its arrival. It came as swift as a slap to the face but had the impact of a punch to the gut. Arching almost off of her bed, Zaiyia let out a resonant scream of pleasure, cumming harder than she had before, her body convulsing from the power of it before falling limp all over again.

Instead of taking his release, Heath drew out of Zaiyia to drop down next to her. In between his pants for air, he found himself apologizing once again for his shoddy conduct. “God, baby…I’m sorry for the way I acted. Seriously. It wasn’t right…no matter how angry I got.”

“It’s fine.” Zaiyia whispered, her throat feeling raw after screaming out in ecstasy. Her body felt paralyzed with the lingering ripples of pleasure still flowing through her, limbs twitching every now and again.

Heath didn’t feel like it was and told her as he turned his head to look at her shadowed form. “It doesn’t feel so.”

Zaiyia didn’t bother to look at him, she couldn’t bring herself to. Her mind was now going back to when he questioned what she would know about love. That straightforward query speared her in the heart so greatly she couldn't even pretend that everything was truly forgiven, that she could move on and forget she never heard those words past his lips.

Lord knows how much time before Heath finally moves again. Rolling back over on top of a soundless Zaiyia, he instructed her softly. “Wrap yourself around me again, baby.”

Without thinking, Zaiyia did what he said, surrounding both arms and legs around him. She felt him lift them both off the mattress and then crawl them up the bed until her bare back met her brand new cushioned headboard Heath installed for her. “Heath, what are you trying to do?”

“Repent.” Heath replied to Zaiyia before helping himself to skillfully slide back into her body without his hand guiding him in the right direction. His girthy return made her cry out and cling tighter to him. Once again, he cupped the back of her knees but this time it was to extend her legs wider so he could ram in and out of her like a beast. As her curvy behind hit the cushioned headboard, almost every boisterous moan of hers came out as a scream. This time, the two of them came together as one, Heath draining what felt like three times the amount into her after denying himself for so long. Falling back onto the bed in each other’s arms, he fought to catch his breath, his green eyes closed and his chest heaving.

Zaiyia gave Heath some time to recover before crawling out of his loose arm and onto his sweaty lap. Without a word, she pumped his slippery flaccid cock back to life again before straddling it and guiding his now semi-erection back into her. She never wanted tonight to end. In fact, every time they made love she prayed it would be for an eternity. Despite how mad she still was at Heath, tonight would be no different than any. It was gonna be a prolonged night of sex as always, but also it might be a prolonged night before she could forgive him for his insensitive words. And even then…well, she truly prayed that she’d be able to wake up one morning and officially forgive for it sooner rather than later.