High by Zara Cox

legs around me.” She complied
but he shook his head, his eyes blazing a savage demand. “Tighter. I want to feel
your legs gripping me the way your hungry cunt is gripping my cock.”
    Her thighs shook as she clenched them
tight. The move forced him deeper into her on the next stroke, taking pleasure
to a whole new level.
    Her jagged scream made his eyes darken.
“Tell me how that feels.”
    “Incredible. Oh, God, Zach, more,
please, fuck me harder!”
    Her throaty demand seemed to crack the
last of his control. One hand still trapping hers above her head, he gripped
her ass with the other and slammed into her.
    His lips parted on a pained grimace as
he increased his thrusts. Perspiration sheened both their bodies as they
writhed together, racing towards the promise of mind-blowing release.
    “Bethany! Fuck!”
    He slammed into her, harder than
before. She screamed, her lids heavy from near-delusional pleasure.
    “No, baby,” he commanded. “Eyes on me.
Watch what you do to me. See how insane fucking you has driven me.”
    His eyes were crazy with lust, flames
bursting through as stark need clenched his jaw tight.
    “Oh,” she gasped, so unbelievably
turned on by the knowledge of what she’d done to him that she screamed harder.
    His smile was almost sadistically smug.
“Like that, do you? Do you love that you have me at your mercy? Do you love
knowing that I’d rather die than stop now? That I’d rather stop breathing than
stop fucking you right now?”
    “Yes! Oh, God…” The orgasm took her by
surprise even though she’d known she was close. It rippled through her like the
beginnings of an earthquake. All the way down her spine to coil tight within
her belly. He drank her keening moan with a searing kiss.
    “Just like that baby. I’m so close.”
    His nostrils pinched together as he
reared back and hooked his gaze on hers.
    “Zach!”
    “Yes, Peaches. Now! Right fucking now!”
    He slammed into her once, twice. His teeth
bared on a savage growl as her orgasm ripped through her. Spasming wildly
beneath him, Bethany heard her screams echo through the large room and bounce
off the walls.
    “ Jesus!” His gorgeous hair fell over his forehead, framing his stunning face as he bucked
wildly on top of her, spurting his long, endless release inside her.
    The pleasure-pain reflected in his eyes
made her want to touch him, kiss him. When she struggled against his hold, he
finally set her free.
    Pushing his hair back, she levered
herself up and kissed his mouth, her eyes still wide open and connected with
his. His groan was long and deep, the connection searing, unlike anything she’d
ever experienced before.
    A feeling of vulnerability crept over
her. Absurdly, she felt as if Zach was looking deep into her soul, and allowing
her a glimpse into his. She saw beauty, pleasure…and pain.
    He broke the connection first, his head
dropping down until his forehead touched hers. Their breaths mingled as he slid
his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close.
    Her thighs shook with tension and she
loosened her hold on him.
    “Did I say you could let me go?” he
demanded, but his lips curved in a smile against her shoulder.
    “I’m so liquid right now, not all the
ballet training in the world can make me keep this pose.”
    His head slowly lifted, his eyes
gleaming with keen interest. “You’re a trained ballerina?”
    “Was. Unfortunately, my ass started to
grow when I was fourteen and hasn’t stopped growing. I had to give up hopes of
becoming a world-famous prima ballerina and settle for being a
not-so-world-famous events organizer.”
    His interest grew. “So just
how…flexible are you?” The question was so blatantly sexual, she felt her barely lowered pulse spike higher again.
    “Why do you want to know?” she asked,
despite the blush creeping over her skin.
    “Because I want to know just
how…adventurous we can get together. ” Lust slid over
his face. He licked his lips in a purely predatory