Page 36 of The Hidden
I glare at him, and he growls at me, digging his demanding fingers into my hips. I clench down as I fit the tip of him inside of me, eager to be full of him and on my way to an orgasm. I watch Zeph’s face as I slowly lower myself on top of him and smile when he groans and throws his head back as the inside of my thighs press against his hips. Zeph encourages me to move right away, but I take a minute to appreciate how deep he is and how full I feel before rising up and then dropping back down on him.
I set a hurried pace, not interested in anything but a mind-blowing orgasm on Zeph’s massive cock. I lean forward, my hands on his chest for leverage, and fuck him until the rage in my chest starts to dissipate and I’m lost to the sensation of riding him. Zeph sits up and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and moaning. We’re both panting, and he squeezes my ass every time I rise up, and lets go when I drop my hips back down so that he spears deep inside of me.
I squeal when Zeph suddenly stands up and steals my fucking reins. He holds me tightly to him so that he’s deep inside of me as he moves us to the bed. He’s surprisingly gentle as he lays me down on my back and presses into me. He brushes a few white strands of hair from my face and then sears his lips to mine in a desperately hungry and perfectly bruising kiss. I unhook my legs from around his waist and let my thighs fall open, giving him as much room as he needs to fuck me hard.
Our tongues swirl together, as he pinches a nipple between his fingers, and then he starts pounding into me, hard and relentless. I break the kiss so I can shout out my approval, and Zeph growls into my ear and nips at my lobe.
“You. Are. Mine,” he snarls into my ear, each word punctuated by a deep punishing thrust.
I moan and gasp and beg for more, harder, faster, and the fucking asshole gives it to me. My whole body lights up with tingles, and I can feel that the impending orgasm is going to be so fucking good. Each hard thrust moves me higher up on the bed until we’re both pushing off against the headboard. I use it as leverage to angle my hips just a little bit higher, and it takes everything to a whole new level for me. I clench around Zeph, so close to falling over the best fucking orgasm cliff.
“Come for me, little sparrow,” Zeph commands.
My eyes fly open, and I glare at him. “Make me, asshole.”
Zeph smiles and eagerly accepts my challenge. He drops his head and sucks on my nipple and then pinches the other one hard. He fucks me hard and fast, and in no time, I’m falling over the edge as an incredible orgasm explodes through my body. I reach between us and rub at my clit, trying to milk this sensation for all it’s worth. Zeph watches me for a minute as I writhe underneath him, riding the wave of tingles and heat. He slaps my hand away and pulls out of me, crawling down my body until his mouth is latched onto my clit.
My still orgasming pussy clenches around nothing, but I stop caring as Zeph sucks on me, and I grind up into his mouth. A purring sound fills the room. I sit up trying to figure out what the hell is going on, when an intense vibration presses against my clit. I give a surprised shout and watch Zeph’s face between my thighs.
I moan as another orgasm quickly builds and shove my hand in his hair. “Fuck! Right there,” I command as Zeph rotates his head, and the vibration hits an even sweeter spot right at the top of my clit. “Oh fuck! How are you doing that? Yes, stay right fucking there! Oh fuck yes!” I scream out as I fall into another orgasm. I roll my hips and try to remove my sensitive bundle of nerves from Zeph’s still vibrating mouth, but he pins me down and forces me into a third screaming orgasm.
I’m not normally a screamer, so the fact that I am now is blowing my mind. I barely have time to even process that before Zeph’s massive cock is moving in and out of me again, and I’m reduced to a moaning, mewling, incoherent mess. He feels so fucking good, and when he demands that I say I am his, I don’t even pause before telling him exactly what he wants to hear.
On the wordyours,he presses as deeply inside of me as he can get and roars out his release. He nips at my neck as he rides out his orgasm and then rolls us over so that I’m once again on top of him. Neither of us say a word as our panting slows into deep measured breaths. Zeph’s quiet snores vibrate through my chest, and I don’t even care that he’s still inside of me as I close my eyes and quickly fall into the deep darkness of satisfied sleep.
18
An echo of my dad’s voice floats around my head. He and my mom are talking, but I can’t make out about what.Gentle fingers smooth hair away from my face, and I squeeze tighter around my mother’s neck. I’m crying, and they’re arguing.
“She didn’t mean to, Awlon. You can’t get mad at her for doing something she doesn’t understand. She’s only four.”
“I’m not mad at her, Noor, but if any of my kind feel what she just did, they will come looking, and we both know that will not end well for anyone.”
My dad’s voice is laced with worry. I feel bad even though my mom is trying to soothe it away with gentle touches and cuddles.
“We need to move, and not to another city. If her abilities are manifesting already, then we need to keep to ourselves as much as possible until we can find another cladding stone.”
“I’m sorry, daddy, I was just trying to play princess like they do in the movie.” I sob into my mother’s neck, and my dad pulls me out of her arms and hugs me.
“Shhh, don’t cry, my heart. Don’t cry. We’ll make it okay.” My dad pulls back and wipes at my cheeks. I look into his bright green eyes and feel the love and concern spilling out of them. “Falon, my heart, you have to promise me not to make anything other than yourself obey you again. Do you understand?”
I just stare at him.
“Maybe you should have never taught her the language,” Gran snaps at dad.
Mom silences her with a look, and my gran stomps away, mumbling angrily under her breath.
“Tamod is a bad word?” I ask, and my dad’s eyes bounce back and forth between mine.
“A word is never bad, but bad things can be done with words, and we must make sure that we keep ourselves and others from doing that.”
I nod at him, and he wraps me in a tight hug.
“We will both have to do better,” he tells me as he kisses my cheek, and I hug him harder.
Loss sears through me, and I whimper at its icy touch. Sadness burns coldly through my veins, and I thrash uncomfortably. I slowly wake up from sleep. By the time I get my eyes open, the strange feeling has almost receded, and the memory I’ve never looked back on before is an echo in my chest. I’m tangled in my sheets, sweating my ass off, and feeling achy like I worked out way too hard the day before. I sit up and look around the room. There’s no sign of Zeph, other than his dry cum on my thigh. I wrinkle my nose at that realization and untangle myself from the sheets.
I feel better after a long bath. I wash all evidence of last night’s exploits from my body and don’t feel nearly as sore and ragged when I’m done as I did when I first woke up. I check my body for marks or bruising, but there’s nothing there that needs to be hidden. Strangely my skin looks almost glowy, my hair is shinier than I ever remember seeing it, and my lavender-colored eyes look downright radiant. Either the food here has some nutrients that my body has been lacking, or sex seriously does my body good.
