Eyes of an Artist-Nude Studies 3 (Z/L AU ~ ADULT) [COMPLETE]

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TITLE: Eyes of an Artist

AUTHOR: Roswell Oracle

RATING: ADULT for language and sexual situations

CATEGORY: U/C L/Z – Liz’s POV - AU - no aliens
(No Max bashing in this fic so don't worry. Max doesn't exist in this universe.)

REPOSTING: Please ask permission before reposting. I like to know where my story is going to live.

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DISCLAIMER: Roswell, the characters and the story, are owned by Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and Fox Studios (although the way they have abused them I don't think they deserve them) and are used here purely for entertainment purposes.

Any additional characters or situations not mentioned in the show are the creation of my dementia.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: This fic was conceived with the help of several great suggestions and an excellent line from my beta and friend Ellie. Thanks babe for all of your help, feedback, suggestions and continuing support. This one is for you.
P.S. – there is also a butt-spanking-new expanded cab ride scene just as you requested.

SUMMARY:
Zan Smut! This is the third story in the ‘Artist’ series.

It’s not necessary to read the others first but this one will make more sense if you do. Here are links to the other two.
Hands of an Artist -
Voted UC Fic of the Month at the Eraser Room for October 2005
Voted Favorite Lead Character Portrayal in a UC Fic in the Fanatics Round 8 2005 Awards - for Zan
Body of an Artist -
Voted UC Fic of the Month at the Eraser Room for January 2006


AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a little different than the other two in the series. It switches back and forth from Liz’s POV (in regular type) to Zan’s POV (in italics).


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PART 1


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(New York City)

I have lived with Zan for just over a month. Thirty-four days to be exact, and it has been the best month of my life.

I wanted Zan the first moment I saw him and quickly fell in love with him as we got to know each other. When he suggested that I move in with him I didn’t hesitate, and I haven’t regretted my decision for a moment.

Zan loves me fiercely and he is so good to me. For example, he brought me to a park near our house today just so I could relax and have a good time.

It is summer semester at NYU where I attend school and I am taking a full load. Last week was the first week of classes and because it’s a shortened semester the teachers are piling on the work. So today Zan surprised me with a picnic in the park.

He ordered all my favorite foods from a nearby deli and hired a cab to take us around to a quiet area of the park. We ate and talked and laughed all afternoon, and then Zan tickled me until I was out of breath and begging for mercy.

“Please Zan,” I gasped. “I’ll do anything.”

His hands stilled against my ribs and he smiled crookedly. “Anything?”

I nodded, knowing his terms would be sexual.

Zan leaned over me to kiss my forehead. “Okay baby,” he agreed. He leaned closer and his voice dropped to a whisper. “What I want is for you to turn over so I can rub your back.”

I looked at him with surprise and he smiled wider, mischief dancing in his expressive amber eyes. I turned over and Zan straddled me. He brushed my hair to one side and placed a kiss on my neck before pushing my tank top up, exposing my lower back. His hands smoothed over the skin of back and arms, gently touching and caressing.

“Ummmm, that’s nice,” I said.

The pressure of his hands increased and he massaged the tension from my muscles, placing ocassional kisses on my neck and shoulders. The sun was warm against my skin, and my eyes slid shut. I felt so relaxed and loved. Everything was perfect.



(Zan’s POV - in italics)

Liz has lived with me for just over a month. Thirty-four days to be exact, and it has been the best month of my life.

I knew Liz was the woman for me the first moment I saw her. I fell in love with her instantly.

She is small but perfectly formed, her long, shining hair framing her beautiful face. A work of art. But it wasn’t just her appearance that attracted me. She exudes purity of spirit and innocence, and I don’t just mean sexual inexperience. Although it was obvious to me that Liz was a virgin when I first saw her, the innocence I’m talking about is her belief in the goodness of others, in the goodness of the world.

I grew up on the street, an orphan in the foster care system and I’ve fought for everything I have. I lost my illusions a long time ago. But Liz’s innocence is one of the things that drew me to her and it’s something I cherish and protect.

But that wasn’t all that attracted me to Liz. As I got to know her I fell in love with each new thing I discovered. Her mind, her sense of humor, her sweetness and strength and the passion I was sure I could sense beneath the surface of her carefully controlled actions.

And I was right about her passion. Liz puts her whole self into everything she does, school, life, love. She loves me with everything that’s in her. And she makes love with nothing held back, her reactions and pleasure so genuine that it’s intoxicating to me.

And even though the sex is fucking amazing, our relationship is about more than just that. We love being together, doing everything together. We are each other’s best friends and we share every aspect of our lives. Our relationship is everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s perfect.

I continued to caress the soft skin of Liz’s back even though I was aware that she had already fallen asleep. Touching Liz is one of my greatest pleasures. I can hardly keep my hands off her. I love to hold her in my arms, run my fingers through her silky hair, touch her soft skin. I feel like I’ll never get enough.

I leaned down and placed another kiss between her shoulder blades before moving off her. One of my other greatest pleasures is drawing Liz. I reached for my sketchbook and pencils and leaned back against the trunk of a nearby tree. I flipped to a clean page and automatically started the rough lines of Liz’s shape. My eyes skimmed over her sleeping form but I didn’t need to look at her to draw her. I know her body so well I could have drawn her with my eyes shut, but I never get enough of looking at her either.

I love knowing that she’s mine and I can look at her as much as I want. Liz is so beautiful and graceful that watching her do even simple everyday things is a pleasure. I watch her every chance I get, dressing, showering, studying, or just moving around our loft. I watch her when we make love and I watch her when she sleeps.

Currently she was laying on her stomach her head turned toward me, her expression so peaceful and innocent in sleep. A slight breeze blew Liz’s hair and the sun picked up its red and purple highlights. I reached out and took a handful of her hair, letting the soft strands slide through my fingers.

Liz released a sigh and turned onto her side. Her shirt rode up so it barely covered her breasts and I let my eyes roam over her exposed stomach. My gaze went lower skimming over her shorts and down the long expanse of her naked legs. I could easily imagine stripping off her few pieces of clothing and taking her, and I felt my cock harden instantly.

Of course sex is my favorite thing to do with Liz but since it was currently impossible I flipped to another clean page in my book and started sketching. I drew myself leaning over her sleeping form. In the drawing I had pushed up her shirt, exposing her beautiful breasts and pulled one into my mouth. I drew my hand disappearing beneath her shorts, imagining my fingers delving into her wet folds.

Quickly I turned to a new page and started another sketch, my mind filling in the events in between. Liz awoke to the touch of my fingers and I stripped off her shorts and underwear, moving down to dip my tongue inside her sweet pussy. And that’s what I drew, Liz’s legs parted wide for me, her puffy lower lips wet and welcoming, my mouth mere inches away from tasting her nectar.

I could taste her smoky juices on my tongue as I flipped to a new page. Again I imagined the events leading up to the new drawing. I licked through her folds again and again, teasing her clit and pushing my tongue deep inside her until she came apart. Then I stripped off my own clothes and moved over her. And that was my next sketch. Liz’s beautiful body laid out before me as I led my hard cock to her pussy and started to push inside her.

As I continued to draw, I imaged Liz’s hot, tight passage enveloping me. I could feel her taking the length of me inside and I shuddered with the pleasure.

Suddenly Liz rolled onto her back and a small sound escaped her that I instantly recognized. I had heard it many times before, and had taken great satisfaction in causing it. The sound was Liz’s sexual pleasure. She was having an erotic dream.

I put my sketchbook aside and fascinatedly watched her body, her slight movements echoing her dream. She shifted her hips and arched her back slightly as if I were caressing her.

I couldn’t help myself and reached out to touch her, brushing my hand over her breast. Liz moaned slightly and moved into my touch.

I lay down next to her, propping myself on one elbow. I placed my hand on her stomach and slowly moved up, sliding my hand under her shirt, caressing the underside of her breast with my thumb. I leaned down and placed open-mouth kisses on her stomach, tasting her skin as I brushed my hand over her hardening nipple. Again Liz moaned and I put my lips near her ear, my voice a soft whisper. “You like that baby, don’t you?”

“Zan,” she sighed, still caught up in the dream.

My name on her lips enflamed me even more. I wanted her so much I was practically going insane. I trailed my hand down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs and brushed her clit through her clothes.

I love talking dirty to Liz. It shocks her and makes her hot, and conveys the seriousness of my intensions, how much I want her. It’s like a private language between us. I kissed her neck as I continued to stroke over her clit. “Are you ready for me angel?” I whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you good and hard?”

“Zan,” Liz gasped, and she came awake breathing hard. Her desire-darkened eyes focused on me. “Zan I was dreaming about you.”

I held her eyes and smiled as I moved my hand back up to her bare stomach. “Was I fucking you angel?” I whispered.

“Not yet,” she said breathily, reaching out to me.

I leaned down and took her lips in a searing kiss. I had intended ending this day with my cock buried deep inside Liz. But I hadn’t intended to turn us both on so much so far away from anywhere we could consummate.

Liz’s hands roamed over my back, pulling me to her. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I moved over her letting her feel the weight of my body, pressing my erection between us. I had to have her soon.

Quickly my mind flicked through the possibilities. I immediately discounted the public restrooms and the few nearby businesses. I know semi-public sex is okay with Liz but I am careful where I take her. Liz deserves somewhere clean and safe and that didn’t describe anywhere nearby. But we were only a few minutes from home by cab and I decided that we would have to wait until we got there.

I broke the kiss. “Let’s go home baby, where we can do this right.”

She nodded and we quickly gathered our stuff. Hand-in-hand we hurried to the street and I flagged down a convenient cab. The ride home was practically silent, and seemed to take forever as I struggled to keep myself under control.

I wrapped my arm around Liz’s shoulders pulling her into my side, needing the physical contact. I wanted her so much that I could barely keep my hands from wandering into dangerous territory.

But I couldn’t stop myself from touching her.

I allowed my other hand to brush through her hair and down her arm, and Liz shivered under my touch. I savored the feel of the silky tendrils and the smooth warmth of her skin, but it wasn’t even close to enough. My imagination was on overload from sketching her in the park and all I could think about was having her.

My whole being ached for Liz, every nerve in my body completely attuned to her. Her head rested against my chest and her small hand was around my waist, slowly, gently stroking my back. The fresh scent of her hair filled my nose and I swore I could smell her smoky arousal. Her soft breasts were pressed into me, making me even more aware of her rapid breathing and racing heartbeat.

It excited me even more knowing that she wanted me so much, that she was so ready for my possession. But it was pure torture knowing that even though she was in my arms I couldn’t have her yet.

I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Soon baby,” I whispered, but I honestly wasn’t sure if it was Liz I was reassuring or myself.



I leaned against Zan’s chest, loving the feel of his solid body pressed to mine. I wrapped my arm around his waist trying to get as close to him as I could, to melt into him if possible. I wanted him so much and I couldn’t seem to stop my hand from caressing the hard muscles of his back.

In the park I had fallen asleep as Zan massaged my shoulders and back, but obviously my mind had continued to think about him touching me even after I drifted off. I dreamed about his lips and strong hands wandering over my body, caressing, arousing, and then I had woken to find him actually touching me.

I wanted him instantly and our kisses quickly got out of control, so I eagerly agreed when he suggested going home. But sitting in the back of the cab so close to him, but so far, was driving me crazy.

His arm was wrapped around me holding me tightly, the heat of his body enveloping me. His fingers sifted through my hair and slowly caressed my arm, every brush of his skin against mine sending electricity surging through me. I inhaled deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent of his skin, the smell of his soap mixed with that unique masculine scent that was just Zan. I could hear his rapidly beating heart, feel his shallow, aroused breaths, and I knew if I looked up into his eyes they would be dark, and filled with heat and hunger for me.

Zan’s body was visibly still but I could feel him practically vibrating with the effort it took to keep himself in control, and it made me want him even more. And when he pressed his lips to my forehead it took every last ounce of my own self-control not to pull him into the searing kiss I so desperately wanted.



Finally we arrived at our building and went inside.

I intended to take her in the elevator but unfortunately this was one of the few times that we encountered our downstairs neighbor. He was waiting for the elevator in the lobby and rode up with us. So I waited until we got inside our place before I pounced.

I dropped the stuff I was carrying and grasped Liz’s hips, taking her lips in a kiss as I lifted her against me. She kissed me back hungrily and wrapped her arms around me and I carried her into our bedroom. I put her on the bed and watched her strip off her few pieces of clothing as I quickly threw my own aside.

Liz held out her arms to me. “Now Zan,” she said throatily, “take me now.” She knelt on the bed completely naked, waiting for me and it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

I climbed on the bed with a growl and took her in my arms, pressing her back into the mattress. Both of us were so aroused that no more foreplay was necessary. Liz was wet and ready and I lifted her legs over my shoulders, opening her to me completely. And with a powerful thrust buried myself to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

We both moaned with the sensation. This position aligned our bodies perfectly and allowed her to take me completely inside. Liz shuddered beneath me and I knew neither of us would last long. I also knew neither of us was in the mood for slow, leisurely lovemaking and I grasped her hips, holding her steady as I found a quick rhythm.

I pumped into her again and again, faster and faster. Liz’s body writhed and bucked and her hands clenched the sheets as I felt her inner muscles start to flutter. “That’s it baby,” I growled between thrusts, “that’s what you needed.”

“Zan,” she whimpered.

She was on the edge and I increased my pace, greedily watching every one of her reactions. Her head thrashed from side to side and her breathing came in harsh pants and I knew a few more thrusts would finish her.

Liz’s body suddenly tightened and she cried out, and I surged deep inside, letting the strong grip of her inner muscles around my cock bring me.

I kissed her calf as I worked to catch my breath. It was over in a matter of minutes but we’d both wanted it like that and we’d both cum. “Angel, that was so fucking good.”

Liz nodded and reached for me. I put her legs down and moved to cover her body with mine as I kissed her.

When we broke apart Liz touched my face and held my eyes. “Thank you Zan, for today, for everything.”

I understood what she meant but I couldn’t resist teasing her. “Baby you don’t have to thank me. I’ll fuck you fast and hard any time you want.”

Liz smiled swatted at my shoulder and I smiled and kissed her again.


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I hurried out of the building tired after the long day and bemoaning the fact that it was only Monday. This semester I have three classes but with labs and discussion groups I am in school all day, and I was anxious to go home. Since I get out so late in the afternoon Zan has been meeting me on campus and I left the building immediately looking for him.

But it wasn’t Zan I saw coming toward me, it was a guy from my class, Tom. He was a good-looking blond guy and he seemed nice but he was having trouble. He had asked me for help with the complicated equations last week in our discussion group and I had spent about half the hour going over them with him.

“Hey Liz,” he called out as he jogged toward me. “I just wanted to say thanks for helping me last week. I think I’m starting to get it finally.”

I smiled at him. “That’s good, it’s not easy stuff.”

He shook his head. “It’s pretty easy for you, but you’re very smart.”

I shook my head but he cut me off, leaning in and speaking softly. “Don’t deny it Liz. You’re smart, and nice to help me out, and I just wanted to say thanks.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He smiled back. “See you in class tomorrow Liz.”



I saw Liz across the quad. It would have been impossible for me to miss her. When I’m not with Liz it seems like all I do is look for her, count the minutes until we’re together.

She was wearing a red shirt, my favorite color on her, and her hair danced in the wind exposing her luscious neck. I could taste her skin in my mouth as I imagined kissing her, but of course my imagination didn’t stop there. I could feel the weight of her perfect breasts in my hands, her naked body pressed against mine, her soft, wet heat surrounding my cock. It made me hard just thinking about her.

Then I noticed that she was talking to a guy.

Okay, Liz talks to guys. I know this. I don’t like it, but men make up half the population and occasionally she will have to talk to them.

But this guy was different.

I had seen him talking to Liz before, a couple of times last week. He was one of those blond, pretty-boy, preppy guys who think the whole world should fall at their feet. And his body language definitely said that he was interested in her. He was standing too fucking close to her, leaning in.

I felt an instant flash of anger, jealousy and possessiveness. Liz is mine and I couldn’t believe that asshole was trying to move in on her. My first instinct was to run across the quad and stomp the pretty-boy into the ground.

But I kept my temper and slowly walked toward them, and before I got there the guy took off.

Liz turned and saw me and a smile lit her whole face. Then I was glad that I hadn’t beaten the guy to a pulp. Liz loves me, I don’t have any doubt about it. That guy was the problem not Liz, and as I took her into my arms I had already decided to meet her earlier tomorrow. I would show the fucking preppy that Liz belonged to me, and that would be an end to it.

But for now I felt an overwhelming need to take Liz, to prove to myself that she is mine.



As I hugged Zan I could feel his erection pressing into me. I pulled back and looked into his face with a smile. If I had any doubt about his intensions the smoldering look in his golden eyes would have left me with no other conclusion. Zan has a way of putting sex into his eyes, one simple glance telling me without a word that he wants me. We had made love that morning but that had been many long hours ago and I wanted him too.

He held my eyes as he reached out to stroke my cheek. “Come on angel,” he rumbled, “I’ll take you home and fuck you so good.“

A shiver of desire raced through me and I simply nodded. Zan kept one arm around my waist as we quickly walked home. He always touches me, but especially when we’re out together in public. I know it’s partially because he likes to touch me, but it’s also because he wants there to be no mistake about our relationship. It is his way of declaring his possession of me and warning off any other guys. And I don’t mind. In fact I like it. I feel protected and loved, and I love the fact that Zan wants the whole world to know that we’re together.

It seemed like it took forever to reach our building and as soon as we got into the elevator I put a hand to Zan’s chest and pushed him back against the wall. He smiled crookedly and let me have my way and I stood up on tiptoes, pressing my body against his as I kissed him.

Zan growled his approval and his hands roamed down to my grip my butt, pulling me closer to him.



I wanted Liz badly, but I wanted both of us completely naked, skin against skin as I thrust into her. When we reached our floor I unlocked the door and lifted her small body into my arms. Her gasp of surprise and pleasure was like fire in my veins and I kicked the door closed behind us and carried her straight into the bedroom.

Within moments I had us both naked and I lifted her onto the bed, only pausing briefly to let my eyes roam over every inch of her. Her eyes were darkened with desire, her legs parted, her lower lips already wet, welcoming me. I climbed onto the bed and fit my body to hers, settling between her legs, my aching cock nestled against her soft folds. I pressed almost my entire weight on her letting her know that I would accept nothing less than her total surrender.

I kissed her hard and her body lifted into me, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I moved my hips rubbing my erection through her lower lips, each back and forth motion parting her a little more, drawing me ever closer to my goal. Liz writhed beneath me and angled her hips aligning our bodies, and with my next motion I allowed my cock to enter her.

So slowly I pushed inside her tight, wet pussy, struggling to keep control as Liz moved beneath me attempting to draw me deeper. I stopped about half way in and pressed all of my weight against her, holding her immobile beneath me. Liz’s eyes were wide with pleasure and her breath was coming in gasps, turning me on even more knowing that she wanted me so much.

Then I slowly pushed in to the hilt, pausing to savor the sensation of being held inside Liz. She is so small and tight and I always have to concentrate not to come as soon as I’m buried completely within her.

Her small hands roamed over my back, her fingers digging into my muscles and her breath was coming faster. I withdrew from her a few inches and thrust back inside. Her eyes widened and a small sound escaped her.

It is intoxicating watching Liz’s reactions as I fuck her, hearing the sounds she makes, feeling her body beneath me, around me, and I knew I would never get enough.



I wanted Zan so much I was practically desperate for him. He had barely entered me and already I could feel my inner walls starting to pulse. Suddenly he withdrew again and pushed back inside, starting a steady pace. His weight was holding me against the bed and I couldn’t lift my hips to meet his thrusts. Helpless to do anything else I grasped his chiseled ass, encouraging him to increase his pace. “Zan,” I said breathlessly.

He complied with another growl, slamming into me. Sweat coated both our bodies and they slid together easily, Zan’s hard pecs brushing against my breasts sending jolts of energy through me. I whimpered with pleasure and with a few more strokes I felt my orgasm coming.

Zan must have felt it too. He gripped my shoulders to give himself more traction and increased his pace even more.

My whole body felt almost limp with pleasure and my breath was coming so fast I thought I might pass out. It was all I could do to keep my arms wrapped around Zan, and then suddenly my orgasm hit. Every muscle in my body tightened and I cried out, aware that the first clench of my inner walls brought Zan over the edge with me.

I stroked Zan’s back as we attempted to catch our breath. “You’re right Zan,” I said breathlessly, “that was really good.”

Zan looked into my eyes, smiling crookedly. “I can do better angel.”


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Class let out a few minutes early and I took my time gathering my books and leaving the room, knowing Zan probably wouldn’t have arrived yet. When I got outside I saw Tom and Dave talking. “Hey guys,” I greeted.

“Hey Liz,” they said.

Dave spoke up. “Can you believe that the professor assigned two whole chapters for tonight?” He shook his head. “I’ll be up half the night reading, after I get off work that is. What about you guys?”

Tom nodded. “Me too.”

“Um, I already read the next two chapters,” I admitted.

“Of course you did,” Dave said with a smile. He looked at his watch. “Hey, I’ll catch you guys later,” he said. “Maybe I’ll actually get to work on time today.”

Tom turned to me after Dave left. “So you’ve already read the chapters, want to give me a sneak preview?”



I arrived early as I had planned but Liz’s class was already out, and again across the quad I saw the same preppy guy talking to her. I lengthened my stride determined to get to them before he left so I could set him straight. But again before I reached them he walked away.

I scowled at his retreating back. It’s like he had some kind of danger radar, but not enough to leave my angel alone.

Liz turned toward me and I quickly replaced my scowl with a smile. I kissed her briefly and took her into my arms looking over her head, my eyes going directly to the preppy. And as if he felt my gaze he turned back toward us.

I watched him as he watched us and I didn’t see any signs of surprise. The fucking asshole knew Liz was taken and he was still making a play for her.

I slid my hands under the hem of Liz’s shirt in the back, savoring the texture of her warm, soft skin. And I dipped my head putting my lips close to her ear. “I want you so much baby.”

Her body shivered under my touch and she tightened her arms around me, pressing even closer against me. “I want you too,” she said breathily.

Her need enflamed me even more and I kissed her neck lingeringly. When I looked up again, I noted with satisfaction that the preppy was still watching us and I smiled, knowing I had won. Liz was mine, she lived with me, she slept in my bed, she fucked me. He was shit-outta-luck. I looked away from him, dismissing him as the unimportant distraction he was and concentrated on Liz.

And eager to claim my prize, I pulled back to meet her eyes. “Let’s go home,” I whispered.



Zan and I hurried home and we barely got through the door before he started ripping off our clothes. My shirt went first and then his. He pulled me to him with an arm around my waist and kissed me hard as his free hand went to the fastening on my pants. Deftly he opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs.

Then cupping my butt he lifted me against him and carried me into the bedroom. When he placed me on the bed my hands went directly to the opening on his jeans. I lowered his zipper and pushed his pants and boxers down his hips and reached for his hard shaft.

Zan growled when I took him in my hands slowly caressing his soft skin. His hands went to unhook my bra and he tossed it aside palming my breasts. Quickly he brushed his thumbs over my nubs and I arched into his hands. He kissed me hard pressing me back onto the mattress. Kissing a line down my neck he stopped at a particularly sensitive spot sucking and biting. I knew he would leave a mark but I didn’t care because it felt so good.

Suddenly he gripped my hips and pulled me forward to the edge of bed. Then he stepped between my legs, parting them and led his cock to my throbbing center. He held my eyes and one corner of his mouth lifted in a grin as he thrust inside.

I gasped with pleasure and he grinned wider. Then holding my hips he withdrew almost all the way and thrust back into me hard, burying himself to the hilt. “I love taking you like this angel,” he growled as he traced his hand between my breasts. “I can see your whole body as I fuck you, every expression, every reaction.” He leaned down placing his hands on either side of my head and kissed me. “And I can see you taking my cock all the way inside your sweet pussy.”

I gasped in surprise and Zan kissed me again. His hands went back to my hips as he straightened up. He withdrew from me again and pushed back inside, quickly finding a rhythm, taking me hard and fast. Again and again he thrust into me causing delicious friction between our bodies, and I couldn’t stop my moans of pleasure.

Zan smiled again. “Oh baby you like that,” he growled as he increased his pace.

“Yes Zan,” I said breathlessly. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts as I felt my orgasm approaching.

My whole body shook and a few more of his hard surges pushed me over the edge. “Oh Zan!”

He followed me a moment later with a groan of pure male satisfaction and collapsed onto me pressing his head between my breasts.

I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his back as we both attempted to catch our breath.

Zan kissed my chest and then took my breast briefly into his mouth, drawing his tongue over my hard nipple. “Mmmm,” he purred with satisfaction, looking up to meet my eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you angel. Every time we’re together it just keeps getting better.”


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TBC

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Part 2


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The next afternoon I was even earlier to meet Liz after her class and I had to wait more than fifteen minutes before she came out. When she emerged my eyes went instantly to her neck and I felt a rush of satisfaction that the mark I had made was very visible against her pale skin.

I greeted her with a kiss and looked around for the preppy, intending to show him he was wasting his time with Liz. My body vibrated with adrenaline anticipating the confrontation, and I held Liz deliberately lingering outside her building. But as more and more students passed us and I didn’t see the preppy, I started to think he hadn’t attended.

One of the last people to exit the building was Dave. We had hung out many times, especially when I was getting to know Liz, and I hadn’t realized that he was in her class this semester. I greeted him warmly and Liz and I joined him and a few others from her class for coffee at our usual table on the quad.

Liz sat on the bench and I slid in behind her, straddling her so I could keep her close. I was relaxing, coming down from the adrenaline rush, but I still felt very possessive and protective of her and I wanted her in my arms. I loosely encircled her waist and she leaned back into me, the feel of her soft body against mine relaxing me even more.

The group fell into easy conversation, telling jokes and laughing, but as I relaxed more I started to realize other things. The fresh scent of Liz’s hair filled my nose, her small hand was on my arm and her soft ass was pressed against my hardening cock. I brushed her hair to one side and pressed a kiss to her neck. Liz placed her hand on mine, lacing our fingers together and I rested my chin on her shoulder.

This was how it should be, I thought. Hanging out with people I liked, all of them knowing Liz belonged to me. I was beginning to think that I had overreacted about the preppy, when suddenly he was approaching the table.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. His eyes lingered on Liz, angering me instantly.

“Hey Tom,” a few of the others answered.

Tom. Fucking Tom. I finally had a name, and it echoed through my head as I watched him take a seat across from me and Liz, next to Dave.

He looked at Liz again and smiled, and I had the overwhelming urge to leap across the table and remove the grin from the fucker’s face with my fists. Instead I tightened my arms protectively around Liz.

Tom avoided looking at me and continued to brazenly stare at Liz. Suddenly he spoke up. “Hey Liz, you’re going to your discussion section tomorrow right?”

Liz nodded. “Yeah.”

Tom smiled. “Well if you don’t mind, I thought I would drop by and get your help with something.”

Dave started laughing and slapped Tom on the shoulder. “That’s a great one Tom. You, actually going to a class.”

I could tell Tom was upset by Dave’s words but he pretended to laugh it off. “I’m re-evaluating my priorities,” he said smoothly.

Dave laughed harder but Tom ignored him and looked to Liz again. “Liz, you don’t mind, do you? You just explain things so well.”

“No,” Liz said, “I don’t mind.”

Tom smiled. “Good, I’m having trouble with the…”

Tom continued to speak but the anger surging through me drowned out the sound of his voice. The asshole was actually making arrangements to meet my Liz right in front of me.

In a way I felt helpless. I couldn’t say or do anything to Tom. If he had insulted Liz or touched her inappropriately I could have destroyed him. But for simply talking to her, looking at her, I knew Liz would think I was overreacting if I said or did anything to him.

But the powerless feeling didn’t last long. As Tom continued to look at Liz the helplessness I felt was quickly replaced by my growing anger, jealousy and possessiveness.

I felt the need to claim Liz, to mark her as mine so he could see. I always wanted Liz but the anger raging inside me stoked the fires of my desire for her. I wanted to lift her up onto the table and take her right there. But I would settle for touching her, and I would make sure Tom had no doubt that Liz was mine and we were lovers.

I leaned in and placed another kiss on her neck near where I had marked her as mine with the hickey. “Mmmmm angel,” I rasped softly so only she could hear, “you smell so good I want to taste every inch of your skin.”

I felt Liz’s body quiver against me and she squeezed my hand. It was a start but I wanted her desperate for me.

I moved my free hand to her shoulder, using my thumb to gently caress the back of her neck. Slowly I traced down her spine until the reached the bottom of her shirt and then I slipped my hand underneath. I rubbed the soft skin of her back as I placed another kiss on her neck.

Liz shivered against me and pressed her head to mine. She wanted me, it was working.

I moved my hand back to her shoulder and slid down her bare arm exposed by the tank top she was wearing. When I reached her hand I brought it to my lips, placing a kiss on her palm before returning it to her lap.

Then I put my hand on her hip and so slowly moved up her side, brushing my fingers over her stomach and ribs, stopping just as I reached the underside of her breast. I felt Liz suck in her breath, her whole body practically vibrating under my touch.

Tom continued to avoid my eyes but his gaze followed every move of my hand as I touched Liz.

I left my hand dangerously close to her breast, tightening my grip slightly as I whispered into her ear. “I want you so much baby. Do you want me?”

Liz nodded.

I slightly shifted my hips rubbing my rock-hard erection against her and kissed her neck again. “Can you feel how much I want you?” I whispered.

“Yes,” Liz whispered back, and her small hand gripped my thigh.

I moved my hand below her breast a fraction of an inch higher and Liz’s body jerked. I smiled, knowing my words would shock her, and most likely push her into action. “If you were wearing a skirt,” I whispered, “I could lift you up and slide inside your sweet pussy right here, and nobody would know.”

Liz’s whole body shook. Reaching back she placed her hand on my jaw and held me to her as she turned her head and kissed my other cheek. Then she whispered in my ear. “Zan I want you so much. Let’s go now.”

I smiled again as I nodded silently, knowing it would appear to Tom that Liz had suggested leaving so I could fuck her. I rose immediately, helping Liz up. “It was great to see you guys,” I said, “but we’ve got to get going.” I turned to Tom with a shit-eating grin but he was looking away scowling.

I held Liz closely to my side as we quickly walked away back past her building. I knew Tom would be watching us and as we approached the entrance I pulled Liz inside. That fucker’s imagination would be running wild about what we were doing.



I didn’t object at all when Zan pulled us into my building. I wanted him so much and I knew it meant he would be inside me sooner.

It was close to five o’clock and the building was practically empty except for the occasional student studying in a quiet corner. Zan took us down a side hall and I realized he was heading toward the bathroom. Briefly I wondered how he knew where it was, but I didn’t really care.

He stopped us outside the Men’s room and ducked inside, checking to make sure it was empty. Then he looked both directions down the hall before pulling me inside. We went to the last stall and Zan flicked the lock before pushing me against the wall and kissing me hard.

I stood on tiptoes and kissed him back, devouring his mouth. Zan’s hands immediately went to the fastening on my pants and pushed them and my panties down my legs.

Suddenly he spun me in his arms so I was facing the wall and he pressed his body against me. He brushed my hair aside and grazed my neck with his teeth. “Are you ready for me angel?” he growled.

I was so turned on that I didn’t feel capable of speech and simply nodded.

Zan kissed my neck and I heard the sound of his zipper and then his pants hitting the floor. I felt my feminine core clench and my whole body trembled in anticipation.

Then Zan gripped my hips and pressed his erection against my bare ass. “Spread your legs baby,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, pulling one leg out of my pooled clothes, opening my stance. And with a growl and a powerful thrust Zan’s hard cock filled me.

“Yes Zan,” I whimpered.

He pressed me against the wall whispering into my neck. “You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped.

“You were driving me crazy out there,” I said. “You made me want you so much.”

His hands slid under my shirt, pushing my bra up and grasping my breasts. “I’m right here baby,” he said, biting my neck. “I’ll give you everything you need.” He growled, withdrawing slightly and thrust back into me hard.

I whimpered again, unable to stop my reaction. In this position I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t see or touch him and I placed my hands on the wall and surrendered to Zan completely, allowing him to control the situation. And closing my eyes, I simply focused on the sensations.

Zan stroked my breasts and kissed and bit my neck and shoulders as he set a steady pace, pistoning into me again and again.

It felt so good having Zan’s thick cock pounding into me and I was building quickly to orgasm, but I needed more. My breath came in pants. “Harder Zan,” I gasped breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”

“Fuck yes baby,” he groaned triumphantly.

He slammed into me, practically lifting me off the floor. His hands gripped my breasts almost painfully, using them as handholds and he sank his teeth into my shoulder.

I couldn’t stop my sounds of pleasure with each of his powerful surges. My breath came faster and faster and my whole body felt limp. I was unable to hold my head up any longer it fell back against Zan’s shoulder.

He pressed me harder against the wall, his solid body holding me in place. I could feel my climax rapidly approaching and I said his name, over and over, almost like a chant, knowing he would give me what I so desperately needed. “Zan. Zan. Zan.”

He growled, his breath coming in hot puffs against the skin of my shoulder. He pinched my hard nipples, and even though I hadn’t thought it possible he thrust into me even more forcefully, once, twice, the third surge sending me over the edge. I came hard, my whole body shaking and convulsing, forcing a high-pitched moan from deep inside me.

Zan thrust into me two more times and then he groaned his completion, his hips bucking against me as he came. He continued to place soft kisses on my neck and shoulders as we worked to catch our breath.

“Zan,” I breathed, “that was so good. It’s like you were on fire.”

He kissed my shoulder again. “I’m always on fire for you baby, because you are so fucking hot.”



We went home and showered and I took Liz to dinner at our favorite Thai place. After dinner I surprised her with a visit to a lingerie store.

Okay, okay. I admit the lingerie store was as much for me as it was for her, maybe even more. I love giving Liz things, but I really liked the idea of her wearing underwear I had bought her. Only she and I would know she was wearing it and it was a like a part of me she would always have against her. When she wore them she would think of me. I would make sure.

Together we picked out several bra and panty sets. Liz chose more conservatively, satin and lace in pastel colors, and I picked ones that were more risqué, see-through mesh in red and black and thongs.

We collected quite a pile and Liz protested. “Zan I don’t need all this underwear.”

I put my hand on the small of her back and rubbed in slow circles, leaning into her. “I think we should replace all of your old underwear with new that I’ve bought for you. That way whenever you wear it, it’s like I’m touching you all over, my hands cupping your breasts, brushing against your pussy.”

Her wide eyes snapped to mine and she blushed furiously. “Zan!” she gasped, shocked. But as I held her gaze her eyes darkened with desire and I knew she liked my suggestion.

My mouth lifted in a knowing smile and she blushed again. “Go on baby,” I whispered, “try them on.”

Liz nodded and I allowed my eyes to skim her body as she moved away. Knowing Liz’s body so well, I could imagine exactly what she would look like in each of the things we had picked out, and my mind was working overtime. I could see the colors and textures against her skin and I could feel the flimsy materials in my hands as I tore them off her.

Taking her against the wall earlier in the bathroom kept replaying in my mind. The way she had surrendered to me, her soft moans of pleasure, her breathless request for me to fuck her harder, my name on her lips as she’d cum. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life and my cock hardened just remembering.

I felt a rush of satisfaction knowing that Tom would never get to see Liz like I did, never touch her like I did. But the fact that he was going to meet her tomorrow in her class kept resurfacing in my mind. I kept picturing him leaning in too close, touching her arm while he was talking to her.

My anger and jealously was working overtime just imagining him anywhere near her. I kept reminding myself that she was mine, that she gave herself to me willingly any time, any place. But I felt the need to prove it to myself. I felt the overwhelming need to take her here and now to prove to myself that she was completely mine.

I watched the clerk take Liz into the back where the dressing rooms were. Liz would be in a small, private room, surrounded by mirrors, and I instantly imagined fucking her while we watched ourselves in the reflections.

The images in my head mixed with the memories of our earlier bathroom encounter, driving me wild. Once again I heard Liz’s soft plea in my mind, “Harder Zan. Fuck me harder,” and it pushed me over the edge.

I waited for the clerk to re-emerge from the back and turn to help one of the other customers before I moved. Casually I headed to the back, grabbing a few more items on the way. If I were caught I would have the excuse of taking more things to Liz, but I didn’t intend to get caught.

I paused at the dressing room entrance and checked to make sure no one was watching and then I slipped inside. It wasn’t difficult to tell which room Liz was in, she was the only one there and she was in the only closed room.

I knocked softly on the door. “Let me in angel.”

She opened the door instantly. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

I smiled. “Getting caught if you don’t let me in.” She was stunned and I took her shoulders in my hands and walked her backwards, closing the door behind us.

“Zan,” she whispered her protest, “someone will catch us.”

I smiled wider and winked. “Not if we’re quiet.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what I intended. “We can’t.”

“Oh I think we can,” I said smoothing my hands down her bare arms. She had already removed her clothes down to her underwear and I let my eyes roam over her beautiful body.

“Zan,” she started to protest again.

I slid my hands back up her arms to her shoulders and stepped closer so our bodies barely touched. I leaned in and placed a kiss on her neck. “Don’t you remember how good it was this afternoon?” I whispered. I kissed her neck again, sliding my hands over the soft skin of her back.

She nodded, shivering under my touch. “Yes, but…”

With a twist of my fingers I unhooked her bra as I bit her neck. “Don’t you remember how I made you cum?” I pushed the straps off her shoulders and the bra fell to the floor.

She nodded again, her breath coming faster.

I cupped her breasts and leaned down to briefly take one soft mound into my mouth, licking her already hard nub. I looked up meeting her eyes. “Well imagine me taking you like that again.” I put my hands on her waist and moved around behind her. I turned her slightly so she could see our reflection and I placed another kiss on her neck. “Now imagine watching in those mirrors as I fuck you.”

Her wide eyes met mine in the mirror and she trembled against me.

I knew she was out of protests. She was mine and she wanted me. I held her eyes in the reflection as I smoothed my hands down her hips, pushing her one remaining article of clothing to the floor. It was incredibly sexy, seeing her completely naked and me fully clothed. I continued to hold her gaze as I brushed my hands up over her stomach and breasts. “Look how beautiful you are baby. Is it any wonder that I want to be inside you all the time?”

I reached lower, my hand briefly covering the triangle of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs before I brushed my fingers over her clit and through her folds. She was wet and ready and I kissed her shoulder. Then sliding one arm around her waist I used my other hand to undo my jeans. I didn’t bother pushing them down I simply reached inside and freed my aching cock.

I was aware that Liz was watching my every move in the mirrors and I turned her slightly so she had a better angle. I kissed her shoulder again as I led my shaft to her pussy, and I watched her in the mirror as I slowly pushed into her.

Her eyes widened as she saw my cock disappearing deep inside. “Zan,” she whispered with a touch of awe in her voice.

“Now you can see how even more beautiful you are when I fuck you.” I whispered. I stroked her breast slowly as I withdrew from her half way and pushed back inside, starting a leisurely rhythm in and out that coincided with my whispered words. “When I move inside you your skin flushes, your breasts pucker, your body arches, and when you cum your face and eyes are incandescent. You look like an angel.”

I kissed her neck again and increased my pace. “Can you see how much I want you baby?” I rasped against her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped.

I pulled her tighter to me, splaying one hand between her breasts, and placing the over her triangle of dark hair to hold her hips. Again I increased my pace but I carefully watched Liz in the mirror as she watched us. “Can you see my cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she gasped again as her inner muscles clenched around me.

Her breath was coming faster and her body strained to meet mine, I knew she was getting close. I grasped her breast and quickly stroked her hard nub. I felt her pussy start to flutter around me, and her back arched as she gasped my name. Liz’s eyes slid shut as her pleasure reached the edge but I wanted her to see us cum.

I slid my finger across her clit making her body jerk. “Open your eyes baby, and see what you do to me.”

Her passion-drugged gaze met mine in the mirror and I rubbed her clit in hard, fast circles as I continued to plunge into her. With only a few more strokes her body arched again and I held her tighter and bit her shoulder. Her mouth opened and she panted attempting to stay silent. “Just a little more angel,” I whispered. “I’ll get you there.” I rubbed her clit harder. “Feel me inside as you’re watching it happen.”

I kissed her neck. “Mmmmm baby so good.” I thrust into her harder. “So fucking good.”

Her body suddenly tightened as she came, and she whimpered softly unable to contain the sounds. With wide eyes she watched as I slammed into her again before releasing my control and allowing the clenching of her tight pussy to bring me.

My hips bucked against her as I came and I panted harshly in an effort to remain quiet. I noticed with satisfaction that Liz watched it all greedily in the mirror.

Her eyes came back to mine and I smiled. “Oh angel you liked that,” I teased her. “You came so fast.”

Liz blushed but she held my eyes and nodded. “I liked seeing us,” she said. Reaching up to my neck she turned her head and pulled me into a hungry but brief kiss. “But next time,” she whispered, “I want you naked too.”


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I sat in class trying to pay attention but my mind kept wandering back to the night before. I had been scandalized by Zan’s suggestion to make love in the dressing room in front of the mirrors, but I admit he hadn’t needed to do much convincing. Just a few of his whispered words can set me on fire and I really was intrigued about seeing us together.

Zan watches me all the time. What ever I am doing his burning amber eyes follow me, his gaze caressing my body so possessively. I love that he looks at me, it makes me feel so beautiful, sexy and loved.

Zan especially likes to watch me when we are making love. He often chooses positions that allow him to see as much of my body as possible. He says it turns him on so much to see his cock slide in and out of me. He made me curious to see it too but there isn’t really a position where I can see very well.

So the thought of watching us in the mirror had aroused me so much that I had hardly objected at all. And it was so good. Seeing Zan’s cock pushing into me while I could feel every long inch of him nearly drove me wild. And his whispered dirty talk and words of praise quickly pushed me over the edge.

After Zan and I had made love, I hurriedly dressed and sneaked him out. I was embarrassed even though I’m sure that no one saw us, and I wanted to leave. But Zan insisted on buying all of the underwear that we’d picked out. I reminded him that I hadn’t even tried any of it on but he was confident he knew my proportions.

He wanted me to wear the black see-through mesh to school today, but I hadn’t washed it yet, so we compromised. I wore a matching red bra and panties that he had purchased for me a couple of weeks ago, the ones I had worn to his gallery opening.

Zan had watched me put them on this morning and then he’d kissed me hard. His hands smoothed over my breasts as he trailed kisses to my neck. “Remember angel,” he rasped, “this bra is my hands cupping your breasts, stroking your nipples.” His hands roamed around to grip my butt. “These panties are my hands are holding your sweet ass and brushing against your soft pussy.”

Even if he hadn’t reminded me I would have remembered his similar words from last night. All day they played through my mind, over and over, and it was like his simple words had oversensitized my body. I was aware of every brush of the fabric against my skin almost as if Zan was touching me.

I’d been wet practically all day and I found myself counting the minutes until I was with him. I glanced at the clock and silently groaned. More than two hours left. I was going to go insane.



All day I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Tom was going to Liz’s discussion group just so he could have extra time with her. Sure they were in class together but that didn’t present any opportunities for him to touch or even talk to her. But Liz had told me that a discussion group was a more informal, smaller group where the students could ask questions and help each other solve problems.

I could just see Tom sitting next to Liz, pretending to have trouble. He would lean in close while she wrote out equations, innocently trying to help him. He would take the opportunity to touch her, brushing the soft skin of her arm, inhaling the scent of her hair, his eyes roaming over her breasts.

I was driving myself crazy with the images and moved restlessly around the loft. I tried to draw, I tried to paint, but my imagination was working overtime and I couldn’t concentrate. So I went to the nearby basketball court and picked up a game. Playing hard for more than an hour I tried to burn the thoughts of Tom with my Liz out of my mind, but it didn’t work. I kept looking at my watch as the day grew later knowing that soon Liz would be with him.

I admit I even considered getting a few of my old crew together to hunt down Tom and kick the shit out of him. In the past that’s what I would have done and not even given it a second thought. But that isn’t me anymore. I don’t want to live like that. I want to be the kind of guy that Liz is proud to be with, a good man. But it didn’t stop me enjoying the picture in my mind of Tom’s bloody face at the end of my fist.

So I went home and took a shower, letting the cold water pour over my body, trying to extinguish the anger and jealousy burning in my head.

Another idea had also been taking shape in my mind all day, and I had pushed it aside several times knowing it was unfair to Liz. But as the time for her class approached the idea wouldn’t go away. Liz had over an hour between her class and the discussion group and usually she stayed at school and studied or did homework. But if I met her I during that free time I could seduce her into coming home with me, and keep her in bed so she missed the discussion group.

I wanted Liz to do well in school and I knew it was terrible to make her miss a class, but I was that out of my mind. It wouldn’t stop Tom from going to another of her discussion groups. But a nagging voice in the back of my mind kept saying that if Liz didn’t show up after she said she would help him, Tom would think she had blown him off.

That could stop him from pursuing her. And finally that was what decided my actions.

I hurried to the campus and waited for Liz in the hall outside her class. She was surprised to see me but welcomed me with a warm smile and moved instantly into my arms. “You’re early,” she said.

“I couldn’t wait to see you baby,” I told her honestly. I noted with satisfaction that Tom saw us and I took Liz aside into the relative privacy of the doorway of the next classroom and kissed her thoroughly.

It was almost three o’clock and the building was pretty much empty except for her class and it only took moments for the hall to clear. I pressed her against the closed door, my eyes holding hers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you today,” I rumbled seductively. I took a quick look in both directions to make sure we were alone, and then lightly brushed my thumbs over her breasts. “I need you so much,” I whispered. I leaned in and kissed her neck lingeringly. “Come home with me so I can have you.”

Liz shivered against me and I smiled. She wanted me, my plan was working.

“But my class,” she objected.

I pressed my body into hers and slowly rotated my hips, rubbing against her, letting her feel my hard cock. I kissed her neck again near her ear. “We have more than an hour,” I said, careful not to make any promises about getting her back on time. I didn’t want to lie to her. I reached between us and brushed my fingers over her clit through her pants. “Baby that’s plenty of time for me to make you cum.”

Liz gasped and I felt her surrender before she spoke. “Yes.”

When we got home I didn’t waste any time. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her thoroughly and divesting us both of our clothes as I walked us into the bedroom. We were both naked in moments and I lifted her onto the bed, covering her body with my own. I kissed her again, slowly moving down her chin to her neck. I lingered, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin, concentrating on the hickey I had already made to deepen the color.

When I was satisfied that the mark would stand out against her pale skin, I moved lower, kissing a line between her breasts. Liz arched into me, silently begging me to touch her peaks but I had something else in mind. I placed wet, open-mouth kisses down across her stomach, tasting every inch of her skin as I moved toward my final goal.

I could smell Liz’s arousal before I reached the juncture of her thighs and it made my blood boil knowing it was just for me. I went directly to her sweet pussy and dipped my tongue barely inside, needing a taste of her. A sort of whimper escaped Liz and her body jerked.

I flattened my tongue and pushed it hard against her, licking deep through her folds and up to her clit. Liz squirmed again and I smiled against her, knowing I was driving her wild. I held her hips and took my time licking every inch of her from her pussy to her clit, over and over again, lapping up every sweet drop of her juices.

Liz’s breath was coming in gasps as I built her orgasm. I knew she was close and I moved up to kiss her clit as I slid two fingers inside her.

She moaned and her body bucked beneath me and I placed my arm across her hips holding her down. I intended to make her cum but on my terms.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and teased it with my tongue and teeth as I slowly pumped my fingers into her, concentrating on her G-spot. It only took a few moments and she was teetering on the edge, her whole body quivering, her breathing erratic. I slowed my pace licking her clit hard as I pushed my fingers into her, brushing the sensitive spot inside. I paused, holding her on the edge, and then reversed direction. As I hit her G-spot again she came apart, her whole body tightening, her inner muscles clenching my fingers.

But I didn’t intend to let it end there.

As she rode out the pleasurable sensations I left my fingers inside her and continued to lick her clit. And when her breathing started to even out, I began building her up again. With my free hand I reached up and used my thumb to brush over her hard nipple. I pumped my fingers into her, slowly building speed, making sure to graze her G-spot both directions.

And using this method, I brought her again, and again, and again, barely allowing her any time in between to catch her breath. I had done this to her before and I knew that multiple orgasms caused by her G-spot would totally exhaust her.

As I started to build her up the fifth time glanced at the clock and smiled with satisfaction. Her class had started fifteen minutes ago.

Only then did I think about my own release. My hand was covered with her juices and I tried not to think about how good her soaking pussy would feel around my cock. I was painfully hard but I resisted the urge to plunge my erection into her hard and fast because I wanted to make her cum again with me.

Instead I stilled my hand within her and kissed a line up her body, taking her breast into my mouth. Liz’s body was so sensitive because of the many orgasms that everywhere I touched her caused her body to jerk and writhe in reaction. I withdrew my fingers and pushed them into her, matching the rhythm with my tongue over the hard nub of her breast.

Liz moaned and raised her hips and I knew she would be ready for me with only a few more thrusts of my fingers. I concentrated on her breasts drawing one peak and then the other into my mouth, licking and nipping.

Suddenly I felt Liz’s inner walls flutter around my fingers and I knew it was time.

I withdrew my fingers and led my aching cock to her pussy and thrust inside. We both groaned with the sensation and I had to grit my teeth not to cum immediately. I panted hard for a handful of moments to get under control and then I started to move within her. I tried to start slow but I was so close I could barely think straight. I felt my balls tighten and gave in to the urge to take her hard and fast.

I reached between us and rubbed Liz’s clit in hard circles as I pistoned into her. Liz whimpered with every one of my thrusts and her whole body shook and tightened. She grasped my back, digging her short nails into my muscles and angled her hips taking me even deeper inside. I knew she was on the edge and I increased my pace and rubbed her clit harder.

With only a few more thrusts she came screaming. I pushed deep inside as her inner muscles clenched my cock and I finally loosed my control and allowed myself to cum. I growled my satisfaction as my hips pumped and I came inside her.

Both of our bodies were shaking with the exertion and covered with sweat and I thought Liz had never looked more beautiful. I brushed the wet hair off her face and kissed her forehead. “I love you angel.”

Liz touched my face and smiled. “I love you Zan.”

I glanced at the clock again, this time letting her see. “I think we got a little carried away. Your class started already.”

Liz nodded unconcerned. She smiled and blinked sleepily, barely able to keep her eyes open. “How can I complain when you made me feel like this?” she asked, her complete satisfaction evident in her voice.

I kissed her again and pulled out, gathering her sated, limp body in my arms and lying back against the pillows. I held her against my chest and she fell asleep within moments, exhausted just as I knew she would be. Cradling her soft form I placed a gentle kiss on her head and let my own eyes drift shut. We slept for a couple of hours and then I ordered in some Chinese. After we ate we made love again, slow and sweet, savoring every moment.

I felt nothing but arrogant satisfaction that night; satisfaction that I had seduced Liz into leaving school and kept her in bed so she missed class, satisfaction that Tom had seen us together, satisfaction that I was winning, satisfaction that I had made her cum five times, even the satisfaction that I had practically fucked her into unconsciousness.

But the next day I started to feel guilty.


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The next day I started to feel guilty.

All day the guilt built within me.

I love Liz and I always want her, but for the last few days our lovemaking hasn’t just been about us. I had allowed my jealously and anger to dictate my actions too many times. I had treated Liz like she was the prize in a pissing contest between myself and Tom that Liz didn’t even know existed.

Yes, I wanted her and she wanted me, and yes I had given her pleasure, a lot of pleasure, but I still felt guilty that I hadn’t been completely truthful with her.

And I had made her miss her class. I still couldn’t believe I had actually done that. Liz’s schooling was just as important to me as it was to her. Missing one class wouldn’t ruin Liz’s academic career, but it just proved to me how out of control I was.

But most of all I was worried that Liz might see my actions as a lack of trust in her and the strength of our relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth but I wanted to make sure that she understood completely.

By the afternoon I was determined to confess everything to her.

I left a little early to meet her at school and waited outside her building. Finally her class let out, but when I didn’t see her after a few minutes, I went inside.



As class ended I quickly gathered my books and went out the door but I was stopped in the hall by someone calling my name.

“Hey Liz,” the deep male voice called out.

I turned to see Tom from my class coming toward me and waited for him to catch up. “Hey Tom.”

“Liz, you didn’t come to the study group last night,” he said stopping near me.

I felt myself blush thinking of how I had allowed Zan to tempt me into bed with him instead. “Um, yeah, I um, something else came up.” I blushed again realizing the unintended double meaning.

Tom leaned in closer. “Well I was thinking we could get together tonight. I could buy you dinner and you could explain some of the equations to me.”

I shook my head, taking a step back. “Tom I have a boyfriend.”

“That punk guy who had his hands all over you the other day?” he asked and then shook his head. “Tattoos and facial piercings Liz,” he said with a mockingly raised eyebrow, “that really doesn’t seem like your type. You’re a nice girl, you can’t be serious about him.”

I shook my head again. “Zan isn’t just my boyfriend, I live with him. I love him.”

Tom leaned in again reaching to touch my arm. “Come on Liz we both know you’re slumming, just looking for some hot sex. I can give you that on Park Avenue, you don’t have to go to the hood.” He winked at me. “Isn’t it time to get out of the ghetto?”

I hadn’t realized Tom liked me like that, and I had tried to be nice and let him down easy. But he obviously wasn’t the nice guy I’d thought he was and it made me angry how he was talking about Zan. I pulled away from him with a frown. “Tom you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said softly, trying to hold my temper. “You don’t know me at all…”

“I’d like to get to know you better,” he said cutting me off and reaching toward me again. “Tonight, just you and me.”



I walked down the hall toward Liz’s classroom and couldn’t believe my eyes. Fucking Tom was talking to her again, touching her. Immediately my anger rose to boiling point and I had the overwhelming desire to pound the guy into a bloody pulp. But the guilt of making Liz miss her class yesterday helped me keep my temper in check and I settled for clenching my fists as I approached them.

I heard Tom say something about the ghetto and it was obvious he was dissin’ me. I couldn’t hear what Liz said but she pulled away from him. That’s my girl, I thought with a smile, but Tom reached for her again.

Neither of them could see me because I was approaching from the side and I clearly heard him ask her out. I couldn’t have hidden my anger if I wanted to and I let all of it show in my face as I stopped behind Liz and took her into my arms.



I was about to refuse Tom again and leave when suddenly a pair of familiar arms slid around my waist from behind and I was pulled into Zan’s warm, solid body.

“The lady already has plans,” Zan growled. “Permanently.”

Tom looked at Zan over my shoulder and I saw him pale a little. I could just imagine the scowl on Zan’s face; his golden eyes hard and burning with anger, his body language conveying his arrogant certainty that he could back up his words. I leaned back into him knowing I wouldn’t be bothered by Tom the jerk again.

Tom nodded once, just a jerk of his head, and backed a couple of steps before turning and walking away.

I turned in Zan’s arms intending to kiss him but he grasped my shoulders. “What the hell is with that guy?” he snarled. “I don’t want you talking to him again,” he ordered arrogantly.

“What?” I asked instantly angry. “He’s in my class Zan, my discussion group. I can’t…”

“Your discussion group?” he growled cutting me off. “That asshole is with you three afternoons a week?” he asked incredulously. “Change groups.”

I raised my chin stubbornly, holding his eyes. “I’m not going to change groups,” I said angrily.

“Liz,” Zan growled a warning.

I shook my head again. “I won’t allow you or anyone else to tell me what to do.” I didn’t want to be mad at Zan and I took a deep breath trying to keep my temper. “I’m going for a walk.” I turned to leave to give us both some time to cool down.



Liz started to walk away from me and I knew I had gone too far. I wasn’t worried that I was losing her to Tom, but I wanted to keep her away from him to protect her and stop him manhandling her. I hadn’t realized he was in her discussion group and the surprise had made me speak rashly. Now Liz was mad at me and she was leaving. Suddenly I was afraid of losing her, not to Tom but to my own stupidity.

“Liz,” I growled, my tone ordering her to stop. She’s mine, everything I’ve ever wanted. We’re perfect together and there was no way I was simply going to let her walk out of my life.



I started to walk away and Zan growled my name again, but I didn’t stop. I had no intention of arguing with him about something so irrational. I didn’t have a destination in mind, just somewhere away for a while, but I should have known Zan wouldn’t give up that easily. I heard his solid booted footsteps behind me a moment before his arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me into a small, dark supply closet.

Quickly I looked around, noting that there were shelves along the walls and a desk, the light was off and the only illumination was from a small window high up on the wall. Zan pulled the door shut and plunged us into almost complete darkness.

I turned toward him. He stood between me and the door and locked it behind him. I frowned. “Zan let me out of here.”



There was no way she was getting out and I held her eyes letting her see how serious I was. I started toward her shaking my head, showing her there was no escape. “Come here baby,” I ordered softly.



The small amount of light barely illuminated Zan’s face but I could still see the intense look in his expressive eyes, and it made me step back. “What are you doing?” I asked.

He held my eyes as he continued forward, speaking softly. “I’m not letting you out of here until we settle this.”

“There’s nothing to settle,” I said angrily, taking a few more steps back to stay out of his reach. “Who do you think you are telling me what to do?”

“I’m the guy who belongs to you,” he rumbled, “just like you belong to me.”

I shook my head and backed a few more steps. “That doesn’t give you the right to tell me…” I stopped as my back hit the wall.

“To tell you what to do?” Zan finished softly, closing the distance between us. He pressed his body against mine very effectively blocking my escape.

Still angry I put my hands against his chest and pushed. “Let me out of here Zan.”

He easily captured both my wrists in one of his hands and raised them above my head, holding them against the wall, showing me how completely he controlled the situation.

His eyes were barely visible in the low light but they seemed to glow with desire as I met them. I wiggled against him trying to put some space between us and I could feel his erection pressed into me. “Let me go Zan,” I said. “I’m mad at you and I’m not having sex with you in here.”



No sex?

I’m sure she meant it, but she’s mine and I intended to have her here and now. I would just have to change her mind.



Zan stroked my cheek as his head descended slowly toward mine and I could see his crooked smile. “And waste all of this good anger?” he asked.

I have to admit that I was turned on. Just being near Zan is enough to make me want him. He was so close that the scent of his soap and clean skin invaded my senses making my breath come faster, and I knew I was in trouble. As he came infinitesimally closer his beautiful eyes burned into mine, holding them, refusing to let me look away. I could see the depth of his desire reflected in his gaze, and felt myself being drawn into his molten amber web.

With supreme effort, fueled by my anger, I was able to break eye contact but unfortunately my gaze went to his lips. I imagined them brushing against my lips, feathering over the skin of my neck, sucking my breast. I shivered against him and came out of my fantasy just in time to notice that his lips were almost touching mine.

I turned my head trying to avoid his kiss but he simply gripped my chin and held me while he attacked my lips. I was determined not to kiss him back and I kept my lips still as his moved over mine, licking and nipping, trying to coax a response.



I saw the desire in Liz’s eyes and thought for sure she would respond to my kisses, but she was mad enough to resist. I could feel her anger just below the surface and I intended to release it, channel it into our passion.

She might be able to resist me kissing her lips but there was no way she would be able to resist what else I had in mind. Liz is so responsive to me that she’d be melting in my arms in a matter of moments.

I started to place feather-soft kisses on her neck. She squirmed a little, a small sound escaped her and I couldn’t stop my smile of satisfaction.



Zan kissed my lips for several long moments but when I didn’t respond he moved down to my neck. He went directly to the most sensitive spot, which he had discovered, brushing his lips across my skin. The sudden jolt of pleasure surprised me and I couldn’t stop a slight groan of reaction.

I thought he would concentrate on that spot but his soft lips moved across my neck and I almost released a sigh of relief, until his fingers trailed down my side. My body jerked at the unexpected contact and I braced for another touch but Zan simply continued placing kisses on my neck. After a moment I started to relax and then his thumb brushed the underside of my breast.

Zan held me immobile and the room was dark, I couldn’t see his hand or even guess where he was going to touch me and I knew that was his intention. My whole body was focused exclusively on the sensations he was causing and I practically vibrated as I waited for his next caress.



I had Liz trapped against the wall, hands secured, her whole body completely at my mercy and it turned me on more than I thought possible. I wanted her badly, but I wanted her to want me just as much so I continued kissing and licking her neck while I touched her, coaxing, arousing, seducing.



Suddenly Zan’s hand pressed against my stomach, moving slowly down, and just as suddenly was gone. The wiry hair of his beard tickled my neck and a moment later his fingers skimmed across my ribs. I tried to stay angry and detached but his simple touch was arousing me so much that I couldn’t stop my reactions.



I felt it the moment Liz started to surrender, started to respond, and a surge of pure animal lust rushed through me.

I kissed her neck near her ear. “Come on baby,” I whispered, “I know you want me.”



I did want him but his words made me determined not to let him know how much he was affecting me. I stayed carefully still, refusing to admit it, and a moment later I felt his chin stud graze the super-sensitive place on my neck. I shivered involuntarily and Zan sucked my delicate skin into his mouth, brushing it with his tongue. He concentrated on the area grazing it with his teeth, licking and kissing over and over again. Suddenly his hand brushed over my breast causing my nipple to instantly harden.

I gasped, unable to contain my pleasure and Zan immediately took possession of my lips. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth and I trembled against him. I was still angry but I wanted him so much. I kissed him back, stroking his tongue with mine and arched into him, struggling to free my hands.

But Zan held my wrists tightly as he continued the kiss. His free hand wandered across my stomach before cupping my breast and lightly grazing my nipple through my shirt. I moaned and he used his thumb to brush my nub again and again sending jolts of pleasurable electricity through me.

His hand suddenly left my breast and I whimpered at the loss until I felt his fingers slide across the juncture of my thighs, raising my skirt and slipping into my panties. He brushed over my clit, his fingers sliding easily through my slick folds. Breaking the kiss he nuzzled my neck near my ear as he continued stroking me with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet for me angel,” he growled. “Just admit you want me.”

I was still angry, but I wanted him so much that I didn’t care. “Yes,” I gasped, “I want you.”

He withdrew his fingers and released my wrists to grasp my hips and lift me up onto the desk. With another growl he climbed on top of me and kissed me again hard, pressing me back against the surface.

I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back hungrily and bent my knees cradling him between my thighs. His erection pressed against my throbbing center and I arched into him desperate to have him inside.

He kissed down to my neck and reached between us freeing his cock. And pushing aside my panties he surged inside.

A wave of electricity went through me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I arched into him moaning my pleasure.

He started to move inside me, setting a quick pace, thrusting into me hard and deep. “Look at me Liz,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes and his golden gaze held mine. “I want you to see who’s fucking you,” he growled as he continued to surge into me. He withdrew almost all the way and slammed back inside. “I want you to see who’s making you moan with pleasure, who’s making you cum.”

I held his eyes. “I know,” I assured him breathlessly.

“Say it,” he growled increasing his pace. “Say my name.”

I dug my fingers into his back raising my hips to meet his thrusts as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. “Zan,” I gasped, still holding his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he snarled.

“Yes Zan,” I said, my breath coming in pants. “I’m yours.”

The corner of his mouth lifted and he surged into me again. His hand slid down my body going directly for my clit, and he rubbed it in hard, fast circles making me come immediately.

The orgasm caught me by surprise and my whole body tightened. I felt my inner muscles powerfully contracting around Zan’s hard length and he came with a groan.

He continued to hold my eyes for long minutes as the waves of pleasure washed through us. Gently he stroked my cheek and smoothed the hair off my face. He kissed my forehead and pulled back to meet my eyes again. His warm amber gaze seemed to be searching for something in my eyes.

“I don’t want to fight with you baby,” he said softly. “Come home with me.”

I could see the tension in his face even in the dim light. He was worried I wouldn’t go with him. I touched his face. “I’m not mad at you.”

Zan raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Okay,” I agreed with a smile, “I’m a little mad, but I don’t want to fight either. I want to go home.”

Zan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine, releasing a deep sigh of relief. After a moment he cupped my head and kissed me so sweetly that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

He helped me fix my clothes and hair and checked the hallway to make sure we wouldn’t be seen emerging from the closet. We walked home slowly and Zan kept his arm around me, holding me tightly against his side. I could feel the tension vibrating through him.

When we reached the loft he seemed to relax a little, but it was easy to see that he was still worried about something. He held the door open allowing me to enter first, and closed and locked it behind him, but he didn’t move farther into the room.

I wasn’t sure what was wrong and I was still somewhat angry because of his words, but I met his eyes. “So, our first fight.”

He raked a hand through his hair. “I won’t lose you angel, especially not because of some preppy asshole.”

I suddenly realized that Zan was jealous of Tom and some of my anger evaporated. I should have suspected something was wrong because of his actions the last few days, the continual touching, the urgent lovemaking. I shook my head. “I...”

“I won’t let you leave me because of a stupid argument,” he growled. “I’ll fight for you any way I have to.”

I smiled. “By seducing me in a supply closet?”

He nodded. “By reminding you how much you want me, and how much pleasure I can give you.” His eyes seemed to glow with intensity. “By reminding you that you love me. And I love you Liz, so much.”

I held his eyes. “I want you Zan, all the time. And I love you too.”

“I know,” he said arrogantly. “I just wanted to remind you.”

Suddenly I realized that Zan was blocking my exit.

“Zan,” I said softly, moving toward him. I noticed that his body seemed to tighten but I went to him, put my hands on his shoulders and looked up to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t leaving you.”

He looked at me warily. “You were walking away from me.”

“I just didn’t want to fight with you, so I was taking a walk to give us both time to cool down. But I was coming back.” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t leave you because of an argument. I love you Zan, don’t you believe that?”

He nodded. “Of course. I know you love me.” He touched my face, caressing my cheek. “But you’re so young. I’m your first lover, your first love. The connection between us happened so fast and I wanted you so much that I rushed you into moving in with me. And I’m not exactly conventional, certainly not the type of guy you pictured yourself with. It’s natural for you to have doubts, to wonder if you made the right choice being with me, especially when things aren’t perfect.”

I clasped his hand that was touching my cheek and turned to kiss his palm before meeting his eyes again. “Zan I don’t expect things to be perfect, and I don’t feel rushed or uncertain, I feel lucky. I love you for who you are. I wanted to be with you and I’ve found more with you than I ever imagined existed.”

He released a deep breath. “I’m sorry Liz. I’ve been acting crazy.” He shook his head. “But with that Tom guy trying to seal you away, I’ve been so jealous and angry.”

“Zan I don’t want to be with Tom,” I assured him. “He can’t steal me unless I want to be stolen.”

Zan nodded. “I know you don’t want to be with him, that never even entered my mind,” he assured me. “But he wants you and he was spending so much time with you. I kept seeing him touch you, and it was driving me crazy thinking about what else he was doing. Today I heard him ask you out and then you told me he was in your discussion group, I just lost it.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you, but I don’t want you near him. I’m just trying to protect you baby.”

I smiled, my anger now completely gone. “So you protect me by seducing me?”

Zan groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I feel so guilty about that, about making you miss your class. I was just so insanely jealous. I thought if I showed Tom that you belonged to me he would leave you alone.”

I shook my head. “So all the touching, the lovemaking was just about showing Tom?” I asked. “You didn’t really want me?”

“Of course I wanted you,” Zan said fiercely, cupping my head with both hands. “I always want you and the circumstances made me want you even more.”

I held his eyes as I took a step closer to him, using my hand to slowly trace a path down his chest. “So you wanted me, and I wanted you, and we had some amazing sex that gave us both a lot of pleasure.” I smiled. “I don’t see a problem.”

The surprise on Zan’s face was so evident that I almost laughed.

But his surprise quickly turned to regret. “No angel, the problem is that I shouldn’t have been treating you like that. I shouldn’t have been touching you so intimately in front of him. I wanted him to know we were lovers and I got carried away.” He shook his head. “There’s touching, and then there’s the type of touching that only people who are lovers do. That’s how I touched you.”

“I like you touching me,” I assured him. “I like how possessive you are. It makes me feel wanted and loved and so happy that you want everyone to know that we’re together.” I looked down, a little embarrassed about my next confession. “And I have to admit that I’ve done it myself.”

Zan tilted my face up to meet his eyes. “You’ve done what angel?” he asked with a soft smile.

I smiled shyly. “I’ve gotten jealous of other women looking at you when we’re out, and I I’ve touched you like a lover to show them we were together.”

Zan’s smile lit his face. “You have?”

I nodded.

His smile widened. “I like that you get jealous and territorial about me Liz. I like it a lot.”

I nodded. “So I can understand that you don’t want Tom around me, and I forgive you for ordering me to change classes. But after that confrontation in the hall I doubt he’ll be speaking to me again. Even if he does I certainly won’t be nice to him now that I know what a jerk he is.”

“I still want you to change classes,” Zan said. “I don’t like that guy anywhere near you but I think you’re right and he finally got the message.” He groaned. “But that wasn’t the worst thing I did baby. I seduced you into coming home with me and I made you miss your class,” he admitted. “That was really wrong.”

I shook my head. “It was just a discussion group Zan, it’s not a big deal. And I had already made the decision not to go back to class when I agreed to leave campus with you."

I did laugh then at his surprised expression. “Besides,” I said, “I could have resisted you if I really wanted to.”

Zan’s eyebrows rose and a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “You think so?” he asked. With a feather’s touch he brushed his knuckles over my breasts. “Well, we could test that theory,” he rumbled, a cocky smile lifting one side of his mouth.

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks as I smiled. After our earlier encounter in the supply closet I wasn’t actually sure that I could resist him, and it really didn’t matter because I had no intension of stopping him.

He held my eyes and I could see his desire burning brightly, but it was tempered with uncertainty. “So we’re okay angel?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair. “You’re not mad?”

I shook my head. “Just talk to me next time before it gets so out of control.”

Stepping closer to me, bringing our bodies together, he slipped his arm around my waist as he nuzzled my neck. “There is one good thing about arguing,” he rumbled near my ear.

I shivered against him as his hot breath brushed my neck. “What’s that?” I asked breathily.

He kissed my neck and I could feel his smile against my skin. “Make-up sex.”

A smile crossed my own face as I wrapped my arms around him and whispered near his ear. “I like the sound of that.” I kissed his cheek. “By the way, when we were in the supply closet did you notice which underwear I have on?” I asked teasingly.

Zan drew back with surprise and looked into my eyes shaking his head. “No.”

I took hold of his shirt with both hands and pulled as I walked backwards toward the bedroom. “Don’t you want to find out?”

But we didn’t make it to the bedroom. Zan pushed me back against the wall, thrusting an aggressive knee between my legs. With a growl he ripped my shirt apart, sending the buttons popping off.

His hands went immediately to my breasts. “Baby you wore the black mesh,” he groaned. He dipped his head, sucking one peak briefly into his mouth, licking my skin through the material. A moan of pleasure escaped me and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

He placed a line of wet, open-mouth kisses across my chest and up to my neck, stroking my hard nipples with his thumbs he ground his erection against me. “Did you think of me today?” he whispered near my ear.

I shivered against him as desire ripped through my body. “I’ve been wet for you all day.”

His teeth slid over my earlobe. “Have you angel?”

“All day,” I gasped.

I felt his hot breath on my neck again an instant before his mouth touched me. His hands left my breasts and skimmed down my sides. “Did you wear the panties that go with that bra?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I said breathily.

His hands reached the bottom of my skirt and slid underneath. “Then I know what I’m going to find under here,” he growled. He reached around, caressing up the back of my thighs, cupping my bare butt. “Baby, if I knew you were wearing a thong…” He trailed off with a growl as he squeezed my ass, pulling me closer and attacking my neck in earnest.

“Zan,” I gasped.



I wanted Liz badly. My stomach still fluttered with the nervous butterflies I had acquired when I thought Liz was leaving me. I felt an almost overwhelming need to take her quickly and claim her to reassure myself that she was mine.

Our mouths crashed together and I squeezed Liz’s bare ass with one hand as I reached between us freeing my cock. I couldn’t even wait to go the few feet into the bedroom and gripped Liz’s hips, lifting her against the wall. She gasped with surprise at the unexpected move and I growled as I plunged into her. Liz cried out with pleasure and instantly wrapped her legs around me, her small hands grasping my shoulders.

I knew neither of us was in the mood for slow and I immediately set a quick pace, thrusting into her tight pussy hard and fast. I held her against the wall, surging up into her, filling her again and again. Liz’s breath came faster and faster and her hips thrust to meet mine. Her small sounds of pleasure were driving me wild and I wanted more. I wanted, needed to make her cum.

I buried my head against her shoulder and increased my pace, pushing into her with all my strength. I groaned with the effort, every muscle in my body working, straining to bring her to completion. Suddenly Liz’s body arched and her tight passage started to flutter against me, but I didn’t slow my pace, pumping into her fast and hard, over and over until she exploded.

I paused in my rhythm as her wet heat clenched my still hard cock. But it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to make Liz cum again, a mind-numbing, explosive orgasm that she would feel all the way through her body and never forget.

I barely allowed Liz a moment to catch her breath before I pulled out of her and lowered us to the floor. With a single motion I ripped her panties off and then covered her with my body. Liz’s hips arched into me aligning her soaking pussy with my cock. I groaned as she rubbed against me, her slick folds parting easily to draw me in and I surged back inside. Liz wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper.

“Oh baby,” I growled, “you take me so fucking deep.”

“Zan,” she gasped, “I want all of you inside.”

I pulled out and surged into her, slamming our lower bodies together, enjoying the sound of skin hitting skin. Liz was oversensitized because of the other orgasms, her whole body shaking with pleasure. Her hands tightened on my back, trying to pull me even closer.

I felt a rush of satisfaction knowing Liz was mine, reveling in her uninhibited response to me. Her sweet pussy was so hot and wet and I groaned with the incredible sensation of being inside her. I surged into her hard, each of my thrusts moving her body across the rug.

I wrapped my arms around her grasping her shoulders to hold her to me and give me even more traction. I felt the need to mark her, to imprint her body with my own and I pumped into her even harder. But I didn’t want to hurt her and I watched her reactions closely.

Liz gasped her pleasure with each of my powerful surges. I could feel the electricity rushing through her causing her body to jerk and her head to thrash from side to side as her fingernails scoured my back. And with just a few more thrusts her tight passage started to flutter around me.

“Fuck baby,” I groaned. “So good, so fucking good!”

“Oh Zan yes!” she gasped.

I love hearing my name on her lips when she cums and I pumped into her as hard as I could, again and again. Her whole body tightened and she arched up digging her short nails into me. Her breath came in harsh pants and I increased my pace even more, knowing she was on the precipice.

I pistoned into her again and again, burying myself to the hilt with each powerful stroke. Liz whimpered with each of my movements in and out, her sounds of pleasure encouraging me to an even greater speed. I grasped her tighter, growling with my exertions and a few more surges sent her over the edge.

She arched into me, crying out her completion. “Zan!”

Her pussy squeezed my cock powerfully and I thrust into her a final time, burying myself deep as I climaxed. “Liz!” I groaned.

I collapsed onto her, loving the feeling of her soft body beneath me, around me. Her inner muscles pulsed around my cock to the time of her rapidly beating heart. I could feel the surges of electricity continuing through her body as the orgasm rushed through her and I smiled with satisfaction knowing I had given her so much pleasure.

I stayed inside her, not wanting to break the connection yet, and held her eyes silently as I caressed her cheek with my thumb. Gradually her breathing slowed and her body calmed as she came down from the powerful release. I placed soft kisses on her forehead, her nose, each eyelid and cheek, savoring the closeness.

Liz touched my face. “I love you Zan,” she said fiercely. “I love you so much. You make me feel so safe and sexy and beautiful and loved. I’m yours completely and I’ll never leave you.”

I knew all of that but I loved hearing it. “I love you,” I said softly. I kissed her tenderly, putting all of my love into it and then drew back to meet her eyes. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me. You belong to me angel and I’ll never let you go.”

Liz smiled at my arrogant statement and I kissed her again harder. “My angel.”


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