Re: Winter's Chill (UC,L/Z,Adult) chpt 6 3/6/15
Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 11:20 am
Eve
Sarah
AlysLuv
Evans3
debbyin
flyawayraven
Carolyn
thank you so much for your fb, so appreciate it.
Chapter six
Sighing breathlessly Liz let her hands fall to her side while Zan continued his fevered assault making good on his promise.
She was forgetting, letting go, of everything.
It was true, Ben was the farthest thing from her mind in that moment, most everything was except the way Zan’s hands felt on her skin.
In the back of her mind she knew this was wrong in so many ways, but for once in her life she didn’t care about consequences or regrets.
Gasping loudly as he replaced his hands with his mouth she boldly found herself clutching the back of his head pushing him closer to her breast.
Knowing this was far outside the realm of her live by the rules, straight laced personality, he growled against her skin loving that he was the one to bring this side of her out to play.
Glancing up at her as he lavished her hard peak with his firm tongue smirking against her skin, it seems that alcohol wasn’t the only thing that made Liz come alive.
Zan stared at her through slitted dark eyes as she threw her head back now threading her fingers with both hands through his thick unruly hair.
With a mixture of booze and lust rushing through his veins he felt numb to the past that had been like a weight upon his shoulders, this is what he needed, she would help him forget, she was the salvation he was looking for all along.
As his mouth lavished one breast, his fingers pulled and flicked her other nipple causing her to release his hair to dig her nails into his forearms as an unexpected orgasm began to quickly build.
Surprised at just how responsive she was it only drove him further, his single goal to please her, to make her come apart without even touching her between those precious thighs.
Breathless, Liz’s body froze, her hands fell to her side, she was giving in to him, all fight had left her as her body silently begged for more.
Arching her back, her top slid further down her spine, the sleeves hanging loose at her elbows, barely hanging on.
The sight of her panting wildly, shivering vigorously, completely under his control, was almost enough to drive him to the edge himself but he was determined to hold back.
Switching breasts he lapped quickly with short firm strokes upon her quivering nipple while groaning his encouragement.
“Stop fighting it.”
As close as she was she was unconvinced that she could come this way, she slipped her hand beneath the waist of her pj bottoms only to have it pulled away abruptly.
“Don’t even think about it.”
For some reason beyond her conscious thought she obeyed him, it was against everything she was, and yet still she mindlessly listened to his demand.
Swallowing thickly as his gruff voice vibrating against her wet flesh she bucked the air, her fingers digging into hard plaster as uncontrollable tiny thrusts searched for the pressure to give her the release she needed.
“Please… “
She didn’t even recognize her own voice as she begged him to touch her. “Zan, I need to … “
“I know what you need.”
Her long curved braid slipped between her breasts as stray chocolate pieces of her tresses fell over her flushed cheeks, past her parted lips, blowing tiny strands outward with each puff of air.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, I bet you’re even more beautiful when you come. Show me… show me what you look like when you come Liz.”
Panting harshly she began to convulse crying out loudly as she covered her face trying to hide her embarrassment.
Her uncontrollable whimpers and moans shook the dense air between them as his unbearably hard cock twitched with anticipation of being buried deep inside her.
Bringing his mouth to her ear he quickly released the buckle of his belt, the sound of metal slipping through leather caused a wave of chills to rush over her flushed skin.
She pressed her forearm harder across her eyes squeezing her fist tight as her body continued to quake and gush between her thighs.
“Don’t bother, you’re wasting your time, you can’t hide from me. I see right through you. I know what you want, what your body needs, who you really are.”
Grazing his fingers lazily between her breasts, down her body, skimming over her trembling stomach, beneath her panties he hissed as he cupped her pulsating pussy.
“Ahh… “ her voice broke at the slightest touch of his hand, thrusting her body forward against his expansive chest as her knees buckled.
Gliding his fingers over her again and again he began to tease the tip of her clit as she buried her face inside the nook of his neck.
With arrogant confidence he took his time, strumming her slowly as if knowing exactly how to get her there, purposely holding off until she could take no more.
Her eyes flew open wide as he curved his other hand around her bare hip to cup her cheek ghosting the pads of his fingers in places no man had dared touched her before.
Her vision blurred flying up to the ceiling unexpectedly catching a glimpse of the pictures taped to the ceiling, it was then that she remembered.
Pushing him hard against his chest he stumbled back off balanced shocked by her sudden change of heart.
“I-I’m sorry, I can, we can’t… this is happening for the wrong reasons, we barely know each other.”
Chest heaving, breathless, his impressive erection standing at attention he cocked his head to the side suspiciously.
Sliding the tip of his finger along his bottom lip, his eyes briefly slid shut humming his approval of the taste of her on along his tongue.
“I beg to differ with you Liz, I think I know you better than most, dare I say more than Ben ever has.”
Nudging her shirt back over her shoulders she brushed her hair from her face struggling to catch her breath.
“You’re disgusting.”
Sitting on the bed he leaned back unashamed of his hard cock pressing against his boxers.
“Funny you didn’t think so thirty seconds ago, and I have the nail marks on my arm to prove it.”
Fumbling with the buttons on her shirt she backed out of the room repulsed by his vulgar ego.
Practically falling over her feet she made it to her bedroom, locking the door behind her before searching for the picture of him and Katie that she had hid beneath the waist of her pj bottoms.
To her great relief it had slipped down behind her leg but it was still there.
Collapsing on her bed she pulled out her laptop, researching both their names watching with wide eyes as the article about the car accident quickly appeared.
Tragedy occurred last night in the sleepy town of Saco Maine when two teenagers were involved in a deadly car accident coming home from their senior Prom. Alexander Evans, the driver, suffered a broken arm and extensive glass lacerations to his shoulder and back, while his girlfriend of three years, Katherine McCarthy, was pronounced dead on the scene from massive head injuries. Investigation of the accident is still ongoing, while services are being arranged for Miss. McCarthy at Mason’s funeral home on main street, details to follow ….
Clicking on another article from a different newspaper Liz couldn't read through the words fast enough.
A devastated, visibly shaken, seventeen year old, Alexander Evans was unable to hold back tears as he appeared before the court today to face charges of involuntary manslaughter in the February 13th car accident involving the death of his long time girlfriend Katherine McCarthy. Although Evans blood alcohol level was well below the legal limit, his under age status leaves him in the eyes of the state accountable for the death of Miss. McCarthy. In a surprise turn of events the honorable Judge Wallace Masters gave Mr. Evans the choice between six years in the state penitentiary or four years in the United States Marines.
Suddenly the tragic, youthful picture that she had been mesmerized by downstairs of him in his uniform finally made sense.
Mr. Evans who will turn eighteen in one month will report to Parris Island in sixty days to the dismay of many people living in his hometown, as well as Katherine’s family, who are in an uproar that Evans will not be serving any prison time. Evans own parents were absent from the hearing due to severe harassment surrounding their son’s trail. Along with Alexander, who was once a thriving student, and noted athlete, he now lives under constant scrutiny, even going as far as receiving several anonymous death threats. Alexander and his family have been living in near seclusion ever since the unfortunate accident nearly three months ago.
It was all beginning to make sense, but somehow Liz knew this was only the beginning, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what four years in Afghanistan could have done to someone who was already severely traumatized.
Liz did know one thing for sure, as much as she wanted him, as strongly as she felt connected to him, the demons that plagued him were far too dark for her to handle.
It was clear by his unstable behavior, not to mention his drinking, that he had severe problems that were beyond her help.
She traveled halfway across the country to start over, to get away from the drama that threatened to destroy her, as selfish as she felt she couldn’t get herself involved in his life.
Still considering everything, as she looked down at the crinkled picture, she couldn’t kick him out with no where to go.
As aggressive as he was, he didn’t act alone in that room, she wanted him, it was an attraction like nothing she had ever experienced before. He wasn’t to blame, they both needed to forget, to find comfort in one another, but it wasn't right, and she knew it wouldn't lead to a healthy relationship, which is what she wanted.
She knew she had to take responsibility for her part in what happened, and to also make sure that nothing like that would ever happen again.
Grabbing a legal pad from her suitcase she began to write a note to him that she would leave on the kitchen table after she left for her job interview the next morning.
After that it would be his choice to stay or go, at least now her conscious would be clean, rules would be set, and she could move on to the life she intended to have.
Zan,
While I take full responsibility for what occurred last night, I feel it would be better if we remained friends. I want you to feel free to stay until you can find other arrangements. I will be packing up everything that your family has left behind in boxes, with the exception of your room. Please forgive my intrusion last night, you have my word it will not happen again. The aforementioned boxes will be temporarily stored in the basement. Please take what you need, the rest will be donated to goodwill at the end of the month. If possible inform me of any progress you make in finding a new place to stay. Thank you for your cooperation.
Liz
Sarah
AlysLuv
Evans3
debbyin
flyawayraven
Carolyn
thank you so much for your fb, so appreciate it.
Chapter six
Sighing breathlessly Liz let her hands fall to her side while Zan continued his fevered assault making good on his promise.
She was forgetting, letting go, of everything.
It was true, Ben was the farthest thing from her mind in that moment, most everything was except the way Zan’s hands felt on her skin.
In the back of her mind she knew this was wrong in so many ways, but for once in her life she didn’t care about consequences or regrets.
Gasping loudly as he replaced his hands with his mouth she boldly found herself clutching the back of his head pushing him closer to her breast.
Knowing this was far outside the realm of her live by the rules, straight laced personality, he growled against her skin loving that he was the one to bring this side of her out to play.
Glancing up at her as he lavished her hard peak with his firm tongue smirking against her skin, it seems that alcohol wasn’t the only thing that made Liz come alive.
Zan stared at her through slitted dark eyes as she threw her head back now threading her fingers with both hands through his thick unruly hair.
With a mixture of booze and lust rushing through his veins he felt numb to the past that had been like a weight upon his shoulders, this is what he needed, she would help him forget, she was the salvation he was looking for all along.
As his mouth lavished one breast, his fingers pulled and flicked her other nipple causing her to release his hair to dig her nails into his forearms as an unexpected orgasm began to quickly build.
Surprised at just how responsive she was it only drove him further, his single goal to please her, to make her come apart without even touching her between those precious thighs.
Breathless, Liz’s body froze, her hands fell to her side, she was giving in to him, all fight had left her as her body silently begged for more.
Arching her back, her top slid further down her spine, the sleeves hanging loose at her elbows, barely hanging on.
The sight of her panting wildly, shivering vigorously, completely under his control, was almost enough to drive him to the edge himself but he was determined to hold back.
Switching breasts he lapped quickly with short firm strokes upon her quivering nipple while groaning his encouragement.
“Stop fighting it.”
As close as she was she was unconvinced that she could come this way, she slipped her hand beneath the waist of her pj bottoms only to have it pulled away abruptly.
“Don’t even think about it.”
For some reason beyond her conscious thought she obeyed him, it was against everything she was, and yet still she mindlessly listened to his demand.
Swallowing thickly as his gruff voice vibrating against her wet flesh she bucked the air, her fingers digging into hard plaster as uncontrollable tiny thrusts searched for the pressure to give her the release she needed.
“Please… “
She didn’t even recognize her own voice as she begged him to touch her. “Zan, I need to … “
“I know what you need.”
Her long curved braid slipped between her breasts as stray chocolate pieces of her tresses fell over her flushed cheeks, past her parted lips, blowing tiny strands outward with each puff of air.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, I bet you’re even more beautiful when you come. Show me… show me what you look like when you come Liz.”
Panting harshly she began to convulse crying out loudly as she covered her face trying to hide her embarrassment.
Her uncontrollable whimpers and moans shook the dense air between them as his unbearably hard cock twitched with anticipation of being buried deep inside her.
Bringing his mouth to her ear he quickly released the buckle of his belt, the sound of metal slipping through leather caused a wave of chills to rush over her flushed skin.
She pressed her forearm harder across her eyes squeezing her fist tight as her body continued to quake and gush between her thighs.
“Don’t bother, you’re wasting your time, you can’t hide from me. I see right through you. I know what you want, what your body needs, who you really are.”
Grazing his fingers lazily between her breasts, down her body, skimming over her trembling stomach, beneath her panties he hissed as he cupped her pulsating pussy.
“Ahh… “ her voice broke at the slightest touch of his hand, thrusting her body forward against his expansive chest as her knees buckled.
Gliding his fingers over her again and again he began to tease the tip of her clit as she buried her face inside the nook of his neck.
With arrogant confidence he took his time, strumming her slowly as if knowing exactly how to get her there, purposely holding off until she could take no more.
Her eyes flew open wide as he curved his other hand around her bare hip to cup her cheek ghosting the pads of his fingers in places no man had dared touched her before.
Her vision blurred flying up to the ceiling unexpectedly catching a glimpse of the pictures taped to the ceiling, it was then that she remembered.
Pushing him hard against his chest he stumbled back off balanced shocked by her sudden change of heart.
“I-I’m sorry, I can, we can’t… this is happening for the wrong reasons, we barely know each other.”
Chest heaving, breathless, his impressive erection standing at attention he cocked his head to the side suspiciously.
Sliding the tip of his finger along his bottom lip, his eyes briefly slid shut humming his approval of the taste of her on along his tongue.
“I beg to differ with you Liz, I think I know you better than most, dare I say more than Ben ever has.”
Nudging her shirt back over her shoulders she brushed her hair from her face struggling to catch her breath.
“You’re disgusting.”
Sitting on the bed he leaned back unashamed of his hard cock pressing against his boxers.
“Funny you didn’t think so thirty seconds ago, and I have the nail marks on my arm to prove it.”
Fumbling with the buttons on her shirt she backed out of the room repulsed by his vulgar ego.
Practically falling over her feet she made it to her bedroom, locking the door behind her before searching for the picture of him and Katie that she had hid beneath the waist of her pj bottoms.
To her great relief it had slipped down behind her leg but it was still there.
Collapsing on her bed she pulled out her laptop, researching both their names watching with wide eyes as the article about the car accident quickly appeared.
Tragedy occurred last night in the sleepy town of Saco Maine when two teenagers were involved in a deadly car accident coming home from their senior Prom. Alexander Evans, the driver, suffered a broken arm and extensive glass lacerations to his shoulder and back, while his girlfriend of three years, Katherine McCarthy, was pronounced dead on the scene from massive head injuries. Investigation of the accident is still ongoing, while services are being arranged for Miss. McCarthy at Mason’s funeral home on main street, details to follow ….
Clicking on another article from a different newspaper Liz couldn't read through the words fast enough.
A devastated, visibly shaken, seventeen year old, Alexander Evans was unable to hold back tears as he appeared before the court today to face charges of involuntary manslaughter in the February 13th car accident involving the death of his long time girlfriend Katherine McCarthy. Although Evans blood alcohol level was well below the legal limit, his under age status leaves him in the eyes of the state accountable for the death of Miss. McCarthy. In a surprise turn of events the honorable Judge Wallace Masters gave Mr. Evans the choice between six years in the state penitentiary or four years in the United States Marines.
Suddenly the tragic, youthful picture that she had been mesmerized by downstairs of him in his uniform finally made sense.
Mr. Evans who will turn eighteen in one month will report to Parris Island in sixty days to the dismay of many people living in his hometown, as well as Katherine’s family, who are in an uproar that Evans will not be serving any prison time. Evans own parents were absent from the hearing due to severe harassment surrounding their son’s trail. Along with Alexander, who was once a thriving student, and noted athlete, he now lives under constant scrutiny, even going as far as receiving several anonymous death threats. Alexander and his family have been living in near seclusion ever since the unfortunate accident nearly three months ago.
It was all beginning to make sense, but somehow Liz knew this was only the beginning, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what four years in Afghanistan could have done to someone who was already severely traumatized.
Liz did know one thing for sure, as much as she wanted him, as strongly as she felt connected to him, the demons that plagued him were far too dark for her to handle.
It was clear by his unstable behavior, not to mention his drinking, that he had severe problems that were beyond her help.
She traveled halfway across the country to start over, to get away from the drama that threatened to destroy her, as selfish as she felt she couldn’t get herself involved in his life.
Still considering everything, as she looked down at the crinkled picture, she couldn’t kick him out with no where to go.
As aggressive as he was, he didn’t act alone in that room, she wanted him, it was an attraction like nothing she had ever experienced before. He wasn’t to blame, they both needed to forget, to find comfort in one another, but it wasn't right, and she knew it wouldn't lead to a healthy relationship, which is what she wanted.
She knew she had to take responsibility for her part in what happened, and to also make sure that nothing like that would ever happen again.
Grabbing a legal pad from her suitcase she began to write a note to him that she would leave on the kitchen table after she left for her job interview the next morning.
After that it would be his choice to stay or go, at least now her conscious would be clean, rules would be set, and she could move on to the life she intended to have.
Zan,
While I take full responsibility for what occurred last night, I feel it would be better if we remained friends. I want you to feel free to stay until you can find other arrangements. I will be packing up everything that your family has left behind in boxes, with the exception of your room. Please forgive my intrusion last night, you have my word it will not happen again. The aforementioned boxes will be temporarily stored in the basement. Please take what you need, the rest will be donated to goodwill at the end of the month. If possible inform me of any progress you make in finding a new place to stay. Thank you for your cooperation.
Liz