Cough Syrup

Chapter 17: New Boyfriend

"Well," Zach said from the kitchen. "Did you enjoy dinner?" He was moving around a few things in the fridge to make room for our leftovers, and when he finished closed the door and turned around to look at me, sitting in the living room.

"Yeah," I smiled wide, "it was lots of fun."

Zach nodded, "especially since I got a girlfriend out of the deal." He winked at me, causing heat to rise to my face. "You know, it's funny that we just started dating and already I've moved in, and we've slept together." There was a loud chuckle from him as he moved to sit next to me on the sofa.

I shrugged. "I mean we've slept together, but we haven't slept together." I said embarrassed.

Zach thought for a while before doing anything. Instead of making a sly comment about sleeping together in the future, he leaned over and pulled me into his chest. My heart beat inside of me like it was desperate to escape, and my arms instinctually wrapped around him. "Thank you." He murmured low into my ear. I tried to say "you're welcome," but I discovered that no words would come out. I decided I would let my lips speak for me.

My hands found their way from his back to his stomach, slid slowly up his chest tracing every firm muscle, and arrived at his neck. My fingers outlined his collarbone than wove into each other behind his head, locking my arms around his upper body. Gently, I moved him closer to me until our noses touched. His eyes dropped closed and he sighed softly against my cheek, his breath hot and inviting. The warmth of him sent chills down my spine and made me realize how cold I suddenly seemed in comparison to him, and how much I needed him to warm me. My lips grazed his, lingering so that our mouths barley touched, but still were connected in the slightest sense. The movement hung for a couple of seconds before Zach drew me closer and gave me a deep, full kiss. His hands gripped me tightly, and somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach it felt like a fire had started. Every inch of me grew hot and hungry and spread to my every extremity like a plague. My mind stopped working and something else I hadn't felt but that morning on the couch took over, something dangerous and risky.

Zach's tongue slid against my lips, and I parted my mouth to deepen the intimacy. His fingers dug into my hips, my hands tangled in his hair, and the next thing I knew I was straddling him as he sat back on the couch. A flash of embarrassment threatened to break through me, but my body was far too hungry to give it the time of day. Zach nipped my lower lip, pulling a soft moan from me in pleasure. My moan made him tense and he stopped kissing me momentarily. Before I could ask what was wrong, Zach had moved me down onto the couch laying on my back, he was on top of me now, and we were kissing again. This time his lips left mine and trailed to my cheek, than neck, and to my collarbone. "Look what you do to me Eden," he groaned. His voice was as desperately hungry as my body felt. His teeth nipped my collar bone and I squirmed in delight. The fire inside of me turned to electricity and pricked my skin under every place Zach touched.

He groaned again, deep and slow, at my movement. His hands curled into fists on either side of my head and he breathed deeply. "You make it so hard to hold back." He growled at himself from on top of me.

"So don't." I whispered to him.

He didn't.

He laid over me, propping himself up on his elbows, and kissed the fullness of my breasts. His lips were hot and wet as he trailed his way along my cleavage and made me make sounds I had never made in my life. His lower half pressed against me, spreading my legs so his were under mine, and I could feel him. Every inch of him. Slowly, he began to barley move. The small up and down movements of his hips were enough to make me grab at his shirt and desperately pull it from him. In seconds he was topless, and his hair was ruffled in the messiest, sexiest way, and his eyes were wild with passion. His hands gripped the hem of my own shirt and pulled it over my head, I raised my arms to let him undress me.

Oh god, this is it.

Zach's hands went lower, to my zipper, and he slid my shorts off and repeated the same process with his own. He stood up to kick his shorts aside and looked down at me. He stared, and I was finally beginning to become embarrassed.

"What..?" I asked, passing my arms over my body. Was this not what he expected?

"My god, Eden, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life." And by the way he looked into me, deep into me. I knew this was no lie. No refusing his compliment, no objecting his word, no disclaiming myself. The look he gave me was like he was staring at a goddess, and I had never thought I would see that look so long as I lived.

I stood up, and eyed him carefully, taking in that look. Than I kissed him. I could live like this for all of eternity.