Cough Syrup

Chapter 18: More

Zach scooped me up into his arms and started to carry me away from the couch.

"What are you doing?" I asked, still red in the cheeks from both of our near-nudity.

"Moving this to your room." Zach smiled gently. He laid me down on the bed, and my arms fell open readily. "Eden, are you sure this is what you want?" Zach asked looking down at me. I nodded. I was positive. Zach crawled over me on the bed, and took in my body with his eyes one more time. "You can tell me if you change your mind. At any second. Just say the word," I nodded again, the words stuck in my throat like before. "I'm going to go slow, alright?"

"Alright." I managed with a smile.

Zach slowly moved down my body, and his breath spilled over my delicate skin just above the line of my underwear. His eyes glanced up at me quickly to make sure I hadn't gotten cold feet, and when he was sure he took the band in between his teeth. His hands rested back on my hips, in a more gentle way than before, and the tugged softly, sliding them down my thighs and off of me. One of his hands stayed in place and his other reached underneath me and unclasped my bra. I felt the cold air of the room on every part of my body. I felt naked. Exposed. But I also felt loved.

I gingerly reached for the line of Zach's boxers, and started to clumsily tug them down. My hands moved in jerky spurts and I found I couldn't pull them down any further. How the fuck was he so graceful in undressing me? Zach chuckled, than tossed his boxers to the side where they planted themselves somewhere on the floor. Gently his hands laid me back again, and ever so slowly parted my legs. He touched me in a place that sent hot butterflies all over me and made moans pour from my lips. His head lowered, and before I could protest in embarrassment his lips met me. A kiss. A lick. His tongue was massaging me, making me squirm and moan his name softly. He continued faster still, and his eyes filled with lust. One of his fingers entered my body, two, three. I could feel him moving inside of me, stroking my sweet spot. The butterflies collected at my clit, and burst throughout my body in a release like a breaking dam. A flood of ecstasy washed over me as I moaned Zach's name louder than I thought possible.

Zach moaned with me, and turned me over so I was on my hands and knees. He looked at me in question, and I nodded in approval; my head still fuzzy. He gripped me tightly, and groaned. "This might hurt honey," he said, restraining himself.

"I know." I said softly, my voice was gentle and coaxing, hopefully letting him know I really didn't mind. I let my head drop and my eyes close, and than I felt it. He pressed against me, firm and hot. And slowly he entered. A cry escaped me, one laced with painful pleasure, and he slowly began to thrust. His shaft was long and thick and with every movement he made I felt like I was melting. Moan after moan filled the air, mixed with his, mixing with mine. Zach thrusted into me faster, harder. I could feel him hitting my back wall, and with every touch of it hot searing pleasure ripped through me so much it made my arms collapse. My face buried into the bed, and my arms lay motionless. My hips began to move with Zach's as we danced together, and a loud groan escaped Zach's lips minutes later. His fingers dug at my skin, his lower half pressed as far into me as he could possibly go, and we both held still as I felt a warm wetness spill into me. Slowly, Zach pulled out, and I felt it drip down between my legs, onto my stomach, and end on the bed. I collapsed onto my back as Zach wrapped his arms around me and we panted heavily together. I watched his chest rise and fall as I curled against him. I moved so his arm was under my neck and I was on his left side, facing him, with half of my body on top of his. The sunset was making my bedroom glow a sparking shade of gold, and I felt the tug of exhaustion ebbing at me. Just as my eyes stopped fighting to stay open, I heard Zach's soft words.

"I love you, Eden."

My heart stopped. Love? We just started dating.

"I have loved you since the day I met you, you made me fall for you, E, I don't want to pretend I don't feel it anymore. I don't want to have to desperately look for other girls to replace you, or make me feel stronger than I do for you, because it's not possible. I love you. And I always will."

What could I say? All I had left was to pretend I had already fallen asleep.