Charity Night (english)

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Should I just get out? Actually, I should try to talk to him again or at least get him to react, right? So I clear my throat a little and hope he notices that I have to get out now, but that doesn't make him look up either.

"Can you tell me where we're going tomorrow so I know what clothes to choose?" I try this time. "Make sure you take a jacket with you. It could get windy." He says without lifting his eyes. I sigh in resignation and get out. Not even when I opened the car door did he allow himself to be distracted by his smartphone and I couldn't help wondering how I was going to cope with tomorrow's day in this icy mood. This situation just isn't for me and my emotions are crashing down on me once again.

Silent tears stream down my cheeks and I quickly try to turn away, but at that moment Zac lifts his head and looks me straight in the eyes. I turn feverishly towards the building and rush blindly inside. I'm about to rush into the elevator when I realize that I have no idea which floor is my floor, let alone my room. Can the day get any worse? I go to reception with tears in my eyes and ask the young woman where I have to go and whether my luggage has really arrived there yet. When she says yes, I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I don't have to worry about that anymore.

My room is just incredibly beautiful. It's quite high up and the view is simply breathtaking. My room is on the 14th floor and I can look out over Central Park. It is very tastefully decorated and the big bed is already calling to me, but first I need a warm shower and then something to eat. When I enter the bathroom I'm amazed. A large, white tub stands in front of a black and white striped wall and practically calls to me. That's exactly what I need right now. But first I call room service to finally satisfy my hunger. I order a bottle of wine and pasta. I feel like soul food now and ask for a portion of creme brulee for dessert. "Can you bring the food in an hour?" I ask as a precaution.

I throw my clothes on a chair and then go back to the bathroom, where the tub is already half full of warm water and vanilla-scented foam. I slowly climb in and slide into the pleasantly warm water, lean back and close my eyes. Slowly the worries of the day fall away and I try to relax. The quiet music that my cell phone plays helps me forget a little about what the last few weeks have done to my spiritual well-being.

I must have been lying in the tub for a while because suddenly there is a knock on the door and then I hear it opening. "Just put it down... I'm coming right away!" I shout and wait a moment until I grab the towel and wrap myself with it. I just let my wet hair fall over my shoulders and step into the bedroom.

I scream in horror and drop the towel. I stand in the doorway in a daze and look at Zac, who is standing next to the trolley. The shock is written all over his face too, but I also recognize something else. Is that longing and desire? Nobody says anything, but I bend down and try feverishly to hold the piece of material in front of my body so that the most important areas are covered.

His facial expressions alternate between amusement, uncertainty and desire and for a brief moment it looks like he's considering just running away. However, he immediately seems to change his mind and comes towards me with quick steps. "Screw it!" he says, more to himself than to me, and looks at me so hard that my knees go weak. His hands reach for my face, he tilts his head and places his indescribably soft lips on mine.

"Zac, what...?" I try to push him away, but he doesn't let me go. "Psssht...!" he whispers and then he presses his mouth against mine again. My God, how much I missed that! And yet I'm confused and not sure if this is a good thing. We still haven't talked. But he doesn't give me time to think about it any further and pulls me even closer to him. Wraps his arms around my body and I reflexively let go of the towel. Now all that separates us is his gray sweatpants and the thin, white T-shirt that suits him really well and shows off his muscles.

Suddenly his hands are everywhere. My body is on fire and I hold on to it so as not to collapse because my legs no longer want to obey me. He lifts me up with ease and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. Our kisses are demanding and passionate. It feels like I haven't had him this close to me in years, even though it was actually only a few days.

Zac slowly walks backwards and falls onto the bed. Now I'm sitting on him. Naked... and I can feel through the material how much he wants me. I can't make out whether the pulsation is coming from him or whether it's my core yearning for him so much, but it's probably both and this explosive mixture that I've missed so much.

His soft hands are all over my body and his scent intoxicates me so much that I feel like I'm losing my mind. "How could I push you away?" he mumbles against my neck as he places feather-light kisses there. This burst of passion is simply mind-numbing and we just can't get enough of each other. His long fingers slide over my bare breasts down to my mons pubis and gently stroke my pearl, which makes me let out a sound of rapture. They caress my bud again and again until he finally complies with my silent request and dives into me.

The moan that leaves my mouth almost doesn't sound human anymore and I'm sure I've made another sound like that. Startled, I put my hand over my mouth and feel the embarrassment rising on my face. Zachery takes my hands away from my face and spreads little caresses on them. "Don't hide, babe. You wouldn't believe how turned on it makes me to hear and see the reactions I trigger in you. We've stayed away from each other for far too long!" he whispers in a rough voice and I can only manage a stammering croak. "Please! I want you!"

He doesn't need to be told twice and easily turns us around so that I'm underneath him and between his legs. He pulls his shirt over his head with a quick movement of his hand and is already fiddling with his pants with his other hand. He doesn't even pull it down completely, but lets it hang in the back of his knees and positions himself so that the tip of his manhood is right in front of my entrance and lets it slide through the wetness and over my clitoris again and again. God, that feels good. His actions make me even more impatient and I try to turn so that he penetrates me directly.

"Patience, my beautiful one." He whispers and holds my hands above my head so that I can no longer move. He gives me a cheeky wink and then pushes himself into me with one thrust.

The sensations take me away and I can already see the abyss coming. His flowing movements are simply incredibly gentle and have nothing to do with our usually stormy sex. It's as if he wants to absorb everything so that he never forgets it.

After a few more thrusts, I can no longer hold back and completely surrender to the sensations that the orgasm brings. Our moans are so loud that I'm sure they can be heard in the adjacent rooms, but I can't stop myself and I can feel how it takes Zac too and he pours himself into me.

He lies on top of me, breathing heavily, and gently strokes my hair out of my face. "You are so beautiful!" he whispers to me and smiles his incredibly charming smile. I grin back sheepishly, feeling safe for the first time in a very long time. Why did I wait so long and keep pushing him away?

If only it could always be this beautiful!