American Pyramid

Spooky Date Night

Victoria

Reading the gossip threads about Zak and I were slowly becoming one of my favorite past times, except now, Zak was reading them along with me as we lay in our bed, cooling off after a long intimate session that had taken place over the course of a couple of hours. 

Let's just say that apparently, I drive Zak crazy when I wear a skirt and heels in front of him, and I believed him because the entire time we were at the haunted hayride, his hand was on my leg the entire time we were sitting down. "Annabelle" was a great movie, and I loved how I could cling to his arm when a part of the movie would scare me. 

After the movie, we went to a haunted hayride that also had a haunted house at the end of it as well as a pumpkin patch before we left. 

The plan was to carve these pumpkins once we got back, but we both couldn't take the sexual tension anymore. I had been turned on since we left, my heart thudding with every gentle touch along my skin while we were out, his cologne that drew me in like a moth to the flame. 

And apparently, me wearing a cute skirt was enough to keep him fighting a boner all night. 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Mhm." He nodded. 

"What're you hungry for?" 

"Something that you have between those sexy legs of yours." 

"You're not exhausted by now after those two hours?" I blushed. 

"No, ma'am," He shook his head. "You don't know just how good you taste." He slowly moved to where he was on top of me, taking the sucker from my mouth and putting it in his. "Just as sweet as this sucker." 

"Hm, is that right?" 

"Absolutely," He grumbled into my neck, his arm stabilizing above my head while his free hand gently cupped my breast, his hardening length pressing against my inner thigh. It was well past midnight, and after our two-hour session earlier, I was fatigued after our long day, but he still kept me in the mood. "Do you want to?" 

"I always want to, babe." 

"I'm just asking," He chuckled. "I don't want you to think I'm pushy about this, but you have driven me crazy all damn day in that skirt and how you cling onto me when we're in public." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. You clinging on me knowing you could easily defend yourself if I'm not around, yet you choose me to protect you even though I always will. Clinging onto me like I'm your trophy. It drives me up a wall," He explained, groaning with desire. "When you're away from me, you are this freight train of independence, but when you're with me, you're so soft and look to me for protection." 

"Oh, so you like when I'm submissive?" I teased. 

"In a way, yes, but not in the way you're thinking. I like when you're soft around me, but I love how independent you are. When you're "submissive," you baby me and touch me like I'm like glass, and I love it. I've been so used to being dominant all the time and have never felt like someone took care of me, and you do it without you having to. It's hard to explain." 

"I get it," I nodded. "I know what you mean. I've been so used to being independent and not feeling like I can embrace my feminine energy, but when you and I got together, I've been able to let that wall down." 

"You're perfect. Do you understand that?" 

"I'll never be perfect, Zak." 

"Nobody is, but you're perfect for me." He kissed my jaw, his hips relaxing into mine, his length almost completely sheathing inside of me without having to use his hand. My nails dug into the thick muscle of his back, gasping when he finally pushed himself inside of me. "Fuck!" He groaned. 

"Oh, my God!" 

"You feel so fucking good, you know that?" 

I couldn't help but moan in response, especially when he sat back on his knees, running his hands under my hips to angle them upward, hitting a deep spot inside of me that I didn't even know was there. I could barely see his face as our room was dark, the only light being from the streetlamps outside and the soft hallway lights. My legs tightened around his hips when his thumb traced my clit while his other hand gripped my hip. "Give me another one, sweetie." He coaxed. 

"R-Right there - please!" 

His thrusts grew harder, and his groans were so enticing, leading me to squeeze around him unknowingly. He refrained from releasing his full power on me, and a part of me was disappointed that he didn't, but we had been going at it since we got back, so the other part of me was glad he didn't get rougher with me because I was sore and tender. 

When he stilled and merely hissed with pleasure, it was then that I realized that he didn't put on a condom... and the immense warmth I felt inside of me confirmed that theory. 

And I had ended my period fourteen days ago, meaning that I was in my peak fertile window since I had short periods.... 

He didn't come to the realization until he pumped lazily after his high, peppering the base of my neck with kisses, yet I couldn't help but run my fingers through his hair and not say a damn thing yet. 

It was when he removed himself to go to the bathroom to get a warm rag for me when he realized. 

"Oh, fuck."