That Night

Sofia's POV 

“How'd you like that Zack?" I asked, staring up at him as he rolled his eyes in pure ecstasy.

"So much that it makes me want to fuck the brains out of you, and when I do, I want you to remember that whatever man you're to get married to, I'm the only one you'll see in him," He muttered as he leaned closer, his hands trailing the curves of my body before he pulled off the shirt I was wearing, leaving the thin transparent bra I was wearing.

I felt a pool of sticky wetness in between my legs as he slowly licked his lips, his hands trailing my cleavages.

"Do you like it, how'd you think it'd feel if I had my lips around those perky nipples, sucking every bit of life out of it," He muttered, his fingers cupping my boobs before he lowered his lips onto them, grazing his lips over the soft material of the bra.

I let out a small sensual moan, clawing my nails at his back. His tongue flicked my nipples through the bra, making me inch my body closer to his, to feel his touch and the warmth of his fingers as they grazed my skin.

"Uh —uh," I muttered, too fuzzy-headed to mutter a word.

His hands trailed down from my waist to undo the zipper of my pants, before trailing them down the soft shaved skin of my pussy.

"Wet... isn't it, you're already wet for me," He said, flicking his thumb through the lips of my vagina.

"Fuck—za...ck," I muttered, arching my body closer. His lips played with my nipples, and his thumb played continuously, rubbing, and flicking his hands, so hard that I could feel my orgasm building.

"You're not allowed to do that, Sofia," Zack muttered, his voice low and gravelly as he withdrew his hand. The absence of his touch left me aching, my body still trembling from the teasing caress of his fingers.

"Why not?" I asked, my voice soft but defiant as I leaned closer, my breath warm against his jawline. His piercing eyes met mine, a mixture of desire and restraint flickering in their depths.

"Because if you do," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face, "I won't be able to stop."

"Then don't stop," I whispered, my fingers trailing the lines of his jaw, my lips grazing the corner of his mouth. The tension between us was electric, the space between us growing smaller until it disappeared entirely.

Zack claimed my mouth with his, the kiss starting slow and deliberate before deepening into something fierce and consuming. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake until they found the clasp of my bra. With a single flick, it came undone, falling away to expose my bare skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his words sending shivers through me.

His hands cupped my breasts again, his thumbs grazing over my hardened nipples as he kissed a path lower. My breath hitched as his lips closed around one, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that left me breathless.

"Zack..." I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair as his mouth worked magic against my skin.

"I want to take my time with you," he said, his voice rough with desire as he pulled away briefly, his eyes dark and smoldering. "But you make it impossible to slow down."

"Then don’t," I urged, my hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. He obliged, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion, revealing the tattoo I’d glimpsed earlier—a pair of angel wings etched into his chest.

Before I could trace the design with my fingers, Zack hooked his hands beneath my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as he readjusted me on the bed, his weight pressing into me, grounding me in the moment.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine, his tone laced with both tenderness and hunger.

"Yes," I breathed, pulling him closer. "I want this. I want you."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Zack’s lips found mine again as his hands slid down my sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. He tugged them down, along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

"God, Sofia," he said, his gaze raking over me, his words a husky whisper. "You’re perfect."

My cheeks flushed under his intense scrutiny, but any shyness melted away as his hands found my hips, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my stomach before trailing lower.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his mouth explored me, his tongue and lips moving with a skill that left me gasping and writhing beneath him. My fingers clutched the sheets, my head thrown back as wave after wave of pleasure built within me, threatening to consume me entirely.

"Zack... I..." The words dissolved into a cry of ecstasy as the pressure finally broke, leaving me trembling in the aftermath.

Before I could fully recover, Zack moved back up, his lips finding mine in a kiss that tasted of passion and promises unspoken. I reached for the waistband of his pants, my hands fumbling in my urgency.

"Let me," he said with a low chuckle, standing to shed the last of his clothing. When he returned to me, his body pressed against mine, I felt the hard length of him against my thigh, sending a fresh surge of heat through me.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice soft as his hand cupped my cheek, his gaze searching mine.

"Yes," I whispered, my heart racing as he positioned himself at my entrance.

The moment he entered me, slow and deliberate, a gasp escaped my lips. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that was both overwhelming and exquisite.

"God, you feel amazing," Zack groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his rhythm with equal fervor, the connection between us growing stronger with every movement. The room was filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure—soft moans, whispered names, and the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath us.

"Zack," I breathed, my nails digging into his shoulders as the intensity built, my body arching into his with every thrust.

"I’ve got you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let go, Sofia."

His words, paired with the relentless pace he set, sent me spiraling over the edge, my release crashing over me in a wave of white-hot ecstasy. Zack followed moments later, his movements growing erratic as he groaned my name, his body tensing before he collapsed beside me, spent and breathless.

For a while, we lay in silence, our breaths mingling as we recovered from the intensity of what we’d shared.

"You’re incredible," Zack said, breaking the silence as he pulled me into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I wanted to say something in return, but the weight of exhaustion and emotion was too much. Instead, I let my eyes drift closed, savoring the warmth of his embrace as sleep claimed me.

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When I woke up hours later, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the window, the reality of our situation hit me like a cold splash of water. Zack...the man I slept with last night was still asleep, his features relaxed and peaceful in the early morning light.

I studied him for a moment, taking a clear mental picture of the angel-winged tattoo, a pang of regret and longing twisting in my chest.

"Thank you," I whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek before quietly slipping out of bed. I dressed quickly, my heart heavy as I left the room without looking back.