And what a performance it was

Zane’s POV

Emma lay beneath me, half undressed and breathing fast, and I had never seen anything so tempting. For six long months I had imagined this exact moment, what her skin would feel like, how she would sound, what it would be like to finally taste her. Now that she was here, I could hardly stop myself from touching every inch of her.

A thought struck me. If I had been thinking about her all this time, maybe she had been thinking about me too. I wanted to know what crossed her mind whenever she pictured me.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

“Emma, I have wanted you for months. You can probably guess the things I have dreamed about doing to you… but I want to know what has been in your head when you thought of me,” I said with a teasing smile.

Her lips curved into a slow, daring grin, and the heat in her gaze made it impossible to look away.

“Oh, you really do not know,” she replied with a playful wink.

“Then show me,” I murmured, leaning closer.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I will not,” she teased, her voice like a challenge meant to test me.

“So this is how you want to play?” I asked.

“Yes. Now stop talking and kiss me,” she demanded without hesitation.

The shy woman I had first seen earlier had completely vanished. In her place was someone bold, confident, and full of fire, and I loved it. Since she clearly knew what she wanted, I was ready to give it all to her.

I kissed her hard, pouring months of restraint into the way my mouth moved against hers. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me closer until she could feel exactly how much I craved her. Her body answered mine instantly, our kisses turning hot and desperate, each one pushing us further.

Her hands slid up my chest and tugged at my shirt until it was gone. The way she looked at me then made my pulse race like nothing else. Her nails grazed down my back, leaving me shivering with need. My palms skimmed her bare skin, hungry to discover more.

I pulled away from her lips, not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to explore. My mouth trailed down her body, pressing kisses along every curve, each one drawing a soft, breathless sound from her. Her skin grew warmer beneath my touch, her body arching toward me as though she needed more.

My fingers slipped into the waistband of her shorts, and in one swift move, I slid them off and tossed them aside. She was completely bare now, and the sight of her like that nearly unraveled me. That dress she had worn earlier had been enticing, but it was nothing compared to this moment.

I ran my hands along her smooth legs, my eyes locked with hers.

“Emma, you are beautiful beyond words,” I said, my voice rough with want.

All she could manage was a soft, breathless sound.

My hand drifted higher, brushing gently between her thighs until I felt the heat of her waiting for me.

“Already so ready for me? Is that how much you want this?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

“Yes. And what exactly are you planning to do about it?” she replied, a playful laugh spilling from her lips.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I trailed kisses up her thighs, slow and deliberate, before lifting one leg over my shoulder. My mouth pressed against the tender skin inside her thigh, and then lower, until I reached her heat. She gasped, a deep sound breaking free as I tasted her.

She was sweet, addictive, and I could not get enough. My tongue moved against her most sensitive spot, each stroke making her body jolt in response.

“Oh God, Zane,” she cried, her voice shaking with pleasure.

Hearing my name fall from her lips like that made something primal stir inside me. I smiled against her, then lowered myself again, dragging my tongue in a slow path until I slipped between her folds. I pushed deeper, teasing her with small strokes that had her trembling.

My fingers found that perfect spot at the top, pressing and circling while my tongue kept working inside her. She arched upward, hips rising to meet me, her body silently begging for more.

I had always known I could drive women wild this way, but with Emma, it felt different. Every sound she made, every breathless cry, only made me want to give her more. I focused on her completely, tasting every part of her, caught up in the way she was falling apart beneath me.

It did not take long before her voice broke, my name spilling out as she came hard, her release coating my tongue. Her whole body shook, but I did not let up. I carried her higher, pushing her into a second release until she was trembling too much to handle more.

I savored every drop, then eased her leg from my shoulder and kissed my way back up her body. Hovering over her, I watched the rise and fall of her chest, the small tremor that still ran through her as she caught her breath.

“You taste even better than I imagined, baby. I could spend a lifetime getting used to that,” I murmured, my voice rough as I licked my lips.

She could only hum softly in response.

I gave a low laugh and kissed her again. At first, she kissed me gently, but soon the heat returned, each movement of her mouth stoking the fire between us. My own body was aching, so tight with need that it bordered on painful. I needed release, whether she gave it with her mouth or by taking me deep inside her, I did not care which.

It was as if she could sense exactly what I wanted. Her hand slid down between us, working open the buttons of my trousers before pushing them down along with my boxers. A heavy sigh of relief left me when I was freed from the pressure of the fabric.

Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slow and deliberate. A deep sound tore from my throat as my hips moved into her touch.

“Please, Emma… I need you before I lose my mind,” I said, my voice almost breaking with desperation.

She laughed softly, her eyes glinting with playful mischief.

“You have two choices, Zane. Either I get on my knees and take care of you, or you sit back, let me climb on your lap, and I ride you until we are both undone. Which will it be?”

Her confidence sent a rush of heat through me.

“The second choice,” I groaned, tugging myself upright on the sofa, ready for her.

Emma slid onto my lap with a confidence that stole my breath. Her mouth captured mine in a kiss that was deep and hungry, her hips rolling against me so that her slick warmth brushed over my length. The sensation had me gripping her tighter, struggling to hold back the rush of heat flooding through me.

“You are not forgetting something, are you?” I murmured, my hands gliding up her sides.

She pulled back just enough to smirk. “I am on the pill. But if you would rather use protection, I have some in my room.”

I shook my head, pulling her closer. “No. If you are on it, then I trust you. I have never taken risks with women I barely know, but you are different, Emma. I know you. We are safe, right?”

Her eyes gleamed with reassurance. “Yes, Zane. We are safe. You have my word.”

“Good,” I muttered before dragging her back into another kiss, relief and desire tangled inside me.

Her hand slipped between us, wrapping around me as she lifted her hips. I steadied her, guiding her down until I was buried deep inside her. A sound tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, and her own cry matched mine as we came together in that first thrust.

She started moving immediately, hard and fast, exactly the way I craved it. Every time she dropped onto me, a shock of pleasure ripped through my body, and I knew neither of us would be able to hold on for long.

“Oh God, yes… Zane,” she moaned, bracing herself against the sofa, her movements sending sparks racing through me. She moved like she knew every part of me, and it drove me wild.

“Just like that, baby. Harder,” I groaned, thrusting upward to meet her with every rise and fall.

She gave me exactly what I begged for, grinding into me with a hunger that matched my own. Her hands traced over my chest, her lips trailing fire along my skin, while my own hands held her hips tight, urging her to move faster, harder. We were lost in it, moving together like we had been waiting forever for this one moment.

It was raw. It was wild. It was everything I had imagined and more. Each second climbed higher, until the rush of release crashed over us at the same time. My body tensed, her cry mixing with mine as we both shattered, the intensity ripping every ounce of control from me.

She collapsed against my chest, her skin damp and hot, her breath coming fast. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, still reeling from how powerful it had been.

“That… was beyond anything I expected,” I panted against her ear. “Who would have guessed you could move like that, Emma?”

She lifted her head, eyes still hazy but filled with satisfaction. A playful smirk curved her lips. “I do not usually. But when you have wanted someone for as long as I have wanted you, you give it everything.”

I let out a low laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And what a performance it was.”

She rewarded me with a gentle kiss before sliding off me, curling at my side with a sleepy smile. She looked completely spent, and I could not blame her. She had given me everything.

“So…” I asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “was it good enough for you to want it again? Good enough to make this our secret?”

Her eyes found mine, and after a beat, she nodded.

A grin spread across my face. “Perfect. We are going to have a lot of fun together, Emma.”

Her laugh was quiet, but the way she winked told me she meant it. “I cannot wait. But right now… I need sleep.” She yawned, snuggling into me.

“You want some company? Save me the trouble of calling for a cab?” I asked with a crooked smile.

“Yes… stay,” she murmured, eyes already closing.

I smirked to myself, pressing a kiss to her hair. I was already planning on taking her again before sleep claimed us… and maybe once more in the morning. Morning sex had always been my weakness, though I rarely stayed long enough to enjoy it. Tonight would be different. Tonight, I was not going anywhere.