Doubting His Love
01/01
I was laying on the couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table, when my phone went off. Quickly, I jumped up and grabbed my phone off the floor, where it had fallen out of my lap. [i]It could be him![/i] I thought, my mind going frantic. I unlocked my iPhone and stared at the text message. It was from Brian, [i]his[/i] best friend, my boyfriend. Correction: my [b]ex[/b]-boyfriend.
'[b]Hey, it's Brian[/b],' I read. '[b]You alright? Brea said you were... upset. Everything ok?[/b]' I laughed aloud after I read the text. Everything was nowhere near okay. My boyfriend, the love of my life, wasn't my boyfriend anymore. [i]Because you're stupid![/i] I yelled at myself.
I clicked on his text message and wrote a honest response. '[b]Not really. I just want Zacky again. I miss him.[/b]' I tried to go on dates since we broke up, but it was no use. The one guy that reminded me of Zack turned out to be the complete opposite. '[b]Hmm. Zack's been upset lately. He's either sad or just an ass. He probably misses you too[/b],' his message filled me with hope. Except for the fact that I didn't think that Zack missed me. I hoped that he did, but I really thought I was setting myself up for failure.
'[b]I want him back, Brian. To be honest... I need him.[/b]' I didn't want to sound desperate, but I was. Brian told me to get him back. I was I supposed to do that? How could I just get Zachary back? I dialed Brian's number, figuring that it would be easier for me to vocally talk to him rather than text him.
"Could you tell him to come over?" I nearly pleaded. "It's seriously vital."
"I'll try," he said. The television was playing in the background. He was watching a basketball game or something. Brian mumbled something. He must have hid his phone away from sight. "He doesn't want to, Is," Brian sighed. I could hear Zacky in the background complaining about the basketball game.
"Will you tell hi, I need to talk? Please?"
He was muffled again, but this time I heard two voices instead of one. "I did. And he... Are you sure you want to know what he said?" I told him that I did. "He said, 'Deal with it.'"
"Oh," I sighed. "Okay. Well, tell him I'm sorry that I bothered and that I won't do it again." I stood up and made my way through my small apartment, heading for the kitchen. I scanned the fridge for a beer or two... or even three. "And... tell him," I kept going, "that I just want him to know, I still love him." I cracked the bottle top off and sauntered back to the couch.
"I told him," Brian whispered. It
"You wanna know the fucked up part?" I laughed.
"What?"
"He really wasn't cheating," I whispered. "I left him for no reason. He has every right to hate me, Brian. I found out two weeks later that he really had stayed faithful." Stupid. That's what I was. I was stupid, very stupid.
"What?! What the fuck then?" Brian shouted.
"I didn't know until after I broke up with him, Bri." Brian asked me why I thought Zacky was cheating. His behavior changed. He wasn't as intimate. I saw a picture of a fan girl licking him. I heard rumors. "He wasn't intimate as much because he was stressed," I said, leaning over so that I was putting me weight on my elbows. "You guys were working out. The picture, it was a random fan! They do that. And rumors are rumors. I just fell prey to suspicion. I'm an idiot."
"I tried to tell you that he wasn't cheating, Is."
"I was an idiot. I told you," I reminded him. "I just want to hear his voice and now it's too late." Brian told me that it wasn't too late. He also told me to come over - to come over and talk to Zacky. "What will that accomplish?!" I shouted. "He's just going to scream at me. But I'll try." I didn't even let Brian reply before I was running down the hallway to my bedroom and looking for something to wear. I needed to win Zacky back. And I needed him to see that I was still... the girl that he fell for.
I sighed, scanning through my clothes. "I guess I'll head that way," I told Brian as I pulled out a dark purple over sized v-neck sweater an some skinny jeans."Don't let him leave. And don't tell him I'm coming either." If Brian told him, it was over. He would leave and try to get away from me. I pulled my clothes on and then told Brian that I was on my way over.
I fixed my hair and put on some lip-gloss. Once I thought I looked okay, I grabbed my keys and hurried to my Honda. Quickly, I slid into the driver's seat and turned the car on. I didn't bother putting any music on. I needed to think about what I would say to him. But even if I did think of something... I would probably forget it all the second that I was in front of him. Zacky made me nervous, always. Even after we were familiar with each other. Every time he looked at me my heart flip-flopped inside my chest.
Fifteen minutes later I was parked in front of their apartment, my heart beating a thousand times a second and my mouth dryer than the dessert. I wrapped my fist against the door. Brian pulled the door open and smiled when he saw me. "Hey... He's... real grouchy."
I frowned. "Where is he?"
"At the pool."
I nodded to him. "Thanks, Bri." I walked out their back door and headed straight to the apartment complex's pool. I took a deep breath as I approached him.
He was sitting in a plastic beach chair, drinking a beer, scruffy faced and smoking a cigarette. I cleared my thought, hoping to get his attention.
He turned slightly and once he saw me he flicked some ash off his cigarette and stepped on it. "What do you want?" he asked, looking at me like I was the ugliest insect on the face of the planet.
I sat in the chair next to him. "I want to talk."
"What for?" he asked. "There's nothing to talk about."
"There's a lot to talk about," I whispered as I lit up a cigarette of my own. "I... I owe you a seriously huge apology."
"What for?" he asked. His voice was still and quiet. It was very monotone. He wasn't at all interested in what I had to say. And if he was, he wasn't showing it.
I swallowed, scared to talk, but knowing that I had to. I had to tell him everything. "I know now that you never cheated on me," I said, my voice firm. "I should have just listened to you. But I'm so insecure... I feel like, no. I know you can do better than me so I always thought you would eventually do just that. Then I heard rumors and..." I shook my head. It was about the rumors. I should have just listened. "I should have trusted you."
"That's nice," Zack said as he flicked his cigarette. He stood up, stomped it out and headed back to the apartment he shared with Brian.
I quickly did the same and follows him. "Zack, wait," I cried as I follows him to his room.
"Is... Isabelle," he groaned, "I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Do you not understand that?"
I started to tear up. What he was saying hurt more than he knew. It was killing me. "I-I know," I stammered, my throat feeling like it was closing in on me. "I guess..." I wiped at my eyes, "I guess I just needed you to see that I know you never did anything wrong to me. I was foolish. But, I don't blame you at all, Zack, for not wanting to talk to me ever again." I reached into my jean's pocket and pulled out something small and silver. "Here's your spare key," I said as I placed it on his desk. "I'll... See you around, I guess." I turned to leave when I felt him step closer to me.
"Why didn't you believe me first?!" he shouted as he gabbed my hand. "Why? I never gave you any reason to not trust me, did I? I... I was a good boyfriend, wasn't I?"
"Yes! Yes, of course you were," I nodded. "So good that I thought it must have been too good to be true. It was nothing you did. It was my own insecurities. The only thing that I found odd was that we stopped having sex as much as we used to." I shrugged. "But you were in the studio and things were hectic for you. It was my own insecurities." Sex was sex. It wasn't everything about a relationship... but it was important. It was special. Intimate. It was a connection and I felt as if Zacky and I had lost that.
"Is..." Zacky squeezed my hand, "I want you just as much as I always have. That's never changed. But... I don't know. You doubted me... And I don't know if I can be with you," he whispered.
"Zack, I know. I'm not going to beg for you to take me back. I'm also not going to pretend like it wasn't the biggest mistake of my life to break up with you. But I hope you can try to be my friend..." His friendship was more than I could have hoped for. Forgiveness and friendship. He didn't have to want me back as his girlfriend. But his friend was better than nothing at all, even if it wasn't what I wanted. "I... I'm still in love with you... I don't think I can just be your friend," I said, telling the truth. I pulled my hand away slowly.
"Isabelle?" he asked, his voice soft and shaky.
I looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Don't go," he smiled.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just... lay with me? Like old times? Please?"
"If you don't think it would cause problems... I'd love that." He scooted all the way over to where he was practically laying right up against the wall and patted the empty spot next to him. I kicked off my flats and climbed onto his bed hesitantly.
Zacky rolled onto side, eying me. He was staring at my chest, like he was trying to not watch me movement as I breathed.
"Zack..." I whispered, "you look like you haven't shaved in a few days." I touched his face lightly.
"I haven't," he said practically jerking away from me.
I pulled my hand away quickly. "S-Sorry... Do you not want me to touch you?"
Zacky stared into my eyes. "I... I've... I miss your touch, that's all."
I scooted closer to him to where random parts of our bodies were touching. "Is this okay then?" I asked, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah..." he moved closer to me. "You smell good, babe."
My eyes widened when he called me babe. "Th-thank you," I whispered as I gently laid my hand on his side.
"If I tried to kiss you," he whispered, "would you let me?"
He didn't even have to ask. Of course I would let him. Kissing him was something I missed more than anything. "I'd let you," I smiled lightly. "You don't even have to ask, Zacky."
Zacky smirked at me. "I was just checking."
Zack and his ego. I wanted his arms around me. Laying next to him was nice, but his arms around me, holding me, making me feel like I was his... That was what I truly wanted. "Zack?" I whispered. "I'm sure this is awkward, but... can I please lay against you the way I want to?"
"I want to hold you, Is," he smiled at me as he wrapped his arms around me.
I rested my head against his chest, but then I pulled away again. "Zack?" I laughed. "Uh... when was the last time you took a shower? You... kind of smell, a little." It wasn't necessarily a bad smell. He just smelled like he had just finished playing a show. An hour of bright lights could make you smell pretty ripe.
He chuckled. "It's been a few days. I... uh, I haven't left the house."
"Go take a shower," I told him. "I'll..." I looked around his room and pursed my lips, "tidy up a bit. Then you'll feel a lot better when you get out. Okay?" He climbed over me and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from his dresser. He told me he would be back. I stood up and made my way over to him. I stood on my tip-toes and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?"
"For talking to me again," I smiled, a few little tears starting to make themselves apparent.
"I can't exactly ignore you," he sighed. "No matter how hard I try."
"I don't want you to. I hate being away from you."
"Yeah?" he asked. "Me too."
"Go take your shower!" I giggled. "I'll clean this mess up."
Zack walked off after that. I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom and then I got to work. It was very obviously that he hadn't left the house in a few days. There were pizza boxes making their own little shrine in the corner by his closet. A few unfinished bottles of soda and water and even Jack Daniels. His ashtray looked like it hadn't been emptied in months... or ever. I picked it up and smacked it against the side of the trash can, watching the ashes fall to the bottom. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a heavy-duty trash bag. Quickly, I grabbed all of the pizza boxes and the bottles and the rest of the trash and tossed them into the bag. Once the bag was full, I tied it and took it outside to the big trash can.
Before Zack returned I wanted to change the sheets. I scanned the linen closet for a clean pair. I couldn't find a matching set, but I didn't think Zacky would really care what sheets were on his bed tonight. I made his bed and lit a candle, hoping that the manly-trash smell would go away. I even vacuumed. His room needed a good cleaning. I put movies back in his movie drawer and CDs back in their cabinet. I grabbed his dirty clothes and hauled them to the laundry room. I started a load and then went back to his room. I sat on his bed and waited for him to come back.
Not five minutes later his door came open. He looked around his room and smiled. His hair was a crazed mess from being dried by a towel, but he looked adorable. His nipples were showing through his T-shirt and he shaved too. "I threw the trash away," I smiled at him, "and started a load of laundry. I changed the sheets and vacuumed and put everything else where it goes."
He looked around his room again. "Well... there's something out of place."
"What?" I asked, a little concerned. It didn't lake long, but it wasn't something I had to do. And he didn't even seem thankful, he was just annoyed about whatever it was that was out of place. "I thought I remembered where everything went."
He shook his head at me. "You're sitting on my bed, you aren't under the covers... waiting for me to come cuddle you."
I smiled shyly at him. [i]Now I feel stupid[/i], I thought. I pulled the comforter back and crawled in, waiting for him, like he wanted. He turned the light off and slid in next to me. The candle left enough light so that I could still make out his face. "Thank you," he whispered, "for doing this."
"Cleaning your room?" I asked. "It wasn't a big deal. Thought I did... find some things. You didn't have any Kleenex handy during your... uh, 'special time?' I mean, a shirt works... but there was A LOT."
"Hey, shut up," he chuckled. "It had been a while, okay? What was I supposed to do? Besides... I had blue balls so bad. And I couldn't stop thinking about y-..." he got quiet, "about you."
"It's been a month since we broke up," I sighed. "And two months since we've made love. But I can't get off without you." I cuddled closer to him. "You smell good now. Like my Zacky."
"Can I tell you something?" he asked me. "Something I've never told you before."
"Yes," I smiled. "Of course."
He bit his lip, then pulling one of his snake bites into his mouth and took a deep breath. He was making me nervous. "You were my first."
"I... What?" I hadn't expected him to say that. "Really? I was?"
"Yep," he nodded. "I've had a crush on you since we were thirteen years old. You are the only girl that I've ever loved." He pulled me closer against him. "You're the only one for me, Is. I don't know how to be without you. You've been my best friend since... Kindergarten?" I nodded. "How can I not have you in my life?"
I got teary eyed as he talked to me. "I never knew you felt so strongly. I definitely didn't know that I was your first. You were so good at it... I hadn't ever had an orgasm like that." I blushed as I said those things. We hadn't had a conversation like this in months. I laced my fingers with his. "Zacky, I'd like to work on this, on getting us back together. If you want..."
"Do you rust me though?" he asked. "I mean... I know you're afraid. But I'll never do what he did. I'll never leave you like your dad did. I promise," he whispered. "I love you too much."
My father... "I trust you," I whispered, "I do. With everything I have. I love you, Zachary." He cupped my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I was so happy in that moment that I could have sang. I felt like I was going to float up off of the floor and hit the ceiling. I kissed him back, holding the back of his head, sliding my fingers against his scalp like he liked it. I pulled away, "I almost forgot what that was like..."
I loved Zack for many reasons. One being that he was indeed my best friend, but he was the only friend that I had whenever my dad did leave me and my mother. I was young, around fifteen. My mom had just been diagnosed with cancer and it was just 'too tough' for my father to handle. He started sleeping at the office... or that's what he told us, he really sleeping at his secretary's house. Once my mom started chemo, he just never came home. Zack spent the night for about a week straight. I was surprised that my mom let him. But she knew how much I needed him and she knew that were only [i]friends[/i]. But we weren't... I had liked him since before we were thirteen. Zacky was the only boy that I ever really liked, ever.
"Let me remind you," he said, bringing me back to the kiss. Zacky rolled over on top of me and kissed me again. He slipped his tongue between my lips and moved his left hand up and down my shoulder to my wrist. I slid my hands up and down his back, moving my fingers against his muscles. I moved my hands under his T-shirt and worked his muscles with my palms.
Zack pulled away and looked right at me. "I forgive you, Is, but from now on if you're ever doubting, tell me. We'll talk this out instead of you hastily breaking up with me again. Ok?"
"Yes," I promised. "Definitely. So you w-want to be with me again?"
"I don't want anyone else... ever."
I gripped onto his shirt. “I don’t either.”
“I love you, Is. You and only you. That’s how it’s always been.” He kissed my forehead and I fell in love with him a little more.
“I love you just the same, Z.” I stayed quiet for a minute. I wanted to ask him if he wanted me to sleep over tonight, but I didn’t know how he would respond or if it was too soon for that to start happening again. “Do you want me to spend the night here, tonight?”
He kissed my lips lightly. “I want you to stay here… every night.”
“Like… move in?” My heart rate was peaking. He had to hear my heart beating. Everyone in the apartment complex had to hear my heart beating. “That’s a huge step, Zack.”
“So?” he asked. “We’ve been together since…” he thought about it for a second, he had to get our ages right or I would smack him, “we were seventeen?”
“Let’s just give it a few weeks,” I told him, cupping his face. “We’ve been apart for a little while and I don’t want you to regret anything, ok? I don’t think we should just jump into it…”
“I only regret giving you doubts,” he frowned.
“It wasn’t your fault!” I whispered. “It’s okay if you don’t want to have sex every day. I just wasn’t used to that. We used to have sex like… every night and every morning. You were stressed out, I know. And I shouldn’t have assumed that you were getting it elsewhere.”
“Babe,” Zacky chuckled, “you just like me for my body, huh?”
“WHAT!?” I shouted. “No, Zacky. I swear. It’s not like that.”
“I was kidding…”
“Oh,” I shook my head. I felt stupid. I should have known that he was joking. “I’m an idiot,” I laughed. He lifted my face up to look at him. He smiled down at me and told me that I wasn’t an idiot. But I was. I truly was. I thought that the man who loved me was cheating. I should’ve known that he wasn’t… “I’m afraid of upsetting you,” I admitted. I had to watch what I said to him because of everything that had happened and everything that we were trying to patch back together.
“Why?” he asked. “I’m not mad at you. Not even a little bit.”
“Zack, you hated me like an hour ago.”
“I didn’t hate you.”
“You said you didn’t want anything to do with me. I thought I would never see you again,” I frowned.
He frowned and kissed my cheek. “I know, I was just mad. And I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to talk and explain earlier. You can ask Brian… I had been contemplating calling you for days.” I asked him why he didn’t. I wanted to know what he had been thinking during our break up. “I don’t know… I was more hurt than angry.”
“I’m sorry for the time we spent apart, Zack.”
“Good,” he kissed my shoulder. “You should be.”
“I am,” I kissed Zack’s cheek. “Can I borrow a pair of short to sleep in? My jeans are uncomfortable at the moment.”
“No,” he snapped. “You have perfectly good panties to sleep in.” He smiled wide at me, little tard. “Or!” he shouted, a light bulb turning on in his head, “we can sleep naked!”
I giggled. “I’ll sleep in my panties.” He rolled off of me and I pulled the comforter back. I crawled over him and stood up, facing him. Slowly, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them door, then I got back in bed with him.
Zack scooted to the edge, by the wall again and pulled his T-shirt off. He tossed it onto the floor and my eyes roamed over his chest. [i]Wow[/i], I thought. He was as good looking as ever. He kissed my shoulder, making goose bumps creep across my body. “Thanks for being stubborn and bugging me until I listened.”
“Y-You’re welcome,” I stuttered. His stupid, sexy shirtless-ness was getting to me.
He noticed and moved to the blanket down to where his entire chest, all the way down to his belly button was showing. He looked at me and smiled, “I love you.”
I swallowed hard, making sure not to touch him. If I touched him… I would rape him. “I love you, too.” He chuckled and asked me why I looked so nervous. “You’re shirtless… It just… it makes me all flustered.”
“Maybe you should be shirtless too,” he smiled playfully at me.
“Are you sure this isn’t too soon?”
“Is…” he sighed, “I’ve been wanting you for days.”
“I’ve been wanting you for nearly two months,” I spat.
“Why did you stop trying to have sex with me?” he asked. “I felt like you were losing interest.”
“Well…” I sighed again, “I stopped trying when you stopped responding to my advances. I just assumed it was because you had found someone else to have sex with.”
He shook his head, his face turning a light shade of red. “Never… No one will ever, ever be as good to me. Ever… and I mean in every way possible. Romantically, emotionally, physically. You were made for me, Isabelle.”
“If It’s ever too much stress with the band and everything, tell me why you don’t want to have sex,” I said. “Don’t just push me off… that’s what started it.”
He nodded. “I understand. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I did… I just didn’t want to disappoint you.” He went on about how he was afraid to have sex while he was stressed out because he didn’t think that he would get hard. [i]Great[/i], I thought. I wasn’t getting my own boyfriend hard. He pushed his face against the pillow when he realized what I was thinking. “It’s not like that…” he groaned. “You always get me hard. In fact,” he looked under the covers, “I’m kind of hard right now.” He laughed. “But I was just scared and stressed out… and I don’t know, it’s all crazy talk now.”
I scooted away from him. “Face away from me, please,” I prompted. Zack looked confused. “I’m going to rape you if you don’t.”
“You can’t rape the willing, Issie,” he laughed. My heart jumped at the old nickname. He hadn’t called me Issie in a long – long time. I reached down, under the blankets and touched his erection over his shorts. His eyes burned with lust and love. “Is… I…. Please?” he begged.
“I can suck… you off,” I whispered, “if you want me to.”
He frowned. “Do you not want me to make love to you?”
“I do,” I said, “I really, really do. I’m just… scared.” I buried my face against his side.
“Scared?” He asked. “Why, baby?” He kissed the top of my head.
“It’s been so long… I don’t know.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised before he pressed his lips against my neck. He placed his hand on my bare thigh. My skin burned from where he touched me.
“Your dick is so big…” I blushed, “and I haven’t gotten off in a long time. I’m – I don’t know.”
“What if I get your off with my fingers first?” He asked as he brushed his fingertips underneath the elastic of my panties. I shivered as he kissed me and sucked on my bottom lip a little. I groaned against his lips, my back arching. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and rubbed me over my panties. I grabbed his hand as we kissed and shoved it into my panties. Zack scooted closer to me and laid on his side, but I was laying on my back. He pressed his lips against my ear. “Feisty tonight, aren’t you?” he whispered as he rubbed circles against my clit with his fingers.
“Oh, god,” I moaned breathlessly, “Zacky…” I dug my nails into his bicep.
“You haven’t gotten yourself off at all?” he whispered before kissing my temple.
I shook my head. “N-No, I couldn’t. I tried. I got close, but I just couldn’t without you.”
“Want to know something funny?” Zack asked me. I nodded. “Every time I jacked off I felt like I was cheating on you… with myself,” he laughed, looking embarrassed. “Only you can touch me. Only you.” He kissed my cheek.
“That’s so cute,” I smiled, still moaning from his fingers. “Kiss me, Zacky.”
Zacky moved his hand over my pussy and slid two fingers inside me, pressing upward as he ran his lips over my face. He kissed my lips and slid his tongue against mine. I hissed as he pressed against my g-spot. “E-easy, Zacky…” He asked me if it hurt. “A little.” I loosened my grip on his arm. He moved his fingers slowly.
“You’re getting wet, Issie,” he said, kissing me again. We made out for a few minutes as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. He moved his fingers to my clit against and started rubbing in circles to get me wetter. “Better?”
I moaned loudly and clutched onto his arm again. “Y-yes. It’s still… tight, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Just wait until I’m inside you,” he kissed me hard, pressing against my g-spot again.
I cried out loudly and clenched around his fingers. “ZACKY!” I yelled. “Right there… Please keep touching me right there.”
He pushed against my g-spot. “Is that what you want, beautiful?”
“Oh f-” I got quiet because I was so close to screaming. “YES!” I couldn’t hold it in. “Keep going. My… fucking…”
He chuckled as he pressed harder and faster. “Cum for me, Isabelle.”
I clenched tightly around him as my orgasm was getting closer and closer. My thighs were shaking and I was practically biting through my cheek to stop myself from screaming. I clung to his arm with both of my hands as I moaned his name. He kissed me again and told me that I was shaking. “B-because… of y-you,” I panted.
“You like it,” he chuckled as he kissed me neck, licking over the sensitive part by my ear.
“I love you, Zack…” I moaned. “I love you so much.” I shook against his hand and bit down on his bicep as I came.
“Mmm…” he hummed. “I love you, too, baby.”
“Zacky…” I moaned, nervously, “I… I don’t know if I can handle all of you.” He frowned. Zacky wanted to have sex. I wanted to have sex, but… “I want to try, Z. I want you. It’s… it’s not even about getting off, babe. I just want to be close to you. I want to connect with you on an intimate level.”
“I want that, too,” he kissed me and nuzzled against me for a few minutes. He stood up and made his way over to his dresser. He pulled it open and I heard the plastic rip open as he opened the condom wrapper.
“You don’t have… to use one,” I whispered. “If you don’t want to.” I didn’t want Zack to think I was easy, but I wanted to feel him, all of him.
“Ok,” he chuckled. “I feel like I’m about to lose my virginity to you… again. I’m nervous, Is.”
“Why didn’t you tell me back then?”
“That I was your first?” I nodded. “I don't know... I didn't really know how you felt back then. And I felt like... I don't know... I didn't want to disappoint you. So I didn't mention it.”
“What’s up with you always being afraid of disappointing me?” I asked, smiling. He cared a lot about me and that meant the world to me. “Plus, it would have been worse if you weren’t as amazing as you were. I would’ve just thought you sucked,” I laughed. “But you blew my fucking mind, Zachary.”
“I did?” he whispered as he kissed my cheek. “You intimidated me. You were the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on,” he smiled. “You still are.”
I blushed deeply. “Zacky… you’re so handsome and sexy… and… I’m intimidated by you too. Constantly, actually.”
“Good,” he smiled.
“Good?” I asked, confused.
“Yes,” he whispered as he tucked some hair behind my ear. “I like making you nervous. Making your hair raise up on the back of your neck. Making your heart beat. Making your hands shake.”
“Check, check, check and check,” I giggled. “Anything else?”
He shook his head. “I love you.”
“You don’t get sick of saying it,” I said, “do you?”
“Never,” he said as he pulled me against him. “I missed you so much,” he whispered as he kissed my neck. “Like I said, I can’t live without you. I might have only been a month or so… but… it was awful.”
“I was without you longer than a month, Zack.” He gave me a questioning look. Of course he didn’t know what I was talking about. “You hadn’t been you for a while, Z. I felt alone. I used to cry almost every night. I tried to talk to you about it so many times, but you never listened.” He asked me when I tried to talk to him. “I'd come to you and be like, ‘Can we talk? It's important.’ You'd wave it off and be like, ‘Later. I'm busy.’ or ‘I don't want to talk right now.’”
“You should have forced me to listen to you…”
“No,” I sighed. “You should have wanted to listen. But let’s stop talking about it, ok? We’re here. We’re together now. That’s all that matters. You know what I want?” I asked.
“What, babe?”
I reached between us, under the blankets and rubbed my palm against his erection. “That…”
He groaned. “Is… just take them off, please?”
“My panties or your shorts?” I smirked, teasing him.
“Both?” he smiled. “Please?”
I stood up and slipped my shirt off and then I reached around behind me and unbuttoned my bra. Zack’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. I hooked my thumbs into the front of my panties and pulled them down extra slowly. “How’s this, Zachary?”
He stared at me, mouth open wide. “Y-you’re naked.”
“Yeah…” I smiled. “That’s what you wanted, right?” I felt self-conscious. He nodded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he smiled wide. “Nothing at all.” He moved off of the bed and stood in front of me. He pulled off his basketball shorts and his boxers. I looked down at his hard cock and my mouth started to water. I was even more nervous now that we were both naked. He cupped my butt cheeks and kissed my neck, pressing his cock against my thigh.
I moaned when he touched me. I bit my lip as I looked at his dick and trailed my fingers along his chest. “You’re so… big,” I whispered. “Do… you want me to turn the light on or leave it off?”
“Turn it on,” he smiled. “I want to see you when I’m moving in and out of you.”
I blushed as I moved my fingertips along his jawline. “I’d like to see your face when you cum inside of me.”
He shivered. “Shit. I have a feeling that you’re going to be the death of me.”
“The death of you?” I asked. “I hope not.” I started stroking his cock as I looked into his eyes. “Are you going to get on top of me or are we just going to stand here?”
“I…” he laughed as he picked me up and laid me down on his bed. He laid next to me then rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. I slid my hands down his back to ass and squeezed.
“Mmm… still as good as I remember,” I giggled.
“What’s it with you and my ass?” he asked, laughing. “You’ve always loved my ass.” He kissed my neck.
“It’s just so…” I bit my lip, trying to think of the words, I slapped his butt, “perfect. All muscle and round and…” I giggled. “Wow. I have a problem.”
“No, you don’t,” he moved his lips across my neck. “I feel the same about your thighs.” He moved under the covers and planted kisses along my thigh. “They’re so…” he ran his hands over my thighs, “perfect,” he mocked me. I looked under the covers and watched as he stared at my pussy then back up to me, a wicked smile on his face. He licked his lips and then licked over my clit quickly.
“O-Oh god,” I moaned. “I forgot… your tongue.” I slid my fingers into his black hair. “Do it, babe.”
Zack flicked his tongue against my clit back and forth, kind of teasing me, but not. I pulled on his hair lightly. “Shit…” I was already breathing heavy and panting. “Zack… how do you know exactly what to do?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckled, his breath hitting my pussy. “I just know what to do to you, that’ll all.” He kissed clit then swirled his tongue around it, sucking hard.
“Mmm…” I moaned loudly. “I like it when you kiss me there.” He kissed my clit again and then went back to sucking on it. “Zacky… please… stop or I’ll cum again.”
“Sorry…” he whispered as he moved off. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I kissed him. “Are you ready to make love to me now?” I pulled him flat against me. “I want to feel every inch of you, Zachary.”
He closed his eyes for a second. “You’re gonna get me off just by talking,” he chuckled. “Fuck… you’re amazing.”
I smiled deviously. “Well, don’t… I want it inside me, Z. Not all over me.”
“Okay, okay!” he laughed. He put his weight on one arm and used the other to grab his cock. He rubbed the head against me, getting it wet and slowly started to push it inside of me. I bit my lip, breathing slowly because it did hurt a little. I clamped my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the pleasure and not the pain. Zack leaned forward pushing all the way inside of me, he didn’t move though, he stayed still and kissed my forehead lightly. We locked eyes. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I… I’m…” I struggled for words. “It hurts, but I’ll be fine in a few minutes. It’s kind of hot when you think about it… you sitting inside of me.”
He chuckled quietly and kissed me neck, sucking on the skin by my throat. “Just let me know when I can move, alright?” He slid his hand up my body and groped me, pinching my nipples. He kissed me again as he traced lightly circles around them, making them harden. I put my hands over his and told him to move, just slowly for the time being. He kissed my lips again and started to move in and out. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He slid his hands up and into my hair. He made a fist, but he didn’t pull on it. He cupped my face with his other hand.
“Shit,” I moaned.
He moved a tiny bit faster, pulling my hair lightly and turning me on a lot more. He rested his head against the side of mine and moaned into the pillow, by my ear. “Fuck, Isabelle. You’re so tight, baby.”
“And y-you’re so big…” I giggled through my moans. I gripped onto his shoulders and let out a few soft moans. “Zack, you’re hitting every spot inside me without even trying.”
“Scratch my back,” he said. I dug my nails into his back and dragged them downwards. He slammed into my g-spot, making me jerk. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to move faster, telling me he loved me as he did.
I arched my back, pressing my chest against his. “I love you too… but Z-Zacky, can you talk to me like you used to?”
“I’m trying to be sweet!” he laughed. “You horny girl.”
I smiled and pulled him down on me again, I slowed his speed with my legs. “Be sweet. Take your time. I’m just so…” I shook my head. “You make me feel things, things I only feel with you.”
“Good,” he whispered against my lips. “I want it to be the best with me… I want to leave you wanting more and more.”
“You do,” I smiled. “That’s why I always wanted you, Zachary. FUCK!” I shouted. “You keep pressing against…” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades.
He did it again. “Is that what you want, baby?”
“ZACK, fuck… you’re gonna make me cum.” He kissed me neck and sucked, making sure to leave a mark. A mark that said that I was his. His and only his. “Zacky!” my legs started shaking. “D-don’t cum yet, okay?” I shook as I clung onto him and my orgasm hit hard.
“I won’t,” he smiled. “I’m not there yet.”
“S-sorry,” I panted.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I love making you cum.”
I clenched around him. “You just like it when that happens,” I winked at him.
“True,” he smiled. “Very true.” And then when I wasn’t expecting it at all he thrusted deeply inside of me.
“FUCK!” I screamed. “Zacky… you’re so good. Oh, god.”
He laced our fingers together and pinned my hands over my head, thrusting harder and faster. “You’re so wet, Is. I can feel it…”
“I-I came,” I laughed. “Of course I’m wet.”
He chuckled. “You never get this wet, babe.”
“R-really?” I squeezed his hands in mine. “It’s… This is amazing, I’m not surprised.”
“It’s fucking hot,” he moaned as he thrusted hard again.
“Z…” I screamed. “Not so h-hard.”
“Sorry,” he smiled, “it feels really – really good.”
“Yeah, it fucking does. Can we change positions, baby?” I asked.
“What do you want?” he asked me.
“Lay behind me and hold me while we do it,” I smiled. “I love that. You make me feel so... protected.”
He pulled out and moved behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and moved one hand up, cupping my breast and pinching my nipples between his fingers. Zack moved one leg between mine and slid inside of me rather roughly. “FUCK, Issie,” he moaned. “You’re so… you feel fucking perfect.”
“Y-You do too,” I stammered as I grabbed onto the sheet and pulled, trying not to lose it and cum again. He squeezed my breast firmly as he moved in and out of me, moaning as he did. I held onto him tightly. “Never let me leave again. Okay?”
“Never,” he kissed my ear. “Never let me push our relationship off. Okay?”
I turned my head to the side and kissed him, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moved his hand off of my breast, to my face and cupped my cheek as he kissed me. I moaned against his lips he slid his tongue against mine and slammed his cock against my g-spot again and again and again. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed my bottom toward him, letting him hit deeper and deeper inside of me. “ZACK…” I groaned. “I’m getting close again.”
“Me too,” he said as he licked my neck and sucked hard by my ear. He pressed against my body as he moved in and out. He moved his h and from my face and moved it down my body and between my legs. Quickly, he rubbed circles around my clit with his fingers.
I started to twitch. “T-too much, Zachary.”
“I’m not stopping, Isabelle,” he moaned. “I want you to cum. I want you to lose it.” He bit down hard on my neck. I started shaking even worse than I had been before. I felt my insides tense up as I clenched around his cock. “Mmm,” he groaned. “Issie… I’m… I’m gonna. Can I cum inside you, baby?” I held onto him tightly, screaming for him to do exactly that. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warmth inside of me. My body was losing control of itself. My hips bucked and I thrashed, trying to get away from his fingers, but I couldn’t. “Are you okay, babe?” Zack asked me when I stopped moving.
“Yes… Yes,” I swallowed as I pulled his arms around me tighter. “I… I just had… the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I laughed. My body just went still once it was over. He licked my neck and chuckled against my skin.
“Want to cum again?” he asked me.
“Zack… I don’t know… That was a lot right there.”
He rolled over on top of me and kissed me. He moved down lower, only touching me with his lips. He kissed my nipples, then licked and sucked on them hungrily. He left hickeys all over my chest and I didn’t plan on telling him to stop. I pushed my chest toward him, wanting him to play with my nipples a little more. “Keep going,” I begged. “Please.” He bit down on one of my nipples before he moved away down my stomach, to my clit. “Don’t. Tease. Me,” I groaned. He didn’t. He clamped his lips down over my clit and sucked hard. He rotated between sucking and licking me entrance. “Jesus...” I moaned as I pulled on his hair. “Finger me, Zack. I want to feel you in every way.”
I shoved two fingers inside of me, pressing hard against my g-spot. He licked my clit as he fingered me. I screamed his name as I dug my nails into his scalp and yanked on his hair with my other hand. Something was about to happen, something that had never happened to me before. Zack moved off of my clit and fingered me harder, pressing against my g-spot with everything that he had. He looked into my eyes as I moved my hands over my breasts and pinched my nipples. He always liked it when I pleased myself for him. I wanted to give him everything he liked, because he was giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Zachary…” I moaned, my voice was scratchy and barely audible. “I’m gonna cum,baby… I can’t hold it in any longer.” He nodded at me, knowing what was about to happen. He was doing it on purpose. He pressed against my g-spot a few more times until I clenched tightly around his fingers. He pulled them out as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. He licked his fingers clean and smiled down at me.
Zack looked at the sheet and chuckled deeply. He ripped it from the bed and tossed it onto the floor. I asked him what happened. He grabbed the comforter and covered us up with it. He kissed my lips lightly and pulled me flat against his chest. He kissed my neck and then made way over to my ear. “I made you squirt,” he whispered.
I rolled over to face him and my cheeks reddened. I was embarrassed. I had seen it before in the porn videos that we watched together, but I had never actually experienced it before. I didn’t think I was capable of it. But the way Zack was pressing against my g-spot… I knew that my orgasm was going to be something it had never been before.
“Feel better?” Zacky asked me.
And nodded and smiled at him, taking slow – deep breaths. “Light off…” I groaned, needing sleep. Zacky cradled me against him and kissed my cheeks several times. “Zacky?” I whispered.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I do... Want to move in with you,” I admitted.
“You do? Really?” he sat up halfway.
“If you still want me to.”
“I do,” he kissed my shoulder. “I do. We've been together since we were Seventeen. Minus the month. But still... that's a long time, Isabelle. And I want to make it permanent. Obviously not right now; but maybe next year?”
“Like… marriage?” I asked. “Like a ring, a ceremony… everything?”
“Everything,” kisses her cheek. “Anything you want, beautiful.”
“Then... I want you to propose to me, with a simple ring. And I want you to sweep me off my feet with romanticism,” I giggled.
“Then that, Isabelle,” he whispered as he cupped my cheeks, “is exactly what I shall give you.” He kissed my lips once and then pulled away. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “And I’m sorry for ever [b]doubting your love[/b].”
'[b]Hey, it's Brian[/b],' I read. '[b]You alright? Brea said you were... upset. Everything ok?[/b]' I laughed aloud after I read the text. Everything was nowhere near okay. My boyfriend, the love of my life, wasn't my boyfriend anymore. [i]Because you're stupid![/i] I yelled at myself.
I clicked on his text message and wrote a honest response. '[b]Not really. I just want Zacky again. I miss him.[/b]' I tried to go on dates since we broke up, but it was no use. The one guy that reminded me of Zack turned out to be the complete opposite. '[b]Hmm. Zack's been upset lately. He's either sad or just an ass. He probably misses you too[/b],' his message filled me with hope. Except for the fact that I didn't think that Zack missed me. I hoped that he did, but I really thought I was setting myself up for failure.
'[b]I want him back, Brian. To be honest... I need him.[/b]' I didn't want to sound desperate, but I was. Brian told me to get him back. I was I supposed to do that? How could I just get Zachary back? I dialed Brian's number, figuring that it would be easier for me to vocally talk to him rather than text him.
"Could you tell him to come over?" I nearly pleaded. "It's seriously vital."
"I'll try," he said. The television was playing in the background. He was watching a basketball game or something. Brian mumbled something. He must have hid his phone away from sight. "He doesn't want to, Is," Brian sighed. I could hear Zacky in the background complaining about the basketball game.
"Will you tell hi, I need to talk? Please?"
He was muffled again, but this time I heard two voices instead of one. "I did. And he... Are you sure you want to know what he said?" I told him that I did. "He said, 'Deal with it.'"
"Oh," I sighed. "Okay. Well, tell him I'm sorry that I bothered and that I won't do it again." I stood up and made my way through my small apartment, heading for the kitchen. I scanned the fridge for a beer or two... or even three. "And... tell him," I kept going, "that I just want him to know, I still love him." I cracked the bottle top off and sauntered back to the couch.
"I told him," Brian whispered. It
"You wanna know the fucked up part?" I laughed.
"What?"
"He really wasn't cheating," I whispered. "I left him for no reason. He has every right to hate me, Brian. I found out two weeks later that he really had stayed faithful." Stupid. That's what I was. I was stupid, very stupid.
"What?! What the fuck then?" Brian shouted.
"I didn't know until after I broke up with him, Bri." Brian asked me why I thought Zacky was cheating. His behavior changed. He wasn't as intimate. I saw a picture of a fan girl licking him. I heard rumors. "He wasn't intimate as much because he was stressed," I said, leaning over so that I was putting me weight on my elbows. "You guys were working out. The picture, it was a random fan! They do that. And rumors are rumors. I just fell prey to suspicion. I'm an idiot."
"I tried to tell you that he wasn't cheating, Is."
"I was an idiot. I told you," I reminded him. "I just want to hear his voice and now it's too late." Brian told me that it wasn't too late. He also told me to come over - to come over and talk to Zacky. "What will that accomplish?!" I shouted. "He's just going to scream at me. But I'll try." I didn't even let Brian reply before I was running down the hallway to my bedroom and looking for something to wear. I needed to win Zacky back. And I needed him to see that I was still... the girl that he fell for.
I sighed, scanning through my clothes. "I guess I'll head that way," I told Brian as I pulled out a dark purple over sized v-neck sweater an some skinny jeans."Don't let him leave. And don't tell him I'm coming either." If Brian told him, it was over. He would leave and try to get away from me. I pulled my clothes on and then told Brian that I was on my way over.
I fixed my hair and put on some lip-gloss. Once I thought I looked okay, I grabbed my keys and hurried to my Honda. Quickly, I slid into the driver's seat and turned the car on. I didn't bother putting any music on. I needed to think about what I would say to him. But even if I did think of something... I would probably forget it all the second that I was in front of him. Zacky made me nervous, always. Even after we were familiar with each other. Every time he looked at me my heart flip-flopped inside my chest.
Fifteen minutes later I was parked in front of their apartment, my heart beating a thousand times a second and my mouth dryer than the dessert. I wrapped my fist against the door. Brian pulled the door open and smiled when he saw me. "Hey... He's... real grouchy."
I frowned. "Where is he?"
"At the pool."
I nodded to him. "Thanks, Bri." I walked out their back door and headed straight to the apartment complex's pool. I took a deep breath as I approached him.
He was sitting in a plastic beach chair, drinking a beer, scruffy faced and smoking a cigarette. I cleared my thought, hoping to get his attention.
He turned slightly and once he saw me he flicked some ash off his cigarette and stepped on it. "What do you want?" he asked, looking at me like I was the ugliest insect on the face of the planet.
I sat in the chair next to him. "I want to talk."
"What for?" he asked. "There's nothing to talk about."
"There's a lot to talk about," I whispered as I lit up a cigarette of my own. "I... I owe you a seriously huge apology."
"What for?" he asked. His voice was still and quiet. It was very monotone. He wasn't at all interested in what I had to say. And if he was, he wasn't showing it.
I swallowed, scared to talk, but knowing that I had to. I had to tell him everything. "I know now that you never cheated on me," I said, my voice firm. "I should have just listened to you. But I'm so insecure... I feel like, no. I know you can do better than me so I always thought you would eventually do just that. Then I heard rumors and..." I shook my head. It was about the rumors. I should have just listened. "I should have trusted you."
"That's nice," Zack said as he flicked his cigarette. He stood up, stomped it out and headed back to the apartment he shared with Brian.
I quickly did the same and follows him. "Zack, wait," I cried as I follows him to his room.
"Is... Isabelle," he groaned, "I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Do you not understand that?"
I started to tear up. What he was saying hurt more than he knew. It was killing me. "I-I know," I stammered, my throat feeling like it was closing in on me. "I guess..." I wiped at my eyes, "I guess I just needed you to see that I know you never did anything wrong to me. I was foolish. But, I don't blame you at all, Zack, for not wanting to talk to me ever again." I reached into my jean's pocket and pulled out something small and silver. "Here's your spare key," I said as I placed it on his desk. "I'll... See you around, I guess." I turned to leave when I felt him step closer to me.
"Why didn't you believe me first?!" he shouted as he gabbed my hand. "Why? I never gave you any reason to not trust me, did I? I... I was a good boyfriend, wasn't I?"
"Yes! Yes, of course you were," I nodded. "So good that I thought it must have been too good to be true. It was nothing you did. It was my own insecurities. The only thing that I found odd was that we stopped having sex as much as we used to." I shrugged. "But you were in the studio and things were hectic for you. It was my own insecurities." Sex was sex. It wasn't everything about a relationship... but it was important. It was special. Intimate. It was a connection and I felt as if Zacky and I had lost that.
"Is..." Zacky squeezed my hand, "I want you just as much as I always have. That's never changed. But... I don't know. You doubted me... And I don't know if I can be with you," he whispered.
"Zack, I know. I'm not going to beg for you to take me back. I'm also not going to pretend like it wasn't the biggest mistake of my life to break up with you. But I hope you can try to be my friend..." His friendship was more than I could have hoped for. Forgiveness and friendship. He didn't have to want me back as his girlfriend. But his friend was better than nothing at all, even if it wasn't what I wanted. "I... I'm still in love with you... I don't think I can just be your friend," I said, telling the truth. I pulled my hand away slowly.
"Isabelle?" he asked, his voice soft and shaky.
I looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Don't go," he smiled.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just... lay with me? Like old times? Please?"
"If you don't think it would cause problems... I'd love that." He scooted all the way over to where he was practically laying right up against the wall and patted the empty spot next to him. I kicked off my flats and climbed onto his bed hesitantly.
Zacky rolled onto side, eying me. He was staring at my chest, like he was trying to not watch me movement as I breathed.
"Zack..." I whispered, "you look like you haven't shaved in a few days." I touched his face lightly.
"I haven't," he said practically jerking away from me.
I pulled my hand away quickly. "S-Sorry... Do you not want me to touch you?"
Zacky stared into my eyes. "I... I've... I miss your touch, that's all."
I scooted closer to him to where random parts of our bodies were touching. "Is this okay then?" I asked, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah..." he moved closer to me. "You smell good, babe."
My eyes widened when he called me babe. "Th-thank you," I whispered as I gently laid my hand on his side.
"If I tried to kiss you," he whispered, "would you let me?"
He didn't even have to ask. Of course I would let him. Kissing him was something I missed more than anything. "I'd let you," I smiled lightly. "You don't even have to ask, Zacky."
Zacky smirked at me. "I was just checking."
Zack and his ego. I wanted his arms around me. Laying next to him was nice, but his arms around me, holding me, making me feel like I was his... That was what I truly wanted. "Zack?" I whispered. "I'm sure this is awkward, but... can I please lay against you the way I want to?"
"I want to hold you, Is," he smiled at me as he wrapped his arms around me.
I rested my head against his chest, but then I pulled away again. "Zack?" I laughed. "Uh... when was the last time you took a shower? You... kind of smell, a little." It wasn't necessarily a bad smell. He just smelled like he had just finished playing a show. An hour of bright lights could make you smell pretty ripe.
He chuckled. "It's been a few days. I... uh, I haven't left the house."
"Go take a shower," I told him. "I'll..." I looked around his room and pursed my lips, "tidy up a bit. Then you'll feel a lot better when you get out. Okay?" He climbed over me and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from his dresser. He told me he would be back. I stood up and made my way over to him. I stood on my tip-toes and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?"
"For talking to me again," I smiled, a few little tears starting to make themselves apparent.
"I can't exactly ignore you," he sighed. "No matter how hard I try."
"I don't want you to. I hate being away from you."
"Yeah?" he asked. "Me too."
"Go take your shower!" I giggled. "I'll clean this mess up."
Zack walked off after that. I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom and then I got to work. It was very obviously that he hadn't left the house in a few days. There were pizza boxes making their own little shrine in the corner by his closet. A few unfinished bottles of soda and water and even Jack Daniels. His ashtray looked like it hadn't been emptied in months... or ever. I picked it up and smacked it against the side of the trash can, watching the ashes fall to the bottom. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a heavy-duty trash bag. Quickly, I grabbed all of the pizza boxes and the bottles and the rest of the trash and tossed them into the bag. Once the bag was full, I tied it and took it outside to the big trash can.
Before Zack returned I wanted to change the sheets. I scanned the linen closet for a clean pair. I couldn't find a matching set, but I didn't think Zacky would really care what sheets were on his bed tonight. I made his bed and lit a candle, hoping that the manly-trash smell would go away. I even vacuumed. His room needed a good cleaning. I put movies back in his movie drawer and CDs back in their cabinet. I grabbed his dirty clothes and hauled them to the laundry room. I started a load and then went back to his room. I sat on his bed and waited for him to come back.
Not five minutes later his door came open. He looked around his room and smiled. His hair was a crazed mess from being dried by a towel, but he looked adorable. His nipples were showing through his T-shirt and he shaved too. "I threw the trash away," I smiled at him, "and started a load of laundry. I changed the sheets and vacuumed and put everything else where it goes."
He looked around his room again. "Well... there's something out of place."
"What?" I asked, a little concerned. It didn't lake long, but it wasn't something I had to do. And he didn't even seem thankful, he was just annoyed about whatever it was that was out of place. "I thought I remembered where everything went."
He shook his head at me. "You're sitting on my bed, you aren't under the covers... waiting for me to come cuddle you."
I smiled shyly at him. [i]Now I feel stupid[/i], I thought. I pulled the comforter back and crawled in, waiting for him, like he wanted. He turned the light off and slid in next to me. The candle left enough light so that I could still make out his face. "Thank you," he whispered, "for doing this."
"Cleaning your room?" I asked. "It wasn't a big deal. Thought I did... find some things. You didn't have any Kleenex handy during your... uh, 'special time?' I mean, a shirt works... but there was A LOT."
"Hey, shut up," he chuckled. "It had been a while, okay? What was I supposed to do? Besides... I had blue balls so bad. And I couldn't stop thinking about y-..." he got quiet, "about you."
"It's been a month since we broke up," I sighed. "And two months since we've made love. But I can't get off without you." I cuddled closer to him. "You smell good now. Like my Zacky."
"Can I tell you something?" he asked me. "Something I've never told you before."
"Yes," I smiled. "Of course."
He bit his lip, then pulling one of his snake bites into his mouth and took a deep breath. He was making me nervous. "You were my first."
"I... What?" I hadn't expected him to say that. "Really? I was?"
"Yep," he nodded. "I've had a crush on you since we were thirteen years old. You are the only girl that I've ever loved." He pulled me closer against him. "You're the only one for me, Is. I don't know how to be without you. You've been my best friend since... Kindergarten?" I nodded. "How can I not have you in my life?"
I got teary eyed as he talked to me. "I never knew you felt so strongly. I definitely didn't know that I was your first. You were so good at it... I hadn't ever had an orgasm like that." I blushed as I said those things. We hadn't had a conversation like this in months. I laced my fingers with his. "Zacky, I'd like to work on this, on getting us back together. If you want..."
"Do you rust me though?" he asked. "I mean... I know you're afraid. But I'll never do what he did. I'll never leave you like your dad did. I promise," he whispered. "I love you too much."
My father... "I trust you," I whispered, "I do. With everything I have. I love you, Zachary." He cupped my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I was so happy in that moment that I could have sang. I felt like I was going to float up off of the floor and hit the ceiling. I kissed him back, holding the back of his head, sliding my fingers against his scalp like he liked it. I pulled away, "I almost forgot what that was like..."
I loved Zack for many reasons. One being that he was indeed my best friend, but he was the only friend that I had whenever my dad did leave me and my mother. I was young, around fifteen. My mom had just been diagnosed with cancer and it was just 'too tough' for my father to handle. He started sleeping at the office... or that's what he told us, he really sleeping at his secretary's house. Once my mom started chemo, he just never came home. Zack spent the night for about a week straight. I was surprised that my mom let him. But she knew how much I needed him and she knew that were only [i]friends[/i]. But we weren't... I had liked him since before we were thirteen. Zacky was the only boy that I ever really liked, ever.
"Let me remind you," he said, bringing me back to the kiss. Zacky rolled over on top of me and kissed me again. He slipped his tongue between my lips and moved his left hand up and down my shoulder to my wrist. I slid my hands up and down his back, moving my fingers against his muscles. I moved my hands under his T-shirt and worked his muscles with my palms.
Zack pulled away and looked right at me. "I forgive you, Is, but from now on if you're ever doubting, tell me. We'll talk this out instead of you hastily breaking up with me again. Ok?"
"Yes," I promised. "Definitely. So you w-want to be with me again?"
"I don't want anyone else... ever."
I gripped onto his shirt. “I don’t either.”
“I love you, Is. You and only you. That’s how it’s always been.” He kissed my forehead and I fell in love with him a little more.
“I love you just the same, Z.” I stayed quiet for a minute. I wanted to ask him if he wanted me to sleep over tonight, but I didn’t know how he would respond or if it was too soon for that to start happening again. “Do you want me to spend the night here, tonight?”
He kissed my lips lightly. “I want you to stay here… every night.”
“Like… move in?” My heart rate was peaking. He had to hear my heart beating. Everyone in the apartment complex had to hear my heart beating. “That’s a huge step, Zack.”
“So?” he asked. “We’ve been together since…” he thought about it for a second, he had to get our ages right or I would smack him, “we were seventeen?”
“Let’s just give it a few weeks,” I told him, cupping his face. “We’ve been apart for a little while and I don’t want you to regret anything, ok? I don’t think we should just jump into it…”
“I only regret giving you doubts,” he frowned.
“It wasn’t your fault!” I whispered. “It’s okay if you don’t want to have sex every day. I just wasn’t used to that. We used to have sex like… every night and every morning. You were stressed out, I know. And I shouldn’t have assumed that you were getting it elsewhere.”
“Babe,” Zacky chuckled, “you just like me for my body, huh?”
“WHAT!?” I shouted. “No, Zacky. I swear. It’s not like that.”
“I was kidding…”
“Oh,” I shook my head. I felt stupid. I should have known that he was joking. “I’m an idiot,” I laughed. He lifted my face up to look at him. He smiled down at me and told me that I wasn’t an idiot. But I was. I truly was. I thought that the man who loved me was cheating. I should’ve known that he wasn’t… “I’m afraid of upsetting you,” I admitted. I had to watch what I said to him because of everything that had happened and everything that we were trying to patch back together.
“Why?” he asked. “I’m not mad at you. Not even a little bit.”
“Zack, you hated me like an hour ago.”
“I didn’t hate you.”
“You said you didn’t want anything to do with me. I thought I would never see you again,” I frowned.
He frowned and kissed my cheek. “I know, I was just mad. And I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to talk and explain earlier. You can ask Brian… I had been contemplating calling you for days.” I asked him why he didn’t. I wanted to know what he had been thinking during our break up. “I don’t know… I was more hurt than angry.”
“I’m sorry for the time we spent apart, Zack.”
“Good,” he kissed my shoulder. “You should be.”
“I am,” I kissed Zack’s cheek. “Can I borrow a pair of short to sleep in? My jeans are uncomfortable at the moment.”
“No,” he snapped. “You have perfectly good panties to sleep in.” He smiled wide at me, little tard. “Or!” he shouted, a light bulb turning on in his head, “we can sleep naked!”
I giggled. “I’ll sleep in my panties.” He rolled off of me and I pulled the comforter back. I crawled over him and stood up, facing him. Slowly, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them door, then I got back in bed with him.
Zack scooted to the edge, by the wall again and pulled his T-shirt off. He tossed it onto the floor and my eyes roamed over his chest. [i]Wow[/i], I thought. He was as good looking as ever. He kissed my shoulder, making goose bumps creep across my body. “Thanks for being stubborn and bugging me until I listened.”
“Y-You’re welcome,” I stuttered. His stupid, sexy shirtless-ness was getting to me.
He noticed and moved to the blanket down to where his entire chest, all the way down to his belly button was showing. He looked at me and smiled, “I love you.”
I swallowed hard, making sure not to touch him. If I touched him… I would rape him. “I love you, too.” He chuckled and asked me why I looked so nervous. “You’re shirtless… It just… it makes me all flustered.”
“Maybe you should be shirtless too,” he smiled playfully at me.
“Are you sure this isn’t too soon?”
“Is…” he sighed, “I’ve been wanting you for days.”
“I’ve been wanting you for nearly two months,” I spat.
“Why did you stop trying to have sex with me?” he asked. “I felt like you were losing interest.”
“Well…” I sighed again, “I stopped trying when you stopped responding to my advances. I just assumed it was because you had found someone else to have sex with.”
He shook his head, his face turning a light shade of red. “Never… No one will ever, ever be as good to me. Ever… and I mean in every way possible. Romantically, emotionally, physically. You were made for me, Isabelle.”
“If It’s ever too much stress with the band and everything, tell me why you don’t want to have sex,” I said. “Don’t just push me off… that’s what started it.”
He nodded. “I understand. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I did… I just didn’t want to disappoint you.” He went on about how he was afraid to have sex while he was stressed out because he didn’t think that he would get hard. [i]Great[/i], I thought. I wasn’t getting my own boyfriend hard. He pushed his face against the pillow when he realized what I was thinking. “It’s not like that…” he groaned. “You always get me hard. In fact,” he looked under the covers, “I’m kind of hard right now.” He laughed. “But I was just scared and stressed out… and I don’t know, it’s all crazy talk now.”
I scooted away from him. “Face away from me, please,” I prompted. Zack looked confused. “I’m going to rape you if you don’t.”
“You can’t rape the willing, Issie,” he laughed. My heart jumped at the old nickname. He hadn’t called me Issie in a long – long time. I reached down, under the blankets and touched his erection over his shorts. His eyes burned with lust and love. “Is… I…. Please?” he begged.
“I can suck… you off,” I whispered, “if you want me to.”
He frowned. “Do you not want me to make love to you?”
“I do,” I said, “I really, really do. I’m just… scared.” I buried my face against his side.
“Scared?” He asked. “Why, baby?” He kissed the top of my head.
“It’s been so long… I don’t know.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised before he pressed his lips against my neck. He placed his hand on my bare thigh. My skin burned from where he touched me.
“Your dick is so big…” I blushed, “and I haven’t gotten off in a long time. I’m – I don’t know.”
“What if I get your off with my fingers first?” He asked as he brushed his fingertips underneath the elastic of my panties. I shivered as he kissed me and sucked on my bottom lip a little. I groaned against his lips, my back arching. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and rubbed me over my panties. I grabbed his hand as we kissed and shoved it into my panties. Zack scooted closer to me and laid on his side, but I was laying on my back. He pressed his lips against my ear. “Feisty tonight, aren’t you?” he whispered as he rubbed circles against my clit with his fingers.
“Oh, god,” I moaned breathlessly, “Zacky…” I dug my nails into his bicep.
“You haven’t gotten yourself off at all?” he whispered before kissing my temple.
I shook my head. “N-No, I couldn’t. I tried. I got close, but I just couldn’t without you.”
“Want to know something funny?” Zack asked me. I nodded. “Every time I jacked off I felt like I was cheating on you… with myself,” he laughed, looking embarrassed. “Only you can touch me. Only you.” He kissed my cheek.
“That’s so cute,” I smiled, still moaning from his fingers. “Kiss me, Zacky.”
Zacky moved his hand over my pussy and slid two fingers inside me, pressing upward as he ran his lips over my face. He kissed my lips and slid his tongue against mine. I hissed as he pressed against my g-spot. “E-easy, Zacky…” He asked me if it hurt. “A little.” I loosened my grip on his arm. He moved his fingers slowly.
“You’re getting wet, Issie,” he said, kissing me again. We made out for a few minutes as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. He moved his fingers to my clit against and started rubbing in circles to get me wetter. “Better?”
I moaned loudly and clutched onto his arm again. “Y-yes. It’s still… tight, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Just wait until I’m inside you,” he kissed me hard, pressing against my g-spot again.
I cried out loudly and clenched around his fingers. “ZACKY!” I yelled. “Right there… Please keep touching me right there.”
He pushed against my g-spot. “Is that what you want, beautiful?”
“Oh f-” I got quiet because I was so close to screaming. “YES!” I couldn’t hold it in. “Keep going. My… fucking…”
He chuckled as he pressed harder and faster. “Cum for me, Isabelle.”
I clenched tightly around him as my orgasm was getting closer and closer. My thighs were shaking and I was practically biting through my cheek to stop myself from screaming. I clung to his arm with both of my hands as I moaned his name. He kissed me again and told me that I was shaking. “B-because… of y-you,” I panted.
“You like it,” he chuckled as he kissed me neck, licking over the sensitive part by my ear.
“I love you, Zack…” I moaned. “I love you so much.” I shook against his hand and bit down on his bicep as I came.
“Mmm…” he hummed. “I love you, too, baby.”
“Zacky…” I moaned, nervously, “I… I don’t know if I can handle all of you.” He frowned. Zacky wanted to have sex. I wanted to have sex, but… “I want to try, Z. I want you. It’s… it’s not even about getting off, babe. I just want to be close to you. I want to connect with you on an intimate level.”
“I want that, too,” he kissed me and nuzzled against me for a few minutes. He stood up and made his way over to his dresser. He pulled it open and I heard the plastic rip open as he opened the condom wrapper.
“You don’t have… to use one,” I whispered. “If you don’t want to.” I didn’t want Zack to think I was easy, but I wanted to feel him, all of him.
“Ok,” he chuckled. “I feel like I’m about to lose my virginity to you… again. I’m nervous, Is.”
“Why didn’t you tell me back then?”
“That I was your first?” I nodded. “I don't know... I didn't really know how you felt back then. And I felt like... I don't know... I didn't want to disappoint you. So I didn't mention it.”
“What’s up with you always being afraid of disappointing me?” I asked, smiling. He cared a lot about me and that meant the world to me. “Plus, it would have been worse if you weren’t as amazing as you were. I would’ve just thought you sucked,” I laughed. “But you blew my fucking mind, Zachary.”
“I did?” he whispered as he kissed my cheek. “You intimidated me. You were the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on,” he smiled. “You still are.”
I blushed deeply. “Zacky… you’re so handsome and sexy… and… I’m intimidated by you too. Constantly, actually.”
“Good,” he smiled.
“Good?” I asked, confused.
“Yes,” he whispered as he tucked some hair behind my ear. “I like making you nervous. Making your hair raise up on the back of your neck. Making your heart beat. Making your hands shake.”
“Check, check, check and check,” I giggled. “Anything else?”
He shook his head. “I love you.”
“You don’t get sick of saying it,” I said, “do you?”
“Never,” he said as he pulled me against him. “I missed you so much,” he whispered as he kissed my neck. “Like I said, I can’t live without you. I might have only been a month or so… but… it was awful.”
“I was without you longer than a month, Zack.” He gave me a questioning look. Of course he didn’t know what I was talking about. “You hadn’t been you for a while, Z. I felt alone. I used to cry almost every night. I tried to talk to you about it so many times, but you never listened.” He asked me when I tried to talk to him. “I'd come to you and be like, ‘Can we talk? It's important.’ You'd wave it off and be like, ‘Later. I'm busy.’ or ‘I don't want to talk right now.’”
“You should have forced me to listen to you…”
“No,” I sighed. “You should have wanted to listen. But let’s stop talking about it, ok? We’re here. We’re together now. That’s all that matters. You know what I want?” I asked.
“What, babe?”
I reached between us, under the blankets and rubbed my palm against his erection. “That…”
He groaned. “Is… just take them off, please?”
“My panties or your shorts?” I smirked, teasing him.
“Both?” he smiled. “Please?”
I stood up and slipped my shirt off and then I reached around behind me and unbuttoned my bra. Zack’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. I hooked my thumbs into the front of my panties and pulled them down extra slowly. “How’s this, Zachary?”
He stared at me, mouth open wide. “Y-you’re naked.”
“Yeah…” I smiled. “That’s what you wanted, right?” I felt self-conscious. He nodded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he smiled wide. “Nothing at all.” He moved off of the bed and stood in front of me. He pulled off his basketball shorts and his boxers. I looked down at his hard cock and my mouth started to water. I was even more nervous now that we were both naked. He cupped my butt cheeks and kissed my neck, pressing his cock against my thigh.
I moaned when he touched me. I bit my lip as I looked at his dick and trailed my fingers along his chest. “You’re so… big,” I whispered. “Do… you want me to turn the light on or leave it off?”
“Turn it on,” he smiled. “I want to see you when I’m moving in and out of you.”
I blushed as I moved my fingertips along his jawline. “I’d like to see your face when you cum inside of me.”
He shivered. “Shit. I have a feeling that you’re going to be the death of me.”
“The death of you?” I asked. “I hope not.” I started stroking his cock as I looked into his eyes. “Are you going to get on top of me or are we just going to stand here?”
“I…” he laughed as he picked me up and laid me down on his bed. He laid next to me then rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. I slid my hands down his back to ass and squeezed.
“Mmm… still as good as I remember,” I giggled.
“What’s it with you and my ass?” he asked, laughing. “You’ve always loved my ass.” He kissed my neck.
“It’s just so…” I bit my lip, trying to think of the words, I slapped his butt, “perfect. All muscle and round and…” I giggled. “Wow. I have a problem.”
“No, you don’t,” he moved his lips across my neck. “I feel the same about your thighs.” He moved under the covers and planted kisses along my thigh. “They’re so…” he ran his hands over my thighs, “perfect,” he mocked me. I looked under the covers and watched as he stared at my pussy then back up to me, a wicked smile on his face. He licked his lips and then licked over my clit quickly.
“O-Oh god,” I moaned. “I forgot… your tongue.” I slid my fingers into his black hair. “Do it, babe.”
Zack flicked his tongue against my clit back and forth, kind of teasing me, but not. I pulled on his hair lightly. “Shit…” I was already breathing heavy and panting. “Zack… how do you know exactly what to do?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckled, his breath hitting my pussy. “I just know what to do to you, that’ll all.” He kissed clit then swirled his tongue around it, sucking hard.
“Mmm…” I moaned loudly. “I like it when you kiss me there.” He kissed my clit again and then went back to sucking on it. “Zacky… please… stop or I’ll cum again.”
“Sorry…” he whispered as he moved off. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I kissed him. “Are you ready to make love to me now?” I pulled him flat against me. “I want to feel every inch of you, Zachary.”
He closed his eyes for a second. “You’re gonna get me off just by talking,” he chuckled. “Fuck… you’re amazing.”
I smiled deviously. “Well, don’t… I want it inside me, Z. Not all over me.”
“Okay, okay!” he laughed. He put his weight on one arm and used the other to grab his cock. He rubbed the head against me, getting it wet and slowly started to push it inside of me. I bit my lip, breathing slowly because it did hurt a little. I clamped my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the pleasure and not the pain. Zack leaned forward pushing all the way inside of me, he didn’t move though, he stayed still and kissed my forehead lightly. We locked eyes. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I… I’m…” I struggled for words. “It hurts, but I’ll be fine in a few minutes. It’s kind of hot when you think about it… you sitting inside of me.”
He chuckled quietly and kissed me neck, sucking on the skin by my throat. “Just let me know when I can move, alright?” He slid his hand up my body and groped me, pinching my nipples. He kissed me again as he traced lightly circles around them, making them harden. I put my hands over his and told him to move, just slowly for the time being. He kissed my lips again and started to move in and out. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He slid his hands up and into my hair. He made a fist, but he didn’t pull on it. He cupped my face with his other hand.
“Shit,” I moaned.
He moved a tiny bit faster, pulling my hair lightly and turning me on a lot more. He rested his head against the side of mine and moaned into the pillow, by my ear. “Fuck, Isabelle. You’re so tight, baby.”
“And y-you’re so big…” I giggled through my moans. I gripped onto his shoulders and let out a few soft moans. “Zack, you’re hitting every spot inside me without even trying.”
“Scratch my back,” he said. I dug my nails into his back and dragged them downwards. He slammed into my g-spot, making me jerk. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to move faster, telling me he loved me as he did.
I arched my back, pressing my chest against his. “I love you too… but Z-Zacky, can you talk to me like you used to?”
“I’m trying to be sweet!” he laughed. “You horny girl.”
I smiled and pulled him down on me again, I slowed his speed with my legs. “Be sweet. Take your time. I’m just so…” I shook my head. “You make me feel things, things I only feel with you.”
“Good,” he whispered against my lips. “I want it to be the best with me… I want to leave you wanting more and more.”
“You do,” I smiled. “That’s why I always wanted you, Zachary. FUCK!” I shouted. “You keep pressing against…” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades.
He did it again. “Is that what you want, baby?”
“ZACK, fuck… you’re gonna make me cum.” He kissed me neck and sucked, making sure to leave a mark. A mark that said that I was his. His and only his. “Zacky!” my legs started shaking. “D-don’t cum yet, okay?” I shook as I clung onto him and my orgasm hit hard.
“I won’t,” he smiled. “I’m not there yet.”
“S-sorry,” I panted.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I love making you cum.”
I clenched around him. “You just like it when that happens,” I winked at him.
“True,” he smiled. “Very true.” And then when I wasn’t expecting it at all he thrusted deeply inside of me.
“FUCK!” I screamed. “Zacky… you’re so good. Oh, god.”
He laced our fingers together and pinned my hands over my head, thrusting harder and faster. “You’re so wet, Is. I can feel it…”
“I-I came,” I laughed. “Of course I’m wet.”
He chuckled. “You never get this wet, babe.”
“R-really?” I squeezed his hands in mine. “It’s… This is amazing, I’m not surprised.”
“It’s fucking hot,” he moaned as he thrusted hard again.
“Z…” I screamed. “Not so h-hard.”
“Sorry,” he smiled, “it feels really – really good.”
“Yeah, it fucking does. Can we change positions, baby?” I asked.
“What do you want?” he asked me.
“Lay behind me and hold me while we do it,” I smiled. “I love that. You make me feel so... protected.”
He pulled out and moved behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and moved one hand up, cupping my breast and pinching my nipples between his fingers. Zack moved one leg between mine and slid inside of me rather roughly. “FUCK, Issie,” he moaned. “You’re so… you feel fucking perfect.”
“Y-You do too,” I stammered as I grabbed onto the sheet and pulled, trying not to lose it and cum again. He squeezed my breast firmly as he moved in and out of me, moaning as he did. I held onto him tightly. “Never let me leave again. Okay?”
“Never,” he kissed my ear. “Never let me push our relationship off. Okay?”
I turned my head to the side and kissed him, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moved his hand off of my breast, to my face and cupped my cheek as he kissed me. I moaned against his lips he slid his tongue against mine and slammed his cock against my g-spot again and again and again. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed my bottom toward him, letting him hit deeper and deeper inside of me. “ZACK…” I groaned. “I’m getting close again.”
“Me too,” he said as he licked my neck and sucked hard by my ear. He pressed against my body as he moved in and out. He moved his h and from my face and moved it down my body and between my legs. Quickly, he rubbed circles around my clit with his fingers.
I started to twitch. “T-too much, Zachary.”
“I’m not stopping, Isabelle,” he moaned. “I want you to cum. I want you to lose it.” He bit down hard on my neck. I started shaking even worse than I had been before. I felt my insides tense up as I clenched around his cock. “Mmm,” he groaned. “Issie… I’m… I’m gonna. Can I cum inside you, baby?” I held onto him tightly, screaming for him to do exactly that. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warmth inside of me. My body was losing control of itself. My hips bucked and I thrashed, trying to get away from his fingers, but I couldn’t. “Are you okay, babe?” Zack asked me when I stopped moving.
“Yes… Yes,” I swallowed as I pulled his arms around me tighter. “I… I just had… the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I laughed. My body just went still once it was over. He licked my neck and chuckled against my skin.
“Want to cum again?” he asked me.
“Zack… I don’t know… That was a lot right there.”
He rolled over on top of me and kissed me. He moved down lower, only touching me with his lips. He kissed my nipples, then licked and sucked on them hungrily. He left hickeys all over my chest and I didn’t plan on telling him to stop. I pushed my chest toward him, wanting him to play with my nipples a little more. “Keep going,” I begged. “Please.” He bit down on one of my nipples before he moved away down my stomach, to my clit. “Don’t. Tease. Me,” I groaned. He didn’t. He clamped his lips down over my clit and sucked hard. He rotated between sucking and licking me entrance. “Jesus...” I moaned as I pulled on his hair. “Finger me, Zack. I want to feel you in every way.”
I shoved two fingers inside of me, pressing hard against my g-spot. He licked my clit as he fingered me. I screamed his name as I dug my nails into his scalp and yanked on his hair with my other hand. Something was about to happen, something that had never happened to me before. Zack moved off of my clit and fingered me harder, pressing against my g-spot with everything that he had. He looked into my eyes as I moved my hands over my breasts and pinched my nipples. He always liked it when I pleased myself for him. I wanted to give him everything he liked, because he was giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Zachary…” I moaned, my voice was scratchy and barely audible. “I’m gonna cum,baby… I can’t hold it in any longer.” He nodded at me, knowing what was about to happen. He was doing it on purpose. He pressed against my g-spot a few more times until I clenched tightly around his fingers. He pulled them out as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. He licked his fingers clean and smiled down at me.
Zack looked at the sheet and chuckled deeply. He ripped it from the bed and tossed it onto the floor. I asked him what happened. He grabbed the comforter and covered us up with it. He kissed my lips lightly and pulled me flat against his chest. He kissed my neck and then made way over to my ear. “I made you squirt,” he whispered.
I rolled over to face him and my cheeks reddened. I was embarrassed. I had seen it before in the porn videos that we watched together, but I had never actually experienced it before. I didn’t think I was capable of it. But the way Zack was pressing against my g-spot… I knew that my orgasm was going to be something it had never been before.
“Feel better?” Zacky asked me.
And nodded and smiled at him, taking slow – deep breaths. “Light off…” I groaned, needing sleep. Zacky cradled me against him and kissed my cheeks several times. “Zacky?” I whispered.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I do... Want to move in with you,” I admitted.
“You do? Really?” he sat up halfway.
“If you still want me to.”
“I do,” he kissed my shoulder. “I do. We've been together since we were Seventeen. Minus the month. But still... that's a long time, Isabelle. And I want to make it permanent. Obviously not right now; but maybe next year?”
“Like… marriage?” I asked. “Like a ring, a ceremony… everything?”
“Everything,” kisses her cheek. “Anything you want, beautiful.”
“Then... I want you to propose to me, with a simple ring. And I want you to sweep me off my feet with romanticism,” I giggled.
“Then that, Isabelle,” he whispered as he cupped my cheeks, “is exactly what I shall give you.” He kissed my lips once and then pulled away. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “And I’m sorry for ever [b]doubting your love[/b].”
Holy mother. Amazing
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