Part 7 (2/2)
”What?” My voice was loud and shocked, and he laughed.
”You should see your expression right now.” He ran a finger across my cheek. ”I'm guessing that means you've never done it?”
”Done what?” I could barely get the words out.
”Made love in the backdoor?”
”Made love in the backdoor?” I laughed. ”I think it's generally known as a.n.a.l, and no I haven't.”
”Hmm.” He licked his lips. ”So I guess I can still take your virginity.”
”Zane.” I hit him lightly in the chest. ”You're gross.”
”It's not gross.” He laughed and his eyes teased me.
”Have you done it?” I looked at him, with a slightly sad feeling.
”Uh oh.” He looked at me with uncertainty. ”We're not going to have the s.e.x talk, are we?”
”The s.e.x talk?” I was confused.
”The how many partners, how many different places, how many positions talk?”
”I wasn't planning on it.” I paused. ”But I suppose if you want to.”
”I don't know. I've never found these conversations to be very helpful in relations.h.i.+ps.”
”I thought you haven't been in relations.h.i.+ps before.” I frowned.
”I've never been in love. Of course I've dated. I'm not a monk.”
”Okay.” I felt jealousy stirring in my stomach. ”So have you made love in the backdoor before?”
”Uh oh, what have I done?” He sighed. ”Lucky, don't be jealous.”
”I'm not jealous.” I protested. ”I just want to know.”
”Then yes, yes I have.”
”I see.” I looked away from him, trying to ignore the gnawing at my heart. ”And was it everything you had hoped it to be?”
”What?” He looked bemused. ”a.n.a.l s.e.x?”
”Yes.”
”It wasn't all that.” He laughed. ”I could take it or leave it.”
”I see.” I looked down and he grabbed my chin so that I would look at him.
”I've never made love to someone with a p.u.s.s.y as sweet as yours, my dear.”
”Zane.” I blushed furiously at his words.
”Well, it's the truth.” He grinned at me and leaned forward. ”Your p.u.s.s.y was made for my c.o.c.k.”
”Zane!” I shook my head at the crudeness of his words, while delighted inside that he had said them.
”I fit in you perfectly. Your body was made to welcome me. It was made to pleasure me. It was made to turn me on.” He growled. ”I can barely look at you without wanting you.”
”Liar.” I happily blushed again.
”It's true. I want you like no woman I've ever wanted before in my life.”
”And I guess there have been plenty of them?”
”We're definitely not having this conversation, Lucky.” He licked my lips and stared into my eyes. ”I'm with you and the past doesn't matter, okay?”
”I guess.”
”Okay?”
”Okay,” I sighed, wondering just how many women he had been with. He was gorgeous and rich; he must have been with plenty of women. And I bet they were all beautiful, a lot prettier than me, with perfect bodies. Zane could have any woman he wanted. I felt insecure as I lay there in his arms. Why would he want me when he could have any of those women?
”Lucky, look at me,” Zane sighed. ”Please believe me when I say that I don't want to be with anyone but you.”
I stared at him in amazement, wondering if he had a wiretap on my mind and was now able to read my thoughts as well. As I gazed into his blue eyes, I could see the love he had for me s.h.i.+ning through his irises.
”You're a goof.” I kissed him.
”I want to make love to you again so badly,” he growled in my ear. ”I want to feel my skin on your skin.”
”You feel it now.”
”I want my c.o.c.k to feel the heat of your p.u.s.s.y as it slides up in you and makes you quiver and tremble,” he whispered again and I blushed.
”Zane!”
”Maybe soon.” He smiled wickedly. ”If you're pregnant, we can have all the unprotected s.e.x we want.”
”Oh.” My eyes widened at his words. ”I guess we can.”
”And if you're not, will you go on birth control?” His voice was hesitant.
”Birth control?” I frowned.
”Well, if you're not pregnant, then we want to make sure you don't get pregnant.” He laughed.
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