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Zayne’s hands were trembling. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it. Is this really happening? It was nearly unbelievable after years of waiting for the right person, months of tender kisses and wonderful dates. Snowflakes showered down around them, him and her, the woman who had always been on his mind. His breath raced as his heartbeat thundered. He was nervous.
He had carried her, from the desk to the bed, adrenaline giving his body the autopilot it needed to take them here, to the dark confines of his bedroom but now… His breath hitched as he braced himself above her. Zayne caught the flash of her eyes as he leaned closer, mouth still burning from the feel of their shared kisses. He wanted so ardently… but he had never done this before. Alcohol had long burned from his system and in many ways, he almost wished he could still feel its buzz as he carefully slid his trembling fingers to capture hers and bring it to his mouth for a tender kiss.
She smiled so warmly he nearly melted, her free hand coming to tug at the back of his neck and bring him closer. Careful not to crush her beneath his weight he met her lips with his own, desperation once more surging through his veins as she nipped and tasted, tongue dipping to tangle with his in a dance that had his brain fuzzing, body heating, even as his evol vented ice into the air.
She broke off with a sigh, mouth dipping to his neck and licking along the column of his throat. “Zayne…”
The sound of his name had his hand tightening around hers, hips bucking without permission. God... He flushed, embarrassed, rearing back with heated ears at the blatant betrayal of his body, his lack of control.
She chuckled and smoothed his hair back gently, grinning. “Hmmm like that?” The question was rhetorical, sure hands pulling on him, pushing their chests together as she continued to lick and suck along his throat in a heady mix that had his head spinning.
He had always wondered what it would be like to give himself to intimacy. Zayne had researched it like he had anything else. Anatomy books and romance novels… erotica and even porn, though that was more to seek relief for his own desires when it all got to be too much. A doctor knew better than anyone that porn was hardly a good representation of intimacy. However, he knew the mechanics, knew the steps, had planned them a thousand times over in the landscape of his own mind, but she was stripping his ability to think completely. He should be doing something to her in return. Kisses to her neck and chest, caresses and fingers set to explore, but it was like his brain had completely checked out as he focused almost entirely on keeping control. On stopping the embarrassing demands of his body that had him seconds away from jumping her like a horny teenager.
Unaware of his frantic thoughts his hunter moved. She hooked his leg with hers and flipped them, coming down on his chest with a predatory look. Good. God… Warm fingers worked dextrously at the last buttons of his shirt, undoing them and parting the fabric with a gentle caress. She sighed softly and dipped her head, mouth trailing along his pecs and down his abdomen which jumped with each warm wet touch. His brain was gone. “You’re so handsome, Zayne, have I ever told you that?”
A strangled sound rumbled up from his throat as she stared up at him from his belly button. Sweat slid and mixed with the snow continually melting against his skin, he blinked and breathed deep, rallying even as she teased along the sides of his waist in a tender caress that had a breathy gasp slip past his lips. Embarrassing! But she didn’t stop, smiling and flushing, cataloging his responses like they were something precious. I should be doing that to her. Were their roles not supposed to be reversed in this?!
The thought was fleeting as her hand drifted to the zipper on his pants with cloying lightness. Zayne cursed in his head, jerking unthinkingly, fingers tightening in the bedspread below. It was barely anything, barely even a brush of a touch, but it was her. It made something in him feral. Hazel eyes were wide as he quickly fixed his gaze on the ceiling. This would be over with embarrassing swiftness if he looked down. The feel of her hands mapping and sliding continued, around his thighs and back up to his hips, squeezing and testing as nails raked along his stomach leaving the sensation of bursting fireworks in their wake.
“You’re going to kill me.” He huffed the words out, masking the sounds bubbling in his throat with ferocity. Control… Zayne reached for her exploring hands almost desperately. He felt like a stranger possessed him as he dragged her up along the length of his body, swallowing her chuckle with his mouth as every inch of him clamored. He wanted to be inside her, god, he had never wanted anything more. It beat against his brain as their skin met. She smelt amazing. The softness of her arms in his palms, the tickle of her hair against his chest, the excited beat of her heart where it pressed to his. More…
He lacked her grace, fingers used to delicate surgery suddenly clumsy as they fought the tiny zipper on the back of her dress, but it needed to go. Now. His hunter however, refused to stay still, eagerly tasting from his mouth as he battled his nemesis. The urge to rip the offending garment in half was both growing and sputtering as she shoved her fingers into his hair and raked her nails through the thick strands in a move that had his entire body shivering. It was unstoppable this time, the moan that left his mouth, body arching up into hers in an uncontrolled buck that had her squeaking lightly.
Goddamit. He could feel the burn in his ears consume his entire face and rush down his chest. He was not being anywhere near as suave or at ease as he had wanted to be, all his calm projections of stability flying out the window along with what seemed to be every single one of his brain cells. His worries were short lived as she let out a delighted hum above him, eyes dark where they caught his. “Oh Zayne…” A sigh and a gasp. “You don’t know what you do to me.” She panted, her thighs trembling as she leaned close, grinding down on his abs with a groan that had his mouth parting in shock. Her lips brushed his ear as she played with the strands of his hair. “Make that sound again, Zayne. Please?”
Realization dawned as he shuddered letting her tug his head back as she attacked his throat once more with a breathy sigh. His hunter was even more feral than he.
At last he managed to get rid of her zipper, the fabric parting and draping forward. She sat back just enough to pull the entire ensemble off over her head, fuzzing her hair adorably in the process before she reached behind her for the clasp of her bra.
His brain stuttered as she undid it in one swift move and promptly tossed it into the depths of his bedroom. She sat there, astride him, colour high in her cheeks even as she stubbornly jutted her chin forward in a clear dare. Her nerves were evident in the shake of her hand and the heave of her breath as she hesitantly grabbed his hand and brought it to the taunt skin of her stomach. Zayne must have looked panicked, or something because she chuckled uncertainly. “Touch me…?”
Yes… please… Slowly, carefully, he stroked upwards, mapping her as she had him. Scared hands splayed lightly across the expanse of her ribs and the dip of her waist, testing and cataloging each hitch of her breath as she flushed deeply. God but she felt so wonderful. It felt like he needed permission to touch her breasts, years of social conditioning keeping his eyes on her face even as he desperately wanted to look downwards. She smiled, laughing lightly and leaning forward to brace herself over him. “It’s okay, you can look.” Her fingers tangled with his and dragged them to her breast with a deep blush. “I want you to look.”
His hand shook as he gently cupped the heft and weight of them in his hands, careful where he tested her reactions to gentle squeezes and flicking fingers, moving to brace her back with his arm and pull her forward. He wanted to taste. All that research was finally going to amount to something. Her breathy sigh above him at the first tentative move his mouth made had his brain shorting once more, heartbeat clamoring. His pants were beyond uncomfortable at this point, nearly painful where they constrained him. She was grinding unthinkingly against his abdomen once again but now without the dress he could feel the lace of her panties and they were damp. The realization was like a shot of adrenaline.
He flipped them at that, careful not to crush her as he caught her mouth with his. Her hands wrestled with the lingering remnants of his shirt, frantic mouths barely parting as he forced himself to lean back and shrug off the last of it. Tossing it aside he returned, her thigh caught beneath his hand as he lifted it and over balanced her, urging her onto her back. He kissed down her neck and torso, carefully, lingeringly, but god he wanted. Control was quickly sliding away once more, sinking as he tasted her skin, felt the give of her body.
Zayne trailed down to the hem of her panties, hooking his fingers into the lace before meeting her eyes. Consent. He forced himself to still as he waited. Her eager nod was immediate as their eyes met, a smile unthinkingly crinkling at the corner of his mouth as he tugged them away. The colour in her face was high as he peeled them free and threw them with the rest of their clothes, her calves sliding closed slightly as he returned and met her eyes. His cheeks heated to match hers as he moved forward to kiss her tenderly, gently.
His hunter was embarrassed. It coloured her skin and shone bright in her eyes. “Sorry just-” she stuttered and laughed lightly. “Never had anyone but a doctor look at me naked before.” The smirk curling his lips and parted mouth had her snorting loudly and batting a hand against his shoulder. “Keep that thought to yourself, Zaynie.”
“Of course.” He chuckled, chest easing at their shared mirth. Kissing her once more and carding his fingers carefully through her hair. She sighed into it and relaxed, legs parting to allow him to settle between them. It sent a thrill zinging up his spine but he beat the sensation back down, fingers travelling carefully, distractingly across her body. He could feel the damp heat radiated from her core as he gently caressed his hand down across the curls on her pelvis and through her folds. Good god. But no book or movie could have prepared him for the feel of her. She was slick, the slippery warmth of it making him tremble. He was careful as he stroked, seeking and finding, brain buzzing. The clitoris should be… Her entire body jerked as he brushed over the area, spasming as she grunted against his neck. Sensitive indeed.
Circling motions? Strokes? He watched her face carefully as her lips parted in a gasp and she arched into his touch. Little sounds escaped from her mouth, nothing like the loud moans of the actors he had watched on his phone in the dead of night. This was better. How intimate to watch the way her face scrunched and brows furrowed, the breathy sounds of her pleasure real and grounded as her hands tangled in his hair. It all felt desperately vulnerable, a deep trust placed in his palms.
“Zayne-!” His name was a gasp on her shaky lips, her pupils dilated as she pushed herself into his touch. “You can- y-you-!” He understood, settling on his side to free both of his hands, tugging her back into the cradle of his chest. They were pressed together from head to toe, his head hooked over her shoulder as his hands returned, the one beneath her now reaching down to stroke her folds carefully, the other coming from below to feel the slick heat of her. She groaned and ground backwards, ass rubbing against the trapped length of his cock in a wave that had him gritting his teeth. Oh god… The desire to be inside her was snapping at his insides once more, splitting his thoughts and strangling his breath. It was primal, his body arching to return the gesture of her hips. She whimpered, head twisting to press against his cheek at the action.
Carefully he pressed into her with one finger, the wet heat of her body swallowing it. Academia was a poor teacher. He could feel the pulse of her body, the flex of her muscles. It moved and pulled, hot and damp. The thought of that sucking and pulling on him had him bucking into her back, teeth gritting once more. Zayne was losing control again, snow forming and melting on both their skin in a constant shower that barely cooled the heated mix of their two bodies. Control… He mouthed along her neck as she grunted, twisting her head to bite into his biceps beneath her head as she writhed.
“More.” Her demand was breathy as she shoved herself against him, uncoordinated and seeking, wanting. He obeyed, another finger added, the stretch of her body yielding as she winced just slightly. It made his head fuzz as her body fluttered.
He caught the motion of her pinched brow, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Did I hurt you?”
Immediately she shook her head, pushing back onto his hand firmly. “No, it’s okay, keep going.”
Trusting her to know her limits he continued, stroking and pressing, the wet sound of his hand between her thighs making him quake. He pressed kiss after kiss to her neck and shoulder as she became increasingly erratic in his arms, both her hands coming to clamp onto his bicep with biting force. Her sounds rose, those breathy gasps punching out into desperate whimpers and then soft moans. She bucked and chased, at times throwing off the rhythm of his hand but he matched her as best he could, voice low as he rasped. “Faster? Harder?”
She shook her head, lip caught between her teeth and head tipped back. “No Zayne, just like that - please just-!!”
He hooked his leg around hers and dragged it backwards, parting her thighs as they clamped together the closer she got to orgasm, the bowing and bucking of her body grinding her back against him. Suddenly she stiffened, mouth parted and face tight. He watched, almost mesmerized as her entire body jerked, her cries suddenly loud as her body clamped rhythmically and desperately around his fingers. It was nothing like what he had expected. The total loss of control, the vulnerability as she subsumed herself to pleasure. She was beautiful. The thought was heady as he groaned unthinkingly in her ear. “Yes my love, let me hear you.” He felt possessed, felt like he was floating outside of his body as words left his mouth in a rush. “So beautiful, just like that.” He was tugging her closer almost desperately as his fingers continued to move, edging her unthinkingly until she caught his hands almost desperately. His hunter groaned, quaking and trembling, sweat beading her brow and dropping between the valley of her breasts.
“Oh God… Zayne…”
He was seconds away from biting her neck like a man starved, heart thundering and body burning. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and tipped her head to rub against his again. Eagerly he slid forward till their foreheads were pressed together, careful not to wipe his slick hands against the skin of her body. “Yeah… better than okay. I think you almost killed me there.”
She nuzzled his cheek affectionately, craning her head to kiss his lips warmly.
Every single inch of him buzzed, blood thumping and demanding. He wanted, oh god he wanted… He swallowed hard and returned her kiss. If the night ended here that would be okay, even as every single inch of him urged him to crawl over her, to join them together. Her eyes fluttered open and she smirked at him. The thought zinged through his head. I’m in for it now… She rolled in his arms until they were facing each other, hands eagerly reaching for his chest as she kissed along his neck once more, teeth daringly tugging on his ear.
“Let me help you now, okay?”
She pushed him onto his back, hands back on the zipper of his pants with a tremble. She was blushing, biting her lip as she undid it in one swift move and leaned back to yank on the hem to pull them lower. He lifted his hips and legs obligingly while his heart raced and mouth dried. Painted nails were at the band of his boxers like something out of a late night fantasy, stark against the dark material as she moved to maneuver them over the bulge of his erection. Should I have shaved instead of trimmed? Too late, she pulled back the material, almost too roughly, a grunt escaping his lips as his freed cock slapped against his belly. Suddenly he understood her shyness.
By all accounts, Zayne had nothing to worry about. He was well above the national average for men, and anecdotally, he’d never felt bad in any comparison made in embarrassing school change rooms but all those thoughts practically evaporated from his head as his hunter stared. She looked vaguely surprised, intrigued and curious in equal measure.
It felt like an eternity but at last she spoke, hair brushing his chest as curious fingers traced his thighs. “Wow Zaynie, who knew you were packing such a weapon?”
He huffed a laugh and quickly covered his face in embarrassment with his forearm. “Please refrain from saying such things when we’re both naked.”
He heard her chuckle, felt her breath as it warmed across the wet tip of his cock. He shuddered, unbearably sensitive, eyes snapping open and head jerking down. Painted nails wrapped around the base slowly, beautiful eyes peering up at him from where she was braced over him. “You’re going to have to let me know what you like, okay?”
He was going to die. The thought fuzzed through his head as she moved her hand lightly from base to tip. It felt completely different from his own hand in a way he couldn’t articulate. The lack of knowing her next move, the too loose pressure of it, the gun callouses of her palm. God, but he wasn’t going to survive this. He bucked unthinkingly, mouth parting on a soundless gasp. No- too much! He gathered her hands and pulled her down onto his torso. She let out a soft squeak at the move, smirking as his face blazed and chest heaved, practically glowing.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, the ask if they could continue… to go further. He wanted to. But did she? Was she ready?
She smiled again, warm and intimate, resting her forehead against his and kissing his mouth tenderly. He melted into it, pushing them together almost desperately as her thigh pressed into his groin. “Zayne…” Brave, his girl was always so brave. Braver than him in these matters for sure. She nudged his nose and flushed. “Do you have a condom?”
He nodded jerkily but then hesitated, forcing his mouth to speak the words. “I do but… do you-? Do you want to? We don’t have to-”
She cut him off with another kiss and a gentle laugh. “You’re such a gentleman even now.” It didn’t sound like a reprimand, more like a secret shared. Warming and accepting against the ice still burgeoning at the tips of his fingers. “I want this. I want you.”
With her consent he was already half rolling them as he fumbled in the bedside drawer for the pack he had bought months ago, hand shaking as he grabbed the foil packet and caught the end of it in his teeth, tearing it open in one swift move. She giggled, giddy and nervous, shifting off him enough that he could reach around her.
“Eager hmmm?”
Zayne wasn’t one to project artifice. He made sure to put the condom on properly before pulling her by the back of her neck to kiss her deeply. As they drew apart he spoke firmly. “Yes.”
The simple word made her entire body flush and shiver. “Good.”
He kissed her again, rolling her gently onto her back. With sure hands he grabbed his free pillow, lifting her hips and propping them carefully. He pressed closer, hands capturing hers and holding them gently as he prodded at the entrance of all that wet heat tentatively. Suddenly he felt vulnerable, desperately so, sharing himself so closely with someone he loved so deeply. He kissed her cheek and temple as she shuddered and jerked beneath him, the small gasp of her voice making his body tense as he got one hand free to guide himself.
Gentle… It was a mantra in his head at the first tentative press of their bodies. He could feel her arch beneath him at the pressure, neck exposed and face scrunching. Gentle… He gasped desperately as the head of his cock breached her entrance. The hot, grasping slide of her was indescribable. Her fingers tightened around his and he squeezed her hand in response, stilling and shaking. She was tight. Pressing on him and undulating as her muscles twitched.
“Zayne…” Her voice came out as a whisper, face tucking to press against his as she shuddered. “Mphf!”
God he wanted to move but he stayed still as sweat beaded his brow along with snow. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and pushed her hips forward, forcing herself down onto him another inch. He groaned, head dropping into the pillow beside her face as he shuddered. “Yes, I- yes, Zayne, keep going.”
He moved, carefully, sliding forward more into that endless heat. He shifted his other hand between their bodies, finding her clit once again and rubbing carefully. The reaction was immediate. She squeezed down on him and bucked, free hand coming down to grab at his ass and pull.
He cursed in the privacy of his own head as she moved, control fraying and snapping at the slide of her body on his. More, he needed more. She moaned, loud and unrestrained as he pressed deep, their bodies melded tightly together. He rested there for a moment, savoring the feel of her flexing and grasping around him, body coiling tighter and tighter at the movement of his fingers.
At the first slow slide back of his hips he trembled. Leaving her heat for even a moment felt unbearable, but the sounds she made and the feel of sliding home carefully made every other thought fly out the window. His hand pressed hers more firmly into the bed as she keened, trying to match the slow pace he set with twitching hips and gasping breaths. They were uncoordinated, clumsy, neither quite managing to align with the other, but it felt right.
She was smiling as she moaned, eyes opening to stare up into his tenderly. “Zayne… you feel…”
Control! Breathe… He was begging himself in his mind as sensation built with shocking intensity, shoulders trembling. “Y-yes?”
She moaned and rocked into him as they moved together. “Good… so good…” His hunter arched her body, pushing herself down on him with force as she lost herself to pleasure, nails running through his hair and mouth kissing his hand. “Zayne, please!” He shifted and picked up the pace slightly, a grunt falling from his lips without permission. A gasp a buck. “There!” She clamped down on him and writhed like a feral thing in his arms, legs locking around his hips and pulling. “Th-there!!! Zayne don't stop! D-don't-!!!”
Zayne was losing himself, matching her energy as snow kissed her skin. His mouth dropped to her neck to taste along the column of her throat. The voice that left his mouth was almost unrecognizable as he rasped desperately. “There my love?”
She nodded, tensing and grabbing at him, growling and moaning, kissing and thrusting against him in return. It was beyond anything he'd expected, but really, that was on him for thinking his hunter would be anything other than the confident person she was, even here.
He was lost, staring at her, fighting the burgeoning release of his body as his heart thundered. I love you. The thought was bursting in his chest, constrained and contained as the high between them built.
She was gorgeous. His stunning and strong hunter. She who brought him lunch at Akso and made time for him whenever she could. His love, who made him feel safe, like he was someone worth appreciating, worth spending time with, the spring who broke his endless winter and brought so much joy to his life.
She would berate him for the sappy thoughts, usually buried deep, ill timed where they bubbled warmly as he shuddered and trembled in response. That feeling was back, that nearly out of body sensation. Unthinkingly he pinned her with his weight, teeth bared and a low groan tearing from his throat. He was not going to outlast her. He held back with every inch of his control, growling and rocking them, fingers sure and steady where they met but it was all too much. “I-” He stuttered.
The vulnerability of it, the feel of it, the heat of her body and the emotions rushing high in his chest in an unstoppable wave. It was too much.
She bucked and writhed beneath him, grabbing his head and pulling him down for a fierce kiss that made his toes curl. She pulled back just barely, lips wet and shiny. She was so fierce. “Cum for me Zayne, I wanna feel it.” Her hand drifted and caressed his back, ran through his hair as she nuzzled his cheek and neck. “That's it…” Her voice was husky and encouraging against his ear, gentle as she kissed his temple as his body shuddered.
God! He buried his face in her shoulder and clung to her tightly, barely aware of her voice as he lost himself completely. He didn't want to know what sounds he made or how his face looked, was hardly conscious of how his hips stuttered and he nearly pushed her up the bed as release rushed through him euphorically.
Zayne came back to himself in stages. The feeling of stroking hands in his hair had his overstimulated body shivering, his cock slowly softening inside the warm cavern of her body twitching. Everything felt floaty, the high lingering as emotions roared in his chest. I really do love you… he blushed. Confessions after sex. He'd always thought those were stupid but if not for his own fear he had a feeling he would be blurting them out.
A chuckle above his head brought him slowly back to reality. Zayne slowly tilted his head and raised his body, blushing as he met her eyes. His hunter smirked, sweat slicked and happy, eyes crinkling. She looked proud as she smoothed her fingers along his chest and tugged on his head to bring him in for a kiss.
“I think I bluescreened you there for a moment.” He flushed deeply, eyes slipping closed as she kissed his forehead. “Doctor Zayne also sometimes completely vacates the building huh? Is post nut clarity real?”
He sighed deeply in response, deliberately gusting her hair and making her giggle. He regretted the action almost immediately as he groaned, overstimulated as her body flexed with each of her laughs.
“Ooohhh you can feel that?”
She squeezed experimentally and he twitched, gasping and sending her a mock glare, even as he pressed closer, voice low and breathy. “I can.”
Another smirk, the thought zinging through his head once more. She is going to be the death of me.
“Hmmm interesting…”
Carefully he pulled out of her, catching the condom and tying it off before he could destroy the sheets below them. He tossed it into the garbage by his bed and hesitated, fingers on her thighs, curious and wanting. She didn't finish, I should… his eyes darted along her body, hands sliding forward.
She shook her head and caught his wandering digits, tugging him firmly until he was curled around her in an intimate cuddle. “Nuh-uh. I was serious when I said you almost killed me before. Hands to yourself.” She flushed as she said the words and cuddled into his chest, eyes crinkling and shining.
Zayne cleared his throat and kissed her gently. “Was it okay?”
She returned the gentle movements of his mouth before leaning back with a happy sigh. “Better than okay.”
Stupid pride flared in his chest at her confirmation as he tugged her as close as he could, twining their legs together and lifting the sheet to cover them. It was blissful to hold each other, snow finally stopping its constant flurry against his skin as peace dropped headily into the space.
However, one thought couldn't be silenced. “You should go to the bathroom after sex…” it slipped out into that post coital haze, vague worries of UTI's clamoring in his head. He hadn't even realized he'd said it until her entire body bucked with a loud guffah, laughing loudly into the quiet of their bedroom.
Zayne's eyes snapped open as his ears betrayed his embarrassment. She was grinning up at him, mirth stark, shoulders shaking. “Yes doctor.”
“Don't…" the word came out a plaintive whine, reminiscent of earlier in the evening while he quickly pressed his face into her hair.
“It's okay, we can go together, you have to wash your hands right? But you're staying outside while I pee.” She was still chuckling as she pulled herself from his arms, scampering towards the bathroom with her ass and back on full display. At the doorframe she peered back at him over her shoulder. “Well?”
He moved, part of him not wanting her to see him soft but the rest wanting to join her. Without conscious thought he was at her side, nodding. Whether it was silly runs to the bathroom, cafe dates or anything else. Zayne wanted to be with her through it all.