Breathe, Mellow

"Oh, boy. It's punishment to hold back, don't you think?" I drawl, taking cautious steps toward Zeath. Standing in front of him, I slowly unbutton his shirt before closing in to kiss his chest. "I need you to succumb to your pleasure..." I blow the sleeping hairs on it. "...and mine."

Zeath grunts as I struggles to take the shirt off his ripped torso. He's looking down at me through narrowed eyes charged with temptation. And now his bare body, the sweat rolling down his tan skin, coupled with the defined muscles of his face and neck, would sooner drive me mad with lust.

Or they already have.

My hands cup his face like tiny strokes on a beautiful stone, feeling his soft stubble down to his long neck.

His collarbones are clear-cut. They give way to his broad shoulders, arms, forearms, and thick wrists, which I grab.

"Will you derive comfort by doing it yourself?" I ask.

Zeath moves his left hand while my right fingers still clasp around the wrist. He slides it into his boxers, and I watch as he slowly strokes himself inside it.

"Out," I order. Zeath does as I say, tucking his underwear waistband beneath his balls to reveal his cock.

I can't take my eyes off it. I never have been able to. And I've never been able to wrap my hand fully around it either. That's how thick Zeath's dick is, its length twice and more my cupped hand, with a slight upward curve capable of triggering heaven within me.

I watch his strokes grow faster. Despite that, my hand doesn't fall from his wrist.

When I can't resist the urge to touch him again, I halt his hand from moving before taking possession of his shaft. My hands wrap around the latter, giving it a quick, tender press before sliding up to his cap and down to his balls.

I make sure to cover every inch of his cock by going in a rotating motion up and down. And I feel him harden more, throbbing and twitching whenever he ejects precum.

Zeath's chest rises and falls as he breathes sharply. He sets his index finger under my chin to lift my face to him.

He wants me to look at him, to see his wanting eyes. Yet, underneath that, what I see are questions. Not his though. They're mine, mirrored on his face through my stare.

"Why won't you stop me?" I ask. His lips part, but only a whimper comes out of his mouth. I smirk. "So that you'll claim I raped you later?" Zeath tries to lean in for a kiss. But I place my index finger on his lips. "There you go. You've always wanted this."

"Silence. Off your clothes!" he utters in a voice as deep as the Mariana trench. "Now!"

I stop stroking him, quickly yanking off my top and skirt, leaving me in my underwear.

Zeath eyes my body, mostly the plump mound on my chest. His stare makes me feel hot. Too hot that I even begin to twist my legs. 

My pants are wet, and I'm eager for his finger—fuck, fingers—to thrust into me. I need him to fuck the hell out of me until I see several dimensions of the moon.

Maybe he takes the memo. Because now he's become a beast.

He grabs my waist and pushes me against one of the poles in the warehouse, slamming his body into me from the front.

He takes possession of my lips, but he doesn't treat them like they'll break. He isn't about to smooch me with all the tenderness and care in the world. And it's something I'll have to get used to because Zeath has not always been a rough kisser.

Nevertheless, I'll take this; the passion—him unleashing his hunger on me as though he may never get another take in life if he loses this opportunity.

He sets his hand on my belly; it's large enough to cover my entire stomach, triggering butterflies that dance to his caress's rhythm.

Then he tucks it into my panties, going down slowly, each movement causing me to hold my breath.

"Oh, god..." I let a moan into Zeath's mouth. He shut me up all along. But as I feel his thick fingers brush my clitoris, I shudder, holding his arms tight as if to push him off me.

"Breathe, Mellow..." he drawls under his breath when he stops the kiss.\

How does he bloody want me to breathe when he's driving me insane with his fingers, rolling and kneading his thumb on my clitoris rapidly to the point he might even pluck it from me?

The panties serve as an obstruction, but not for long. He rips them off in one go. And I moan to the painful, tingling sensation of that before he slips his forearm at the back of my right knee and jacks the leg up to my limit. Then the hand holding it links to the pole behind me and clasps the latter tight.

That presses his body more against mine. The position is quite uncomfortable too. But who's talking about comfort when I can't even breathe?

Zeath leans down to rest his chin on my shoulder as his working finger still plays with my clitoris. I'm sure he senses how wet I already am; too wet that my juices may even begin to drip down his fingers.

He thrusts into me without warning—either with his index finger or the middle one, I don't know, they're all the same.

The feeling is unusual. Unusual because I haven't done this one before.

It's in the Fanning marriage rules not to let anything into my vagina until three years into marriage, which is why Zeath's finger working in and out of me causes me to wrap my arms tight around his neck, thrusting my hip with his motion.

"I might reach, Zeath…" I pant out. Zeath doesn't reply, or even register what I said. "I might fucking reach!"

"Copied."

Copied? Fuck, Zeath, you're driving me to orgasm!

"If I get pregnant..." I rasp, "…and it's a male― ahh!" I don't know what the fuck he did but he hit something when he curled his finger up in me. Now the rest of my sentence comes out with a shudder. "Would you come back to me?"

Zeath still doesn't reply. Each time his thrusts seem to become unbearable with the pleasure hitting me, I try to get used to it. Only I can't.

My head is now tilted up, backside pressed against the pole, lips hanging open and eyes shut tight as I choke out a whimper.

"You want me to penetrate you?" Zeath muffles against my shoulder.

I don't hesitate to answer. "With your dick, yes!"

He adds his thumb again. Goddamn him! How dare he do that?

While his finger fucks me, his thumb toys with my clitoris—this one, I can never get used to. And I don't know when my hand grabs his wrist tight in a bid to rip his hand from me.

But my strength against his is nothing.

He jacks my other leg to carry me. Then he swings around with me in his hands. Now it's him against the pole.

Throughout the past few seconds, it seems as if my senses heightened; the clanging of Zeath's undone belt, his grunts and pants, the pole ringing whenever any of our body parts hit on it, not to forget our desperate feet shuffling on the floor with every move. All echoing back from the warehouse's walls.

"Ready?" Zeath rasps.

I nod, clasping my hands around the pole behind him while he thrusts his hip to shifts his buttocks clear off the pole. Now he's quite slanting, a convenient position for what we're about to do.

I feel his cap searching for entrance, most of the time our juices connect and it slips. I don't blame him if he doesn't find my vagina on the first try. It's not like I've had anything down there before.

I tear a hand from the pole.

"Let me," I say to Zeath as I take his dick in the hand. He grabs my ass to keep me stable, while I slowly work his dick into me. "Ah, fuck!" I moan out, feeling too full even when he's not gotten more than an inch inside me.

I feel him hot and throbbing. And that makes me clench my hole with every inch of Zeath that I push into me.

There's also the pain, might I add. It's intense, but somehow, the pleasure seems greater.

When I've gotten enough of him to stick without slipping out, I let him do the rest, locking my hands on the pole once more.

While he thrusts his hip, I roll mine on his. I endure the pain from his dick going further into me. And it fucking hurts as he expands me, filling me up like he was supposed to.

He undoes my bra when he's fully in. I can't help but think, 'Finally!'

Wrapping a hand around my waist, his other hand cups a handful of my breast, his palm kneading into the mound as he starts to thrust. First slowly, then faster, until each thrust forces a grunt from him and a moan from me.

"Your brother…" I begin breathlessly, "believe it or not, his silence for the past four years is a mockery to you! He wants you to enjoy every bit while it lasts before threatening you with his sons later! You need one!" I let out a long moan when Zeath rolls the tip of his index finger on my nipple before puffing out, "And I won't let you down!"

"You think I don't know that?"

"That you need a son or that I won't let you down?"

Zeath pinches the nipple hard.

"Fuck you, Zeath!" I scream, lifting my head to view the intersected rods under the warehouse's roof.

"That my brother's a venom," he rasps. "I know what he's doing. But should you be concerned about that?"

"The only thing I'm concerned about is you." I bring my head down to bump my forehead on Zeath's. His eyes are intense. They always have been. But now his thick, fluttering lashes send a message. Of pleasure, Of want, Of desire. "You don't know how much I love you," I whisper. "Even if you've been an ass."

"I told you to be silen― fuck!" Zeath shuts his eyes tight, groaning. "I might cum before it's time!"

"Why not now?" I tell him. "Do it! Cum inside me!"

Zeath whimpers as he puts a hand between us to hold his dick. I don't know what he plans to do, but he has to cum inside me.

He has to impregnate me.

"Don't fucking pull out, baby, or I'll stick a pipe in your cock hole and have you suck the cum back in," I hiss in his face.

Zeath huffs. "Empty threats."

"You wanna try me, then?"

Zeath lets out several sharp breaths as if bracing himself for something. "Damn!" His chest rises and falls, his muscles contrasting. "Oh, God! I'm gonna let it out!"

"Do it," I urge him while feeling my own orgasm rise from my stomach. "Do it now… ahh!" If an iron could bend from a human's grip, it would already.

Tremors wrack my body as a new sensation rolls from my belly to my private area, and vice versa. 

Zeath, on the other hand, stiffens. I watch his tightly shut eyes as I feel him throbbing, shooting his cum inside of me. He grunts with every thrust, one moment I thought he shook a little.

It was a brief moment of intense pleasure. But while it lasted, it imprinted a memory in my mind.

Zeath soon opens his eyes while catching his breath, his mouth hanging open, tempting me to kiss him.

I try to go for it.

"Ah, ah." Zeath holds my chin between his thumb and index fingers to stop me. Then he slows down time by staring me in the eye. I swear, there'd have been an electric voltage connecting our irises if a stare could draw current. "I need to show you something."