Chapter 378 Never Enough

Chapter 378 Never Enough　　~ ZEV ~

Sasha barely breathed as he licked, teased, and rubbed, her body twitching and her fingers fisted in his hair. She gasped his name over and over as her knees shook until he feared she might fall over. He'd intended to bring her to her climax first before he even entered her, but her legs trembled, and her cries for him became frantic. 

"Please, Zev… please… I want y—oh fuck—" she gasped. 

Zev smiled against her, humming his approval, and Sasha cried out, her knees giving, though she hadn't found her release yet. Sweeping her towards him before she fell, they tumbled backward so his shoulders came up hard against the end of the tub, and she fell onto his thighs, her arms braced on his shoulders. But she didn't give him even a breath, crawling into his lap, one hand clapped to the back of his neck, the other between them to find him and position herself, then she sank onto him, and they both groaned. 

Zev shuddered, his legs trembling as his entire body was shocked by the sensation of her taking him to the hilt, warm and ready, so ready. He sucked in and gripped her hips with shaking hands as she sat her full weight onto him and pulled he legs forward to wrap around his back, pulling him forward as she leaned back.

The water rippled and broke against the sides of the tub as they moved, neither of them breathing for a long moment, consumed by the pleasure they found in each other.

Sasha had her head tipped back, her hair dangling down, and would have brushed his legs, but the water caught it, swirling with their movement.

"Zev…" she breathed, barely gasping the word before sucking in and rolling with him again.

Zev growled and slid one hand up her spine to cup the back of her head so she lay against his arm, while with the other he found her breast and began to play. 

He could feel her body clench every time he squeezed or toyed with her nipple, and the sheer joy in it almost tipped him over the edge. 

But he'd wanted this time to go slowly and at this rate they'd be done in minutes. 

"Stop, stop," he panted against her throat, forcing himself to lift his head and hold her tightly to him so she couldn't roll away anymore.

"What? What's wrong?"

He chuckled and tweaked her nipples so that she clenched on him again, and he growled and almost gave up, but he forced himself not to push into her again. 

"Nothing's wrong," he said, his voice hoarse with unquenched desire. "I want to slow down. I want to play."

Sasha smiled and rocked her hips the little that she could, smiling wider when he grunted. 

"What did you have in mind?" she asked breathlessly.

He kissed her, long and slow, then pulled back to meet her eyes. "Turn around and brace on the end of the tub." His voice was low, almost a growl, and her eyes flared at the sound of it. But she bit her lip and braced on his shoulders to lift herself off him.

That delicious slide was gorgeous, but then the loss of her, her warmth, her heat, made him groan for entirely different reasons. But she carefully stood, then turned, placing her feet to either side of his legs, then bending forward to grip the other end of the tub, leaving herself completely bare to him.

Zev's jaw dropped with sheer lust. 

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes dancing. She opened her mouth—to be cheeky, he was sure—but he didn't give her a chance, reaching for her, finding her with two fingers, then three, groaning as she made a small cry and clenched around him. 

His breath tore from his throat, but he couldn't stop touching her, exploring, curling fingers and pressing with knuckles to see what made her breath stop, and what made her body jolt. Then he got to his feet, kissing the base of her spine as he rose, looming over her. She was too short for him to take her standing straight, which was a frustration, but with a muttered growl to trust him, he leaned over her, twining their fingers, then gripping the end of the tub with her, his chest to her back, her neck bare to his mouth and, knees bent, bracing one foot back against the other end of the tub, he took her, raising her to her toes with his first thrust because the feeling of her was so mind-blowing, he almost lost control completely.

Sasha cried out as he entered her, her fingers tightening between his and on the back of the tub, in time with his thrusts. For long minutes he played, stroking her back with his free hand, curling her hair around his wrist, biting and sucking at the back of her neck, and always rocking into her, until his legs began to tremble with the effort of keeping himself on his feet.

Then, as they both picked up the pace, Sasha's cries echoing alongside his low grunts, he lay his mouth to that spot on the back of her neck and whispered, "Hold on."

Her fingers tightened on the edge of the tub, and he gripped her hard, his arm becoming steel as he curled his free arm around her belly and lifted her, thrusting quickly and hard, until he reached the limits of her—and a moment later, she made a high, keening cry, and her body went rigid. 

She tightened around him so beautifully, that Zev groaned and almost came. Her legs gave out entirely, and suddenly weak himself, he sat down in the water with a splash, their combined weight pulling her down onto him with a jolt that had them both crying out. But she was still in the throes of her orgasm, shaking and twitching, clawing at his arm as he pulled her against him. 

Then she broke, her body going limp in his arms as she sucked in a breath, then found herself, kneeling over his thighs.

As Zev continued to rock into her, his breath still short and rasping, she gripped his arms at her waist and called to him, begging him to come for her.

Zev's orgasm hit and he bellowed her name, over and over, until his shouts bounced off each other in the peak of the ceiling above. 

Then he slumped too, backward against the tub, pulling her into his chest so she was arched back, using him as a seat. 

For a long moment, they both just breathed. Zev stroked up and down her body, stunned senseless by the joy of having her, yearning to have her again already, while their hearts slowly returned to normal.

Sasha raised one of her hands up and back to cup the back of his neck and pull herself back into him.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he whispered, then kissed the skin under her ear.

"Not at all," she breathed. "Zev, that was…."

"I know."

"Every day, Zev. Every hour if we can. I always want you like that."

"How's that?" he asked with a low smile.

"So… abandoned," she said, her voice laced with awe. "Like… like I'm a drug you can't get enough of."

"You are," he whispered. "There's never enough."

He felt her cheek pull to a smile against his. "I know the feeling." She whispered and her fingers tightened on his neck. "I really do."