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This thread will contain the Rated R/NC-17 chapters for Illusion of Sin, my fanfic which is housed in the General Section of the fanfiction forum. There is only one chapter so far but there might be more.
If you would like to read the full version of IOS here is the THREAD
Illusion of Sin Summary
Life was twisted in such an ordained manner that she could no longer tell you what was real or illusion. She couldn’t tell you the difference between black and white, love and hate, good and evil. When the line dividing right from wrong is shattered, the consequences come with out warning. And with nothing left and no one left who speaks the truth, there’s only one thing she can do. Revenge is all that keeps her breathing. Only one choice left now: Fight back or allow the lies to kill her soul.
Previously on IOS: Rory went to see her dad and told him the truth that she knew he was really Will Tippin and that she had joined the CIA. She also tells him that she is under orders to bring him back.
A/N This also is my first time writing an R/NC-17 scene so I'm hoping it wasn't overdone. Please review, it only makes me write faster and better.
Without further ado!
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>ILLUSION OF SIN
Part 12.5
First Time
NC-17 Rated</span>
The Kings were loosing 8 to 1 and so it was no great loss for Zack to turn off the television when he heard a knock at his front door. He set his beer on the coffee table and stood shuffling down the hallway to the front door.
It had been a long day, full of analyzing, planning, and research. Dixon had assigned a team to work on Rory’s case; to determine who was after her, what they wanted and if it had anything to do with her mother. The team consisted of Dixon, Jack, Weiss, Vaughn, Marshall, Zack, Carrie, Mitchell and once she returned, Rory.
Jack, recognizing the talent Will had as an analyst years before and knowing that he would demand to be included in the investigation, had also requested his participation providing Will did return to LA with his daughter. The current CIA Director was notified of the recent developments regarding Rory, whoever was after her and her connection to Sydney Bristow. He had made it clear that if Will Tippin did not return to LA with his daughter, he was to be taken into custody and charged with evading federal authorities. Surprisingly though, there wasn’t any talk of what would happen if Rory did not return. Dixon had trusted her to come back, so they hadn’t sent anyone with her, though she was monitored by a surveillance team, there was no assurance either way.
Zack checked the peephole before opening the door and was surprised to find Rory standing on his front step.
“Hey, you’re back,” he said opening the front door.
“Yeah, the flight got in a little early,” she said softly fiddling with one of the spaghetti straps of her white flowered sundress.
“What about your dad?”
“I dropped him off at the safe house, I told him I had to go to work.” She sighed and shook her head. “Even now I’m still lying to him. Can I come in?”
“Yeah, of course sorry,” he held the door open for her and as she passed by him he got the feeling that something was wrong; other than the obvious.
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you expecting anyone?” she asked setting her purse down on the hallway bench.
Zack closed the door behind her. “No why?” he asked turning around.
Zack never got the chance to hear her answer. The moment he turned around, Rory was on him. Her lips sought his aggressively and he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her body tightly to his. He could sense a need in her, something he hadn’t felt before. His mouth slanted over hers as she attacked his, their teeth clashing together and biting lips. Her hands, undecided, traveled back and forth from his shoulders to his face, never able to settle in one place. Her desire to cup his face tenderly was strong, but so was the urge to pull his body as close to hers as possible.
Zack cupped the back of her neck with one hand and wound the other around her back as they stumbled slightly to the wall. He leaned her back against it and brought his hands up on either side of her head to brace his weight.
Zack pulled away to allow them both time to breath and settled for kissing her neck and nipping at her shoulder. Rory moaned deeply tilting her neck to one side to allow him greater access. She ran her hands up his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath and then pulled on the buttons of his shirt with steady fingers.
Zack was vaguely aware of her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, he was more concentrated on finding the particular spot on her neck that he knew for sure would drive her insane. Moreover, the knowledge that she’d kicked off one of her shoes and was currently trailing her bare toes up his left leg was distracting. He caught her leg with his left hand and holding her thigh, he lifted it onto his hip.
Rory let out a noise, halfway between a moan and a sigh and Zack knew immediately that he’d found the particular spot he was searching for. It was then that he noticed Rory was unbuckling his belt.
“Rory stop,” he said regretfully and pulled away from her. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the hazy mixture of desire and excitement in them. “What about what you said the other day?” he asked through heavy breaths, not wanting to go further than she wanted.
“Forget it,” she shook her head. “I know what I want, what I need, and it’s you.” Her voice was soft and husky as she spoke, her fingers scraping lightly back and forth over his shoulders. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to make love to you.”
“Are you sure?”
Rory didn’t answer him with words. Her response was pulling his belt free from the pant loops and dropping it on the floor beside his feet.
Zack kissed her deeply, feeling her teeth nipping at his lower lip playfully and hiking her dress up to her thighs so he could lift her easily. Rory wrapped her strong legs around his waist and squeezed them tightly feeling the growing evidence of his desire pressing into her. Her hands clasped tightly around his neck and she arched her back, moaning as Zack traced the length of her collarbone with his tongue. Holding tightly to Rory, he groaned as she squeezed her legs around him and rubbed her hips against his. It took some a while as they stopped various times, unable to keep their hands off each other. Eventually, Zack carried her to his bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he took her hands within his own and tenderly kissed her palms.
Rory cupped his cheek, drawing her thumb lightly over his cheekbone and smiled at him through heavy lidded eyes. She tilted her head watching the care he took in kissing each of her fingertips. The world she’d felt so lost in only hours before, was now calm in his presence.
Zack stood, towering over her and her eyes widened in surprise. Her heart rate elevated even more, if it was even possible and she wondered if this was what it was like. Was this the uncontrollable, need and desire to be with someone that she’d only ever heard about, but never experienced?
“Are you sure?” he asked again needing to hear her words as his hands caressed her hair, in such gentle a manner she could scarcely feel it.
“Yes,” she said positively, her voice quiet and raspy, sounding not at all like her own.
Zack nodded and reached for the button on his pants, but his fingers were brushed away. They returned to the gentle caress of Rory’s hair as her fingers made swift work of the button and he inhaled deeply as she slowly drew down the zipper and slid the waistband over his hips. He moved to slide off his boxers, but she stopped him. Sitting up in the bed she took his hands and guided him over to kneel on the bed beside her; he obeyed. Her hands trembled as she fingered the remaining three buttons, setting them loose and then slowly spreading the shirt over his broad shoulders.
Zack sucked in a breath as her fingers dragged down his chest and splayed across his stomach. He leaned forward capturing her lower lip in his teeth and nibbled on it softly as he kissed her deeply. Her hands moved restlessly over his chest as the kiss intensified. Reluctantly he pulled away from her and kissed her forehead needing a breather. He fingered the straps of Rory’s dress lightly gently brushing against her shoulders and reached behind for the zipper.
“Zack?”
Her voice was unsure, not scared, but, nervous; his hand stilled, still holding onto the zipper. “Yes?”
“How will I know what to do?” she asked softly.
Her innocence was breathtaking. “It’s okay,” he whispered, gently stroking her hair. “We’ll figure it out.”
Rory nodded, her respiration turning shallow as Zack pulled down the zipper to her dress and slowly lowered it down her arms. His eyes never left hers as the dress pooled to her waist and he lifted her hips sliding the garment off her body. Her strapless bra came next. Sitting on his knees his eyes finally left hers and drifted down her body.
Rory could literally feel the heat from his gaze as Zack watched her. She felt entirely exposed wearing only a pair of white lace panties and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks with each passing second.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked playfully trying to ease her own nervousness.
Zack’s eyes widened and he smiled at her words. He lay down on his side beside her, propping his head up guiding her chin to face him. He was silent for long moments, simply smiling at her before he spoke. “You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “You are so incredibly beautiful.” His tongue gained entrance into her mouth and traced her bottom lip before tangling with hers as both fought for control, neither willing to give the other the pleasure.
Zack’s lips moved from her lips, down her neck and shoulders, all the while showering her skin with tiny kisses and light bites. Her breath hitched as he moved on top of her straddling her upper thighs. Her eyes closed, any attempts to keep them open were futile as Zack palmed her left breast in his hand teasing her nipple with his fingertips while his tongue laved her other breast, swirling around her nipple before finally tugging it into his mouth and sucking it.
Rory’s entire body was on fire. Every movement he made sent shivers rushing through her. The intense heat of his touch awakened feelings in her she hadn’t experienced before. She wouldn’t say she was entirely clueless about sex, but naïve yes, she’d never had the opportunity or desire to experience what Zack was doing to her body. What she did know was that it was the most intense thing that had ever happened to her and she would allow Zack to do whatever he wanted to her, knowing he could never hurt her.
“God, Za…” Rory couldn’t even finish her sentence as he moved his ministrations to her other breast. Her hands moved over his back and he hissed biting down gently on her nipple, eliciting a low cry from deep in her throat as her nails scraped his shoulders. He pulled away from her and kissed a path down her stomach to her navel, all the while sliding down her body. His fingers slid in the waistband of her panties and he looked into her eyes silently asking for her permission. Rory nodded, “take them off.”
His hands were steady as he raised himself to his knees and slid the lace garment off her hips and down her legs.
From her vantage point propped up by pillows against the headboard, Rory was able to see his reaction after he tossed her panties on the floor. His eyes were darker than normal and there seemed to be a kind of glaze over that could only be called the heat of passion. Zack returned to his position, lying on his side and propping his head up. Rory turned her head towards him and kissed him. It began as a gentle kiss, but soon the intensity increased and Rory’s hands tangled in his hair unable to keep him close enough.
As he kissed her, Zack’s hands moved over her soft skin, caressing gently, but firmly. He kneaded her breasts with his hands until her erect nipples demanded his full attention and once again, he took one in his mouth swirling his tongue around the darkened hue of skin. Rory dragged her hand through his hair, pulling his upper body over hers. His lips sucked on the crook of her neck and Rory gave a shuddering gasp as Zack’s fingers gently teased the dark curls at the junction of her thighs. She forced her eyes open as his finger slid up and down along her entrance and she let out a not so subtle groan.
“Is this okay?”
She could barely respond to his question with a moan, let alone words. Every touch, every kiss, every caress was like fire coursing through her veins, leaving her throbbing inside and aching for more of his touch. Even her nervousness had put her on edge, heightening her arousal.
Zack was fully aware that she wanted more and her whimper as he pulled away only confirmed that. Despite her protests, he withdrew his touch knowing that if he continued, despite her desire, Rory would still be nervous. Reaching behind her, he pushed aside the pillows that supported her and slid in their place with his back against the headboard. His hands clasped around her waist and pulled her to him closing the distance between their bodies.
In this position, he could still have full access to her body and give her the security and comfort she needed. He had wanted to watch her, to see the expression on her face as he pleasured her, to know when to push her and when to stop, but that was no longer possible; at least not easily, he noted as she twisted her neck to kiss him. It was a kiss of passion and full of promise at what the evening would hold for them.
Feeling her in his arms, completely naked under his touch just felt right, to both of them. Zack moved to kiss her neck, his hands snaking around her to stroke her skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and Rory moaned arching her back and pressing herself into his touch. Zack moved her hair, over her other shoulder as he inhaled the scent that was uniquely hers. He focused his attention on her shoulder, laving it with tiny kisses and bites.
Rory closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest completely entranced in the sensations he made her feel. Every touch was a new experience and made her feel different each time. Without any place for her hands, she placed them on Zack’s thighs and almost instantaneously, they clenched and released his skin, mirroring the throbbing sensations he created within her.
Her breath hitched as his hand once again returned to the junction of her thighs and fingered her dark curls. “Trust me?” he asked softly as he gently grazed his finger along her opening.
Rory let out a sound, somewhat of a cross between a cry and a whimper as the throbbing sensation inside of her increased. “Yes.”
“Open your legs a bit,” Zack instructed running his hands up and down her thighs as he slowly guided them apart. He draped his own legs over hers, anchoring them to the bed, and pulling them apart slightly more. He continued to caress her thighs for a few more moments allowing her to get used to his touch before returning to her opening. He could hear her breathing increase into shallow gasps and quietly he reminded her to breath.
Zack slowly pushed one finger inside of her already feeling how wet she was for him; how much she desired him. He stroked her gently, each time pushing further inside as he explored her then slowly dragging his finger back out.. He bit his lip, holding back a cry as Rory dug her fingernails into his leg.
His strokes grew bolder and intensified in speed. He paused every so often to tug on her inner lips and when he sensed she was adjusting to his touch, he inserted another finger. Only a few moments later he had three fingers inside of her gently pumping her in rhythm with her cries. They were not cries of pain or fear, but the cry of a woman wanting more. She was so wet for him; his fingers slid easily inside her and just the thought aroused him even more.
Zack closed his eyes tightly. Each time he thrust his fingers into her deep wet heat she groaned and each time he pulled out, Rory raised her hips wanting to keep him inside and demanding more pressure. Each movement caused her bottom to rub against his c*** and it swelled even more. He was already rock hard and wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he knew that this night was not about him or his needs but about hers. Eventually he had to use his free hand to wrap around her waist and hold her hips down to give himself some relief. He caressed her slick, hot walls, earning a moan or gasp from each gentle thrust of his fingers.
Rory’s deep throaty moans grew loader as Zack increased the depth and strength of his ministrations. Up until this point, he had only stroked her inside walls and nether lips; feeling her inner muscles clench and contract around his fingers. Now he used a single finger and applied slight pressure to her clitoris, garnering a cry of pleasure as new sensations coursed through her body. It was a feather light tease at first, but as her breathing began to labor even more so, he increased the pressure, rubbing his finger in small circles over the hood.
“Zack…” She drew out his name, her voice trembling from uncertainty. Her fingers clenched into his thighs even more and she fought the arm that prevented her from rocking her hips, a movement that seemed instinctual. She tensed, pressing her head back against his chest as the burning inside her seemed to grow, and he stroked and tugged on her clitoris in a positively maddening way. His hot breath against the back of her neck, only served to make her feel even more uncontrollable.
He knew she was getting close to her needed relief. Her moans were louder, throatier than before and she began gasping for oxygen. His lips returned to her body, kissing her neck and his arm left her waist creeping up to massage her breasts, ensuring that each nipple was peaked with excitement.
“It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly in her ear. “Don’t fight it, just let it happen; I’m right here.”
Ragged breaths occupied where words might have been as Rory’s body seemed to take over any rational or intelligent thought or fear she had left. The throbbing inside her intensified to a point of unbearable pleasure and she arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards into his hand. Her nails dug into his leg once more, but Zack didn’t even notice the pain.
“Come for me.” He demanded, his voice was low and sexy and it, combined with the teasing of her nipple, and deft maneuvering of her clitoris pushed her over the edge. She let out a sharp cry and felt her inner muscles convulse as the first flood of pleasure washed over her. It continued relentlessly, wave after wave, pushing over her body heightening all other sensations as Zack brought her to the height of her orgasm and then over to the other side.
Zack continued stroking her slowly and gently as her orgasm passed, her juices soaking his hand and the trembling of her body ceased.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, but Rory had no words to answer him.
She sagged backwards collapsing against his chest, completely satiated. Slowly she turned her head somewhat shyly to face him and captured his lips in her own. She kissed him deeply before pulling away and resting her temple in the crook of his neck.
Zack removed his hand from her folds gently and wrapped his arms around her body holding her tightly. He squeezed her and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
“Are you okay? Was that okay?” he asked again.
“Incredible,” she whispered and moved forwards before turning on the bed to face him. “It was… I’ve never felt anything more intense than that.” She looked down at his hand, seeing the glistening of her juices still on them. Her gaze moved upwards slightly to his boxers that were struggling to contain his erection.
Zack looked down at the woman before him. A thin layer of sweat glistened against her skin and her eyes were heavy, clouded over in haze of desire. Her cheeks were flushed red from her pleasure and the memory and feel of her was burned onto his fingers.
He had been with other women before, just as beautiful, if not more so than she, but there was something so incredibly alluring about her; he’d never met anyone like her. Her innocence and hesitation intrigued him. She’d come to his apartment, aggressive with the full intention of sleeping with him, but the moment he’d consented, she’d withdrawn, allowing him to take the lead, yet somehow still maintaining to be in control.
Rory’s eyes traveled the length of his body again. Stopping at his face, they held his gaze for a moment, her appraisal of him evident in them, before moving down to his groin. Zack’s heart pounded and his breathing quickened under her heated gaze. She lifted a hand and tentatively brushed it over the bulge in his boxers.
Zack clenched his eyes shut and drew in a sharp intake of breath. The feeling of her touching him, exactly where he wanted to be touched sent shivers down his spine. As he opened his eyes, he could see that Rory was clearly startled at the effect she’d had on him. It had been just a whisper of a touch, barely strong enough for even her to feel anything, but he did. She touched him again. With more pressure and deliberate intent, she slowly rubbed the heel of her palm over his c***.
“Ror,” he gasped clenching the bed sheet in his hands.
“Tell me Zack,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she found a new sense of self-assuredness and slipped a finger in the waistband of his boxers. “Why is it that I’m the only one completely undressed?”
Zack smiled and took her hand, threading her fingers through his he brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. Leaning forward, he kissed her, gently and sweetly before standing up from the bed.
Rory turned and lay back down. Nervously, she played with her hands watching as Zack slowly removed his boxers.
Zack let out the breath he was holding as the material slid over his c*** and it sprang free. He watched the expression on her face change slightly as a mask of fear overtook her.
“Rory?” He called her name softly, repeating it three times until her eyes finally locked with his as he silently asked her what was wrong.
She bit her lip, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so big,” she stated quietly. “How…”
Zack dropped to his knees beside the bed. “It’s okay Baby,” he said and kissed her temple, stroking her hair reassuringly. “We’ll fit. I’m not saying it won’t hurt a little at first, it will. However, not too much and not for very long. I would do anything not to hurt you, but in these circumstances, it is a little unavoidable. You know that right?”
He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, Rory or himself. He was slightly larger than the average man was, or so he’d been told. He was a tiny bit longer than most, but it was more so the thickness of his c*** that worried him. It was her first time and he knew it would take her some time to adjust to him. He only hoped that what he’d told her was the truth.
“I know.” She smiled at him leaning her forehead against his chest. “I trust you and I want…”
“What?” he prodded her to continue?
“I want to feel you inside me.”
Zack leaned forwards and kissed her fiercely. “You will. I want this to be perfect for you.”
Rory pulled back from him and sat up, her eyes shining in excitement. “Can I touch you?”
Zack swallowed hard and stood as Rory turned and sat on the edge of the bed to face him.
Rory took him in her hands, tentatively stroking the soft skin of his shaft. It was softer, yet firmer than she thought and so incredibly hard. His eyes were closed and his hands gripped her shoulders. He seemed to be enjoying the attention she was paying him and she hoped that she was doing it right. Just watching the expression on his face as she stroked his c*** sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself already beginning to be aroused again.
Zack was literally being driven insane. Rory’s feather light touches were little more than a tickle and although it felt good, he needed more. His hands moved to hers and he encouraged her to add more pressure and stroke him how he liked it. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading her tender flesh and palming them as the strength and intensity of her strokes increased. His c*** swelled even more in her hands, the pressure was beginning to get to him, particularly when she brushed her thumb over his incredibly sensitive tip. He couldn’t let her continue, he might have been ready, but she certainly wasn’t.
Zack motioned for her to lie back on the bed and he returned to his earlier position hovering above her as he touched and tasted her skin with his mouth. Her nails scraped at his shoulders once more and her deep moans were blended with cries of pleasure at the attention Zack lavished on her body.
He moved down her body with gentle kisses, sucking her flesh. He paused to pay particular attention to her breasts, navel, and lower abdomen. His tongue swirled around her tasting the saltiness of her skin as his hands caressed her sides. He smiled against the skin of her stomach as his fingers trailed over her thighs and Rory instinctively opened them. Zack replaced his fingers with his lips and felt her entire body shudder as he placed warm kisses on the insides of her thighs. He quickly told her that if she was uncomfortable with what he was doing to tell him, but she didn’t and he didn’t think she would be, at least not any time soon.
Zack dipped his finger into the delicate mound between her legs, testing, and teasing her with feather light touches. She was already wet for him and his fingers slid easily within her without any resistance. She was wet for him, but not nearly ready and so he parted her slick folds with his fingers and leaned his head down.
Rory’s hips nearly shot off the bed, the moment his tongue touched her sensitive opening. He darted it in to explore her center, teasing and stroking her inner walls slowly but firmly. She began to squirm under his touch, moaning loudly and grasping at the bed covers.
Rory closed her eyes and tangled her fingers in Zack’s hair pulling his head closer to where she wanted it the most. She writhed on the bed finding the anticipation too much to bear.
His tongue stroked her opening and inner walls before dipping inside to explore her further. It seemed that he wanted to taste all of her intimate places and he was succeeding as she felt the heat and intense throbbing inside of her increase. Each stroke and flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure churning over her core.
Rory gasped loudly as the tip of Zack’s tongue located the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden in her folds and her hips bucked relentlessly against him. He flicked his tongue quickly over her clitoris sending shockwaves through her body. He assaulted her senses. The fire he created within her was threatening to over power her. Every touch of his tongue and caress of his hand on her skin fueled the fire growing hotter and hotter. She gripped his hair within her fingers, holding his head in place, silently asking him to push her over the edge once more.
Zack knew she was close. Her entire body was trembling, her lungs gasping for breath and her hips lifting off the bed. He briefly thought to remove his mouth from her heat and enter while he knew she was ready, but she would have come all too quickly within a few strokes, which wouldn’t be comfortable for her. He was quite sure that with the state she was in now, he could bring her to orgasm and another would follow shortly after.
He reached his free hand up to massage her breasts, teasing her nipples. His tongue encircled her clitoris several times before sucking it into his lips. It was that action, which drove her over the edge.
Rory let out a cry as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her hips rose involuntarily off the bed as it seemed like everything was bursting inside of her. All of her senses were heightened, each combining together to create a fire that enveloped her entire being. She could still feel Zack’s mouth and tongue inside her, stroking her inner walls, milking what left she had to give him.
It seemed like forever until the sensations subsided. She no longer shook from the orgasm, but the rhythmic throbbing inside her failed to cease. “Zack?” she mumbled feeling his mouth leave her inner parts travel up her body placing kisses along her stomach.
“Yes?” he replied resting his cheek in the valley of her breasts. His hand traversed over her abdomen, massaging the silky skin under her fingertips.
“Zack?” Rory called his name again, her voice still barely audible in her slurred speech.
“Yes baby?” he smiled against her chest and caught her wandering hand in his. Threading their fingers together, he held them at the base of her throat.
“It’s still there,” she mumbled referring to the throbbing within her. She clenched her legs together and raising her hips to brush against his groin.
Zack chuckled to himself slid up her body even more. “I know.” He rested his head next to hers and kissed her swollen lips. Rory opened her mouth to him allowing his tongue to enter and stroke hers. Rory surprised him by biting down on his lip in impatience.
Zack pulled away and kissed her cheek. His hand traveled the length of her body and he smiled knowingly as it brushed on her inner thighs and Rory instantly parted her legs at the touch. He dipped a finger inside her tender folds to ensure that she was still ready for him, though the sound of her moan was evidence enough.
His c*** twitched as it rubbed against her hip and Zack swallowed hard, trying to keep the pulsing out of his mind. He needed to concentrate solely on Rory and her pleasure.
“Are you ready?” His own breath came in short bursts as the anticipation was getting to him as well.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Zack moved over her and braced his weight with his hands on either side of her shoulders. Nudging her legs apart, he settled between them and instructed her to raise her knees slightly. Leaning down he kissed her briefly and reached into his bedside table.
Rory watched as he withdrew the silver lined condom packet from the drawer. Her hand caught his and she shook her head. “We don’t need it,” she whispered. “I’m protected… I don’t want it.”
“Are you sure?” he hesitated putting it back.
“I trust you.” Rory took the packet from him and dropped it on the table. She traced his jaw line with her fingers, “I want to feel you… all of you.”
Zack nodded and allowed his body to envelope hers.
Rory gasped in pleasure as she felt her body became covered in his. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples stimulated by the coarse hairs there and his erection lay hard against her thigh. She opened her mouth taking his inside and stroking his tongue firmly before allowing him to take over again. Her hands locked on his shoulders as he pulled back from her and he took his erection in his hand. He guided it to her core and rubbed the tip against her folds for several moments before slipping it inside. He guided it within her folds allowing her to feel him without fully entering her.
Zack briefly debated telling Rory what he was about to do, but decided against it. Her hands alternated between his shoulders and his chest never settling in one place too long and his hands moved up to hold her hips. Holding them firmly, his eyes met hers and he pushed into her in one swift motion. Her cry hurt him more than he thought it would. He caught it in his lips kissing her deeply trying to erase it away, but it didn’t work of course. As he pulled back, he saw the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes that he couldn’t take away.
“I’m so sorry Baby,” he whispered kissing her tears away. “It’ll pass I promise. If there was any way around it, I would have.”
Fresh tears rolled down Rory’s cheeks and she bit her lip, closing her eyes to the fire pain that was coursing through her insides.
“Please forgive me,” he murmured leaning down to kiss her neck. “I thought it would be better to do it quickly. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Rory was suddenly aware that her nails were digging harshly into Zack’s back and she moved them sliding her palms gently down his arms. “It’s okay,” she found herself saying in a voice that did not resemble her own. She looked into his eyes seeing the anguish of his own pain at having hurt her and repeated her words. “It’s okay. I always did rip the band-aids off quickly. It’s not so bad anymore.” She forced a smile and shifted her hips as if to prove her point, but it wasn’t a good idea. Although the pain she was feeling wasn’t quite as intense as it first was, it had been replaced by a dull consistent throbbing that although still painful was slowly dissipating. The moment she moved sent new shivers of pain through her body.
“Don’t move,” Zack whispered. “It’ll pass, I swear it’ll pass.”
He kissed her tears away, and proceeded with light butterfly kisses over her forehead. Rory drew his lips to hers kissing him deeply. Zack remained within her, focusing on the other erogenous points of her body, attempting to take her mind off any remnants of pain. He focused his lips on her neck, shoulders, and the spot behind her ear that always made her moan. They traveled down to her breasts giving each its well-deserved attention as he suckled her nipples.
Slowly, through Zack’s ministrations, the pain Rory felt tearing her in half, left her body, and replaced with renewed arousal. Tears were replaced by sighs and deep moans and Rory soon discovered that moving didn’t hurt anymore. There was only mild discomfort.
Zack could feel Rory getting restless beneath him. He looked into her eyes and tested her, slowly withdrawing and pushing back into her gently.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she whispered running a hand through his hair and tugging him down for a kiss.
“Good,” he smiled against her lips and kissed her quickly. He pulled out again and pushed back in, slowly with shallow thrusts allowing her to get used to his size. Gradually the thrusts increased in length and speed and if her moans and the scraping of her nails over his shoulders were any indication, she was thoroughly enjoying the movements. Feeling her nails dig into his right shoulder as he hit a particularly sensitive part within her, Zack was sure that he would probably have scars on his back tomorrow. However, it didn’t matter, Rory was all that mattered.
Rory lifted her hips to his each time he withdrew from her wanting desperately to keep him inside, any pain she had felt had long left her memory, and she became restless eager for more.
Zack paused in his movements and instructed Rory to wrap her legs around his waist. She followed his instructions and neither could suppress a groan as Zack plunged deeper inside her. His thrusts became deeper, faster the more Rory bucked against him, and her moans grew louder as she gasped for air.
Rory had never felt anything like it, nor had she ever thought that having Zack inside of her would feel as good as it did. He filled her completely, leaving her wanting nothing but more of him. The faster Zack went the more she wanted him and it was only moments before she was asking for more, asking him to push into her harder than before.
Each time he pushed into her, Zack sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Every so often, he would kiss her lips, neck or suckle one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it and biting it gently. Soon Zack had settled into an ardent rhythm rocking Rory against the bed. His thrusts were so quick, she could hardly feel him exiting her, but each time her hips rose to meet his.
The two glistened with sweat as they pushed against each other, their hands grasping desperately for anything to gain leverage.
She could feel the pressure building inside her. The intense heat that radiated, beginning between her legs and pushing outwards to envelope her entire body.
“Let it go baby.” Zack murmured in her ear sensing that she was near her climax.
He was right. Moments later he felt her entire body tense and shudder around him. A tiny scream came from somewhere deep in the back of her throat and it was all Zack needed to drive him over the edge. He emptied himself into her and felt Rory bite into his shoulder as her legs tightened around his waist.
Once Rory had stopped shaking and he felt her breathing begin to regulate, Zack withdrew from her and moved to lie on his side beside her. His hand reached over and slowly stroked her left arm, gently trailing the tips of his fingers up and down in a repetitive fashion.
“You okay?” he asked leaning slightly to kiss her cheek.
“I… wow,” she whispered. She felt Zack take her other hand and weave their fingers together and lifted them to her lips, kissing his palm.
“You’re incredible.”
“No,” she protested. “You… that was amazing.” She looked up at him briefly, shyly, and then snuggled into his embrace resting her head on his chest.
“Are you all right? Are you in any pain?”
Rory was touched at his kindness, not surprised, but touched, knowing that not all men were like him. Not all men would have cared so much about her comfort. “No,” she shook her head. “It did, but not any more.”
Zack nodded knowing full well that Rory wasn’t telling him the truth. She had to be feeling at least a bit sore. They lay there for a while, limbs and bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of love. Zack stroked her hair loving the way the silky strands threaded through his fingers and Rory was simply content to listen to his heartbeat rhythmically in her ear.
Zack was hesitant to disturb the moment, but he knew it had to be done. “We need to talk.”
If you would like to read the full version of IOS here is the THREAD
Illusion of Sin Summary
Life was twisted in such an ordained manner that she could no longer tell you what was real or illusion. She couldn’t tell you the difference between black and white, love and hate, good and evil. When the line dividing right from wrong is shattered, the consequences come with out warning. And with nothing left and no one left who speaks the truth, there’s only one thing she can do. Revenge is all that keeps her breathing. Only one choice left now: Fight back or allow the lies to kill her soul.
Previously on IOS: Rory went to see her dad and told him the truth that she knew he was really Will Tippin and that she had joined the CIA. She also tells him that she is under orders to bring him back.
A/N This also is my first time writing an R/NC-17 scene so I'm hoping it wasn't overdone. Please review, it only makes me write faster and better.
Without further ado!
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>ILLUSION OF SIN
Part 12.5
First Time
NC-17 Rated</span>
The Kings were loosing 8 to 1 and so it was no great loss for Zack to turn off the television when he heard a knock at his front door. He set his beer on the coffee table and stood shuffling down the hallway to the front door.
It had been a long day, full of analyzing, planning, and research. Dixon had assigned a team to work on Rory’s case; to determine who was after her, what they wanted and if it had anything to do with her mother. The team consisted of Dixon, Jack, Weiss, Vaughn, Marshall, Zack, Carrie, Mitchell and once she returned, Rory.
Jack, recognizing the talent Will had as an analyst years before and knowing that he would demand to be included in the investigation, had also requested his participation providing Will did return to LA with his daughter. The current CIA Director was notified of the recent developments regarding Rory, whoever was after her and her connection to Sydney Bristow. He had made it clear that if Will Tippin did not return to LA with his daughter, he was to be taken into custody and charged with evading federal authorities. Surprisingly though, there wasn’t any talk of what would happen if Rory did not return. Dixon had trusted her to come back, so they hadn’t sent anyone with her, though she was monitored by a surveillance team, there was no assurance either way.
Zack checked the peephole before opening the door and was surprised to find Rory standing on his front step.
“Hey, you’re back,” he said opening the front door.
“Yeah, the flight got in a little early,” she said softly fiddling with one of the spaghetti straps of her white flowered sundress.
“What about your dad?”
“I dropped him off at the safe house, I told him I had to go to work.” She sighed and shook her head. “Even now I’m still lying to him. Can I come in?”
“Yeah, of course sorry,” he held the door open for her and as she passed by him he got the feeling that something was wrong; other than the obvious.
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you expecting anyone?” she asked setting her purse down on the hallway bench.
Zack closed the door behind her. “No why?” he asked turning around.
Zack never got the chance to hear her answer. The moment he turned around, Rory was on him. Her lips sought his aggressively and he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her body tightly to his. He could sense a need in her, something he hadn’t felt before. His mouth slanted over hers as she attacked his, their teeth clashing together and biting lips. Her hands, undecided, traveled back and forth from his shoulders to his face, never able to settle in one place. Her desire to cup his face tenderly was strong, but so was the urge to pull his body as close to hers as possible.
Zack cupped the back of her neck with one hand and wound the other around her back as they stumbled slightly to the wall. He leaned her back against it and brought his hands up on either side of her head to brace his weight.
Zack pulled away to allow them both time to breath and settled for kissing her neck and nipping at her shoulder. Rory moaned deeply tilting her neck to one side to allow him greater access. She ran her hands up his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath and then pulled on the buttons of his shirt with steady fingers.
Zack was vaguely aware of her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, he was more concentrated on finding the particular spot on her neck that he knew for sure would drive her insane. Moreover, the knowledge that she’d kicked off one of her shoes and was currently trailing her bare toes up his left leg was distracting. He caught her leg with his left hand and holding her thigh, he lifted it onto his hip.
Rory let out a noise, halfway between a moan and a sigh and Zack knew immediately that he’d found the particular spot he was searching for. It was then that he noticed Rory was unbuckling his belt.
“Rory stop,” he said regretfully and pulled away from her. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the hazy mixture of desire and excitement in them. “What about what you said the other day?” he asked through heavy breaths, not wanting to go further than she wanted.
“Forget it,” she shook her head. “I know what I want, what I need, and it’s you.” Her voice was soft and husky as she spoke, her fingers scraping lightly back and forth over his shoulders. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to make love to you.”
“Are you sure?”
Rory didn’t answer him with words. Her response was pulling his belt free from the pant loops and dropping it on the floor beside his feet.
Zack kissed her deeply, feeling her teeth nipping at his lower lip playfully and hiking her dress up to her thighs so he could lift her easily. Rory wrapped her strong legs around his waist and squeezed them tightly feeling the growing evidence of his desire pressing into her. Her hands clasped tightly around his neck and she arched her back, moaning as Zack traced the length of her collarbone with his tongue. Holding tightly to Rory, he groaned as she squeezed her legs around him and rubbed her hips against his. It took some a while as they stopped various times, unable to keep their hands off each other. Eventually, Zack carried her to his bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he took her hands within his own and tenderly kissed her palms.
Rory cupped his cheek, drawing her thumb lightly over his cheekbone and smiled at him through heavy lidded eyes. She tilted her head watching the care he took in kissing each of her fingertips. The world she’d felt so lost in only hours before, was now calm in his presence.
Zack stood, towering over her and her eyes widened in surprise. Her heart rate elevated even more, if it was even possible and she wondered if this was what it was like. Was this the uncontrollable, need and desire to be with someone that she’d only ever heard about, but never experienced?
“Are you sure?” he asked again needing to hear her words as his hands caressed her hair, in such gentle a manner she could scarcely feel it.
“Yes,” she said positively, her voice quiet and raspy, sounding not at all like her own.
Zack nodded and reached for the button on his pants, but his fingers were brushed away. They returned to the gentle caress of Rory’s hair as her fingers made swift work of the button and he inhaled deeply as she slowly drew down the zipper and slid the waistband over his hips. He moved to slide off his boxers, but she stopped him. Sitting up in the bed she took his hands and guided him over to kneel on the bed beside her; he obeyed. Her hands trembled as she fingered the remaining three buttons, setting them loose and then slowly spreading the shirt over his broad shoulders.
Zack sucked in a breath as her fingers dragged down his chest and splayed across his stomach. He leaned forward capturing her lower lip in his teeth and nibbled on it softly as he kissed her deeply. Her hands moved restlessly over his chest as the kiss intensified. Reluctantly he pulled away from her and kissed her forehead needing a breather. He fingered the straps of Rory’s dress lightly gently brushing against her shoulders and reached behind for the zipper.
“Zack?”
Her voice was unsure, not scared, but, nervous; his hand stilled, still holding onto the zipper. “Yes?”
“How will I know what to do?” she asked softly.
Her innocence was breathtaking. “It’s okay,” he whispered, gently stroking her hair. “We’ll figure it out.”
Rory nodded, her respiration turning shallow as Zack pulled down the zipper to her dress and slowly lowered it down her arms. His eyes never left hers as the dress pooled to her waist and he lifted her hips sliding the garment off her body. Her strapless bra came next. Sitting on his knees his eyes finally left hers and drifted down her body.
Rory could literally feel the heat from his gaze as Zack watched her. She felt entirely exposed wearing only a pair of white lace panties and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks with each passing second.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked playfully trying to ease her own nervousness.
Zack’s eyes widened and he smiled at her words. He lay down on his side beside her, propping his head up guiding her chin to face him. He was silent for long moments, simply smiling at her before he spoke. “You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “You are so incredibly beautiful.” His tongue gained entrance into her mouth and traced her bottom lip before tangling with hers as both fought for control, neither willing to give the other the pleasure.
Zack’s lips moved from her lips, down her neck and shoulders, all the while showering her skin with tiny kisses and light bites. Her breath hitched as he moved on top of her straddling her upper thighs. Her eyes closed, any attempts to keep them open were futile as Zack palmed her left breast in his hand teasing her nipple with his fingertips while his tongue laved her other breast, swirling around her nipple before finally tugging it into his mouth and sucking it.
Rory’s entire body was on fire. Every movement he made sent shivers rushing through her. The intense heat of his touch awakened feelings in her she hadn’t experienced before. She wouldn’t say she was entirely clueless about sex, but naïve yes, she’d never had the opportunity or desire to experience what Zack was doing to her body. What she did know was that it was the most intense thing that had ever happened to her and she would allow Zack to do whatever he wanted to her, knowing he could never hurt her.
“God, Za…” Rory couldn’t even finish her sentence as he moved his ministrations to her other breast. Her hands moved over his back and he hissed biting down gently on her nipple, eliciting a low cry from deep in her throat as her nails scraped his shoulders. He pulled away from her and kissed a path down her stomach to her navel, all the while sliding down her body. His fingers slid in the waistband of her panties and he looked into her eyes silently asking for her permission. Rory nodded, “take them off.”
His hands were steady as he raised himself to his knees and slid the lace garment off her hips and down her legs.
From her vantage point propped up by pillows against the headboard, Rory was able to see his reaction after he tossed her panties on the floor. His eyes were darker than normal and there seemed to be a kind of glaze over that could only be called the heat of passion. Zack returned to his position, lying on his side and propping his head up. Rory turned her head towards him and kissed him. It began as a gentle kiss, but soon the intensity increased and Rory’s hands tangled in his hair unable to keep him close enough.
As he kissed her, Zack’s hands moved over her soft skin, caressing gently, but firmly. He kneaded her breasts with his hands until her erect nipples demanded his full attention and once again, he took one in his mouth swirling his tongue around the darkened hue of skin. Rory dragged her hand through his hair, pulling his upper body over hers. His lips sucked on the crook of her neck and Rory gave a shuddering gasp as Zack’s fingers gently teased the dark curls at the junction of her thighs. She forced her eyes open as his finger slid up and down along her entrance and she let out a not so subtle groan.
“Is this okay?”
She could barely respond to his question with a moan, let alone words. Every touch, every kiss, every caress was like fire coursing through her veins, leaving her throbbing inside and aching for more of his touch. Even her nervousness had put her on edge, heightening her arousal.
Zack was fully aware that she wanted more and her whimper as he pulled away only confirmed that. Despite her protests, he withdrew his touch knowing that if he continued, despite her desire, Rory would still be nervous. Reaching behind her, he pushed aside the pillows that supported her and slid in their place with his back against the headboard. His hands clasped around her waist and pulled her to him closing the distance between their bodies.
In this position, he could still have full access to her body and give her the security and comfort she needed. He had wanted to watch her, to see the expression on her face as he pleasured her, to know when to push her and when to stop, but that was no longer possible; at least not easily, he noted as she twisted her neck to kiss him. It was a kiss of passion and full of promise at what the evening would hold for them.
Feeling her in his arms, completely naked under his touch just felt right, to both of them. Zack moved to kiss her neck, his hands snaking around her to stroke her skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and Rory moaned arching her back and pressing herself into his touch. Zack moved her hair, over her other shoulder as he inhaled the scent that was uniquely hers. He focused his attention on her shoulder, laving it with tiny kisses and bites.
Rory closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest completely entranced in the sensations he made her feel. Every touch was a new experience and made her feel different each time. Without any place for her hands, she placed them on Zack’s thighs and almost instantaneously, they clenched and released his skin, mirroring the throbbing sensations he created within her.
Her breath hitched as his hand once again returned to the junction of her thighs and fingered her dark curls. “Trust me?” he asked softly as he gently grazed his finger along her opening.
Rory let out a sound, somewhat of a cross between a cry and a whimper as the throbbing sensation inside of her increased. “Yes.”
“Open your legs a bit,” Zack instructed running his hands up and down her thighs as he slowly guided them apart. He draped his own legs over hers, anchoring them to the bed, and pulling them apart slightly more. He continued to caress her thighs for a few more moments allowing her to get used to his touch before returning to her opening. He could hear her breathing increase into shallow gasps and quietly he reminded her to breath.
Zack slowly pushed one finger inside of her already feeling how wet she was for him; how much she desired him. He stroked her gently, each time pushing further inside as he explored her then slowly dragging his finger back out.. He bit his lip, holding back a cry as Rory dug her fingernails into his leg.
His strokes grew bolder and intensified in speed. He paused every so often to tug on her inner lips and when he sensed she was adjusting to his touch, he inserted another finger. Only a few moments later he had three fingers inside of her gently pumping her in rhythm with her cries. They were not cries of pain or fear, but the cry of a woman wanting more. She was so wet for him; his fingers slid easily inside her and just the thought aroused him even more.
Zack closed his eyes tightly. Each time he thrust his fingers into her deep wet heat she groaned and each time he pulled out, Rory raised her hips wanting to keep him inside and demanding more pressure. Each movement caused her bottom to rub against his c*** and it swelled even more. He was already rock hard and wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he knew that this night was not about him or his needs but about hers. Eventually he had to use his free hand to wrap around her waist and hold her hips down to give himself some relief. He caressed her slick, hot walls, earning a moan or gasp from each gentle thrust of his fingers.
Rory’s deep throaty moans grew loader as Zack increased the depth and strength of his ministrations. Up until this point, he had only stroked her inside walls and nether lips; feeling her inner muscles clench and contract around his fingers. Now he used a single finger and applied slight pressure to her clitoris, garnering a cry of pleasure as new sensations coursed through her body. It was a feather light tease at first, but as her breathing began to labor even more so, he increased the pressure, rubbing his finger in small circles over the hood.
“Zack…” She drew out his name, her voice trembling from uncertainty. Her fingers clenched into his thighs even more and she fought the arm that prevented her from rocking her hips, a movement that seemed instinctual. She tensed, pressing her head back against his chest as the burning inside her seemed to grow, and he stroked and tugged on her clitoris in a positively maddening way. His hot breath against the back of her neck, only served to make her feel even more uncontrollable.
He knew she was getting close to her needed relief. Her moans were louder, throatier than before and she began gasping for oxygen. His lips returned to her body, kissing her neck and his arm left her waist creeping up to massage her breasts, ensuring that each nipple was peaked with excitement.
“It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly in her ear. “Don’t fight it, just let it happen; I’m right here.”
Ragged breaths occupied where words might have been as Rory’s body seemed to take over any rational or intelligent thought or fear she had left. The throbbing inside her intensified to a point of unbearable pleasure and she arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards into his hand. Her nails dug into his leg once more, but Zack didn’t even notice the pain.
“Come for me.” He demanded, his voice was low and sexy and it, combined with the teasing of her nipple, and deft maneuvering of her clitoris pushed her over the edge. She let out a sharp cry and felt her inner muscles convulse as the first flood of pleasure washed over her. It continued relentlessly, wave after wave, pushing over her body heightening all other sensations as Zack brought her to the height of her orgasm and then over to the other side.
Zack continued stroking her slowly and gently as her orgasm passed, her juices soaking his hand and the trembling of her body ceased.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, but Rory had no words to answer him.
She sagged backwards collapsing against his chest, completely satiated. Slowly she turned her head somewhat shyly to face him and captured his lips in her own. She kissed him deeply before pulling away and resting her temple in the crook of his neck.
Zack removed his hand from her folds gently and wrapped his arms around her body holding her tightly. He squeezed her and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
“Are you okay? Was that okay?” he asked again.
“Incredible,” she whispered and moved forwards before turning on the bed to face him. “It was… I’ve never felt anything more intense than that.” She looked down at his hand, seeing the glistening of her juices still on them. Her gaze moved upwards slightly to his boxers that were struggling to contain his erection.
Zack looked down at the woman before him. A thin layer of sweat glistened against her skin and her eyes were heavy, clouded over in haze of desire. Her cheeks were flushed red from her pleasure and the memory and feel of her was burned onto his fingers.
He had been with other women before, just as beautiful, if not more so than she, but there was something so incredibly alluring about her; he’d never met anyone like her. Her innocence and hesitation intrigued him. She’d come to his apartment, aggressive with the full intention of sleeping with him, but the moment he’d consented, she’d withdrawn, allowing him to take the lead, yet somehow still maintaining to be in control.
Rory’s eyes traveled the length of his body again. Stopping at his face, they held his gaze for a moment, her appraisal of him evident in them, before moving down to his groin. Zack’s heart pounded and his breathing quickened under her heated gaze. She lifted a hand and tentatively brushed it over the bulge in his boxers.
Zack clenched his eyes shut and drew in a sharp intake of breath. The feeling of her touching him, exactly where he wanted to be touched sent shivers down his spine. As he opened his eyes, he could see that Rory was clearly startled at the effect she’d had on him. It had been just a whisper of a touch, barely strong enough for even her to feel anything, but he did. She touched him again. With more pressure and deliberate intent, she slowly rubbed the heel of her palm over his c***.
“Ror,” he gasped clenching the bed sheet in his hands.
“Tell me Zack,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she found a new sense of self-assuredness and slipped a finger in the waistband of his boxers. “Why is it that I’m the only one completely undressed?”
Zack smiled and took her hand, threading her fingers through his he brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. Leaning forward, he kissed her, gently and sweetly before standing up from the bed.
Rory turned and lay back down. Nervously, she played with her hands watching as Zack slowly removed his boxers.
Zack let out the breath he was holding as the material slid over his c*** and it sprang free. He watched the expression on her face change slightly as a mask of fear overtook her.
“Rory?” He called her name softly, repeating it three times until her eyes finally locked with his as he silently asked her what was wrong.
She bit her lip, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so big,” she stated quietly. “How…”
Zack dropped to his knees beside the bed. “It’s okay Baby,” he said and kissed her temple, stroking her hair reassuringly. “We’ll fit. I’m not saying it won’t hurt a little at first, it will. However, not too much and not for very long. I would do anything not to hurt you, but in these circumstances, it is a little unavoidable. You know that right?”
He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, Rory or himself. He was slightly larger than the average man was, or so he’d been told. He was a tiny bit longer than most, but it was more so the thickness of his c*** that worried him. It was her first time and he knew it would take her some time to adjust to him. He only hoped that what he’d told her was the truth.
“I know.” She smiled at him leaning her forehead against his chest. “I trust you and I want…”
“What?” he prodded her to continue?
“I want to feel you inside me.”
Zack leaned forwards and kissed her fiercely. “You will. I want this to be perfect for you.”
Rory pulled back from him and sat up, her eyes shining in excitement. “Can I touch you?”
Zack swallowed hard and stood as Rory turned and sat on the edge of the bed to face him.
Rory took him in her hands, tentatively stroking the soft skin of his shaft. It was softer, yet firmer than she thought and so incredibly hard. His eyes were closed and his hands gripped her shoulders. He seemed to be enjoying the attention she was paying him and she hoped that she was doing it right. Just watching the expression on his face as she stroked his c*** sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself already beginning to be aroused again.
Zack was literally being driven insane. Rory’s feather light touches were little more than a tickle and although it felt good, he needed more. His hands moved to hers and he encouraged her to add more pressure and stroke him how he liked it. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading her tender flesh and palming them as the strength and intensity of her strokes increased. His c*** swelled even more in her hands, the pressure was beginning to get to him, particularly when she brushed her thumb over his incredibly sensitive tip. He couldn’t let her continue, he might have been ready, but she certainly wasn’t.
Zack motioned for her to lie back on the bed and he returned to his earlier position hovering above her as he touched and tasted her skin with his mouth. Her nails scraped at his shoulders once more and her deep moans were blended with cries of pleasure at the attention Zack lavished on her body.
He moved down her body with gentle kisses, sucking her flesh. He paused to pay particular attention to her breasts, navel, and lower abdomen. His tongue swirled around her tasting the saltiness of her skin as his hands caressed her sides. He smiled against the skin of her stomach as his fingers trailed over her thighs and Rory instinctively opened them. Zack replaced his fingers with his lips and felt her entire body shudder as he placed warm kisses on the insides of her thighs. He quickly told her that if she was uncomfortable with what he was doing to tell him, but she didn’t and he didn’t think she would be, at least not any time soon.
Zack dipped his finger into the delicate mound between her legs, testing, and teasing her with feather light touches. She was already wet for him and his fingers slid easily within her without any resistance. She was wet for him, but not nearly ready and so he parted her slick folds with his fingers and leaned his head down.
Rory’s hips nearly shot off the bed, the moment his tongue touched her sensitive opening. He darted it in to explore her center, teasing and stroking her inner walls slowly but firmly. She began to squirm under his touch, moaning loudly and grasping at the bed covers.
Rory closed her eyes and tangled her fingers in Zack’s hair pulling his head closer to where she wanted it the most. She writhed on the bed finding the anticipation too much to bear.
His tongue stroked her opening and inner walls before dipping inside to explore her further. It seemed that he wanted to taste all of her intimate places and he was succeeding as she felt the heat and intense throbbing inside of her increase. Each stroke and flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure churning over her core.
Rory gasped loudly as the tip of Zack’s tongue located the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden in her folds and her hips bucked relentlessly against him. He flicked his tongue quickly over her clitoris sending shockwaves through her body. He assaulted her senses. The fire he created within her was threatening to over power her. Every touch of his tongue and caress of his hand on her skin fueled the fire growing hotter and hotter. She gripped his hair within her fingers, holding his head in place, silently asking him to push her over the edge once more.
Zack knew she was close. Her entire body was trembling, her lungs gasping for breath and her hips lifting off the bed. He briefly thought to remove his mouth from her heat and enter while he knew she was ready, but she would have come all too quickly within a few strokes, which wouldn’t be comfortable for her. He was quite sure that with the state she was in now, he could bring her to orgasm and another would follow shortly after.
He reached his free hand up to massage her breasts, teasing her nipples. His tongue encircled her clitoris several times before sucking it into his lips. It was that action, which drove her over the edge.
Rory let out a cry as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her hips rose involuntarily off the bed as it seemed like everything was bursting inside of her. All of her senses were heightened, each combining together to create a fire that enveloped her entire being. She could still feel Zack’s mouth and tongue inside her, stroking her inner walls, milking what left she had to give him.
It seemed like forever until the sensations subsided. She no longer shook from the orgasm, but the rhythmic throbbing inside her failed to cease. “Zack?” she mumbled feeling his mouth leave her inner parts travel up her body placing kisses along her stomach.
“Yes?” he replied resting his cheek in the valley of her breasts. His hand traversed over her abdomen, massaging the silky skin under her fingertips.
“Zack?” Rory called his name again, her voice still barely audible in her slurred speech.
“Yes baby?” he smiled against her chest and caught her wandering hand in his. Threading their fingers together, he held them at the base of her throat.
“It’s still there,” she mumbled referring to the throbbing within her. She clenched her legs together and raising her hips to brush against his groin.
Zack chuckled to himself slid up her body even more. “I know.” He rested his head next to hers and kissed her swollen lips. Rory opened her mouth to him allowing his tongue to enter and stroke hers. Rory surprised him by biting down on his lip in impatience.
Zack pulled away and kissed her cheek. His hand traveled the length of her body and he smiled knowingly as it brushed on her inner thighs and Rory instantly parted her legs at the touch. He dipped a finger inside her tender folds to ensure that she was still ready for him, though the sound of her moan was evidence enough.
His c*** twitched as it rubbed against her hip and Zack swallowed hard, trying to keep the pulsing out of his mind. He needed to concentrate solely on Rory and her pleasure.
“Are you ready?” His own breath came in short bursts as the anticipation was getting to him as well.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Zack moved over her and braced his weight with his hands on either side of her shoulders. Nudging her legs apart, he settled between them and instructed her to raise her knees slightly. Leaning down he kissed her briefly and reached into his bedside table.
Rory watched as he withdrew the silver lined condom packet from the drawer. Her hand caught his and she shook her head. “We don’t need it,” she whispered. “I’m protected… I don’t want it.”
“Are you sure?” he hesitated putting it back.
“I trust you.” Rory took the packet from him and dropped it on the table. She traced his jaw line with her fingers, “I want to feel you… all of you.”
Zack nodded and allowed his body to envelope hers.
Rory gasped in pleasure as she felt her body became covered in his. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples stimulated by the coarse hairs there and his erection lay hard against her thigh. She opened her mouth taking his inside and stroking his tongue firmly before allowing him to take over again. Her hands locked on his shoulders as he pulled back from her and he took his erection in his hand. He guided it to her core and rubbed the tip against her folds for several moments before slipping it inside. He guided it within her folds allowing her to feel him without fully entering her.
Zack briefly debated telling Rory what he was about to do, but decided against it. Her hands alternated between his shoulders and his chest never settling in one place too long and his hands moved up to hold her hips. Holding them firmly, his eyes met hers and he pushed into her in one swift motion. Her cry hurt him more than he thought it would. He caught it in his lips kissing her deeply trying to erase it away, but it didn’t work of course. As he pulled back, he saw the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes that he couldn’t take away.
“I’m so sorry Baby,” he whispered kissing her tears away. “It’ll pass I promise. If there was any way around it, I would have.”
Fresh tears rolled down Rory’s cheeks and she bit her lip, closing her eyes to the fire pain that was coursing through her insides.
“Please forgive me,” he murmured leaning down to kiss her neck. “I thought it would be better to do it quickly. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Rory was suddenly aware that her nails were digging harshly into Zack’s back and she moved them sliding her palms gently down his arms. “It’s okay,” she found herself saying in a voice that did not resemble her own. She looked into his eyes seeing the anguish of his own pain at having hurt her and repeated her words. “It’s okay. I always did rip the band-aids off quickly. It’s not so bad anymore.” She forced a smile and shifted her hips as if to prove her point, but it wasn’t a good idea. Although the pain she was feeling wasn’t quite as intense as it first was, it had been replaced by a dull consistent throbbing that although still painful was slowly dissipating. The moment she moved sent new shivers of pain through her body.
“Don’t move,” Zack whispered. “It’ll pass, I swear it’ll pass.”
He kissed her tears away, and proceeded with light butterfly kisses over her forehead. Rory drew his lips to hers kissing him deeply. Zack remained within her, focusing on the other erogenous points of her body, attempting to take her mind off any remnants of pain. He focused his lips on her neck, shoulders, and the spot behind her ear that always made her moan. They traveled down to her breasts giving each its well-deserved attention as he suckled her nipples.
Slowly, through Zack’s ministrations, the pain Rory felt tearing her in half, left her body, and replaced with renewed arousal. Tears were replaced by sighs and deep moans and Rory soon discovered that moving didn’t hurt anymore. There was only mild discomfort.
Zack could feel Rory getting restless beneath him. He looked into her eyes and tested her, slowly withdrawing and pushing back into her gently.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she whispered running a hand through his hair and tugging him down for a kiss.
“Good,” he smiled against her lips and kissed her quickly. He pulled out again and pushed back in, slowly with shallow thrusts allowing her to get used to his size. Gradually the thrusts increased in length and speed and if her moans and the scraping of her nails over his shoulders were any indication, she was thoroughly enjoying the movements. Feeling her nails dig into his right shoulder as he hit a particularly sensitive part within her, Zack was sure that he would probably have scars on his back tomorrow. However, it didn’t matter, Rory was all that mattered.
Rory lifted her hips to his each time he withdrew from her wanting desperately to keep him inside, any pain she had felt had long left her memory, and she became restless eager for more.
Zack paused in his movements and instructed Rory to wrap her legs around his waist. She followed his instructions and neither could suppress a groan as Zack plunged deeper inside her. His thrusts became deeper, faster the more Rory bucked against him, and her moans grew louder as she gasped for air.
Rory had never felt anything like it, nor had she ever thought that having Zack inside of her would feel as good as it did. He filled her completely, leaving her wanting nothing but more of him. The faster Zack went the more she wanted him and it was only moments before she was asking for more, asking him to push into her harder than before.
Each time he pushed into her, Zack sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Every so often, he would kiss her lips, neck or suckle one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it and biting it gently. Soon Zack had settled into an ardent rhythm rocking Rory against the bed. His thrusts were so quick, she could hardly feel him exiting her, but each time her hips rose to meet his.
The two glistened with sweat as they pushed against each other, their hands grasping desperately for anything to gain leverage.
She could feel the pressure building inside her. The intense heat that radiated, beginning between her legs and pushing outwards to envelope her entire body.
“Let it go baby.” Zack murmured in her ear sensing that she was near her climax.
He was right. Moments later he felt her entire body tense and shudder around him. A tiny scream came from somewhere deep in the back of her throat and it was all Zack needed to drive him over the edge. He emptied himself into her and felt Rory bite into his shoulder as her legs tightened around his waist.
Once Rory had stopped shaking and he felt her breathing begin to regulate, Zack withdrew from her and moved to lie on his side beside her. His hand reached over and slowly stroked her left arm, gently trailing the tips of his fingers up and down in a repetitive fashion.
“You okay?” he asked leaning slightly to kiss her cheek.
“I… wow,” she whispered. She felt Zack take her other hand and weave their fingers together and lifted them to her lips, kissing his palm.
“You’re incredible.”
“No,” she protested. “You… that was amazing.” She looked up at him briefly, shyly, and then snuggled into his embrace resting her head on his chest.
“Are you all right? Are you in any pain?”
Rory was touched at his kindness, not surprised, but touched, knowing that not all men were like him. Not all men would have cared so much about her comfort. “No,” she shook her head. “It did, but not any more.”
Zack nodded knowing full well that Rory wasn’t telling him the truth. She had to be feeling at least a bit sore. They lay there for a while, limbs and bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of love. Zack stroked her hair loving the way the silky strands threaded through his fingers and Rory was simply content to listen to his heartbeat rhythmically in her ear.
Zack was hesitant to disturb the moment, but he knew it had to be done. “We need to talk.”
