Zack's gaze travels slowly down Anna's torso, taking in the smooth expanse of skin visible between the lace cups of the black lace bra. His hands remain still at either side of her head, fists clenching in the dark blue sheets as he fights the urge to touch her immediately. "I am going to spend the whole night worshipping every inch of you," he promises gruffly. "Starting with those perfect tits." He lowers his head gradually, stopping just shot of kissing her. Anna leans upwards, closing the distance between their faces and sucking seductively on his lower lip.
The sudden seductive contact sends electricity straight through Zack's entire body. A sharp hiss of pleasure escapes his lips as Anna's mouth claims his lower lip, her tongue tracing the seam firmly. His green eyes flutter closed involuntarily, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her neck while the other finds purchase on the mattress beside her head. "Fuck yes," he moans against her mouth, returning the kiss with equal intensity. His tongue meets hers eagerly, dancing and exploring with practiced confidence. He rolls them over, so she is sprawled across his chest now instead of vice versa. The new position allows him to run both hands down her spine until they settle possessively on the curve of her hips. "Keep doing that," he encourages breathlessly between kisses.
Anna smirks and leans down to kiss him slowly. Then she trails her lips down his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Zack's head falls back against the pillows with a sharp intake of breath as Anna's lips descent upon his neck. The wet heat of her mouth combined with gentle suction makes his entire body tense beneath her. His hands tighten reflexively on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. "Ahh, fuck," he groans loudly, arching into her touch. "Right there– you always know exactly what drives me crazy." His pulse races visibly in the hollow of his throat where she focuses her attentions. The contrast between her delicate kisses and firm suction creates delicious friction that sends shivers cascading down his spine. One hand moves higher to tangle in her brown hair, guiding her movements slightly as she explores the sensitive column of his neck with teeth grazing lightly over skin.
As Anna continues sucking on his neck, her hands explored Zack's muscular chest and she grinded her hips down against him. Zack's entire body goes rigid as her hips begin to grind against his own. The friction of their bodies combined with the intense sensations from her mouth on his neck is overwhelming. His hands slide from her brown hair to grip her waist firmly, guiding her movements more deliberately against him. "Jesus Christ, Anna," he gasps out, voice strained with pleasure. "Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer." His head falls back against the pillows completely as he surrenders to the sensations. The hard ridge of his erection presses insistently against her through the remaining layers of fabric. "You feel so good," he murmurs roughly. "Grinding against me like that– fuck, you are going to make me lose my mind." His hands roam restlessly over her back and sides while she continues exploring his chest with her fingers. Every touch sends sparks of electricity through his nerves until he is practically vibrating beneath her. "I need more," he pleads.
Zack's hands moved to unclasp Anna's black laced bra, tossing it aside. Zack's gaze lingers on her exposed breasts, a slow smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight. The appreciation in his green eyes is palpable, reverent even. "Every time," he murmurs voice filled with genuine wonder. "Every single time you take off your clothes, it feels like seeing you for the very first time." His hands come up hesitantly, palms hovering just above her skin before finally settling over the curves of her breasts. His touch is gentle at first, almost reverent as he explores the soft weight of them in his hands. "You are perfect," he breathes against her collarbone. "Absolutely perfect." His thumbs brush over her nipples tentatively at first before becoming bolder when they harden instantly under his touch. A satisfied hum vibrates from his chest.
Anna arches her back slightly and moans sweetly. Her hips continue grinding on top of him. The sound of Anna's sweet moan is like gasoline on a fire, igniting something primal within Zack. His control fractures completely as he watched her arch into his touch, her body responding beautifully to his every caress. "Oh God, Anna," he groans, his voice cracking with need. "You are killing me here. Seeing you like this, hearing you make those noises…" his hands become more confident, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts while his thumbs work circles around her hardening nipples. The sight of them pebbling under his attention makes his own breath catch in his throat. He shifts beneath her, the friction of their bodies creating delicious pressure that builds with each roll of her hips. His own arousal strains against the confines of his jeans, demanding release. "You feel incredible," he praises huskily. "So responsive to everything I do to you."
Anna's hands move down Zack's muscular torso, until they reach his jeans. She slowly unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Zack's entire body goes taut as her nibble fingers work on the button and zipper of his jeans. The sound of metal sliding down seems deafening in the quiet bedroom, accompanied by his sharp intake of breath. "Wait, wait," he says quickly, catching her wrists gently before she can pull them down further. "Let me help you with that." With a frustrated groan, he pushes himself up slightly to assist in removing the final barrier between them. Together they shove the denim and black boxers off his hips, kicking them free from the bed. Now fully naked beneath her, Zack lies back against the pillows with his hands raised in surrender. His erection springs free proudly between them, already slick at the tip with pre-cup. "There," he says with a wry smile. "Much better. Now you can have you way with me however you want."