The Crystal 3 by Jones M (uplifting books for women .txt) 📕

everyone goodbye, making sure to not meet Zane's eyes, I began walking towards my house.

I was approaching the door to my house when I heard his voice.

"Emery!" Zane's voice called out, making me stand still.

No, you idiot! Run!

I was starting to think of how to respond. I mean, what would someone say to a person after having kissed them and done stuff with them? 

However, time was not on my side. Before I could think of quickly unlocking the door, Zane was facing me.

"Look. We need to talk."

I blinked at him in confusion.

"I shouldn't have--"

"No. I'm sorry," I interrupted him. "I basically spend most of my time alone, which means freedom to dress however I want. The bra had been loose because I had expected to be alone before you came. I'm sorry about the boobs thing."

I didn't want to address what occurred afterward.

"It's okay. I didn't mind."

My eyes shot up as I faced him. I felt myself blush in embarrassment as I began looking at anything but him.

"Why are you not facing me?" Zane questioned as he slowly walked towards me. His eyes had gotten the same heated look that he had before he kissed me.

"You are thinking about yesterday, aren't you, Emery?" Zane backed me to the door as he approached me. There was nowhere else to move to, and so he moved until his form was pressing against mine.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, if you would let me, I could do it again."

My mind went back to the previous day's events. Just from that, I felt a small throb start in between my legs.

"Zane--" I spoke, cutting myself off with a gulp. His proximity was sending butterflies in my stomach and heating my form at the same time.

"I loved watching you come. Those sounds you made when I had my mouth on you, that heated look you get when you are aroused..." Zane trailed off. Meanwhile, I felt my clit throb at his words.

I squeezed my legs, trying to suppress the heat from him.

"And those breasts of yours... I've never seen anyone being so responsive from having their nipples sucked."

I almost went to my knees at the imagery he painted in my mind. Zane was quick to grasp me. His touch increased my levels of arousal.

"And that tight pussy of yours, Emery..." he trailed off with a growl. A look passed between us, and in an instant, Zane had grabbed my buttocks.

With a yelp from me, he raised me until I had my legs wrapped around his back. In the next moment, we had teleported into my house.

 

Chapter 18B

A.N: This is a repeat of what I had said in 17B. The chapters with a 'B' will contain sexual content. Enjoy!

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Emery's P.O.V

Once we were in my house, Zane's lips quickly found mine. Any thought I was planning to tell him was wiped away by the mere feel of his mouth. 

Zane shifted me in his hold, and that was when I felt something hard poke against my crotch. It made me moan in his mouth as I felt heat spread to my core.

"This is what you do to me, Emery," he confessed, thrusting his hips up against mine. The motion made his clothed erection rub against my crotch, and it was still enough to have me aroused.

"Zane..." I trailed off, stopping when his lips found mine again. Zane groaned against my mouth, using his hands to caress my back before pressing my form onto his.

I couldn't believe we were doing it again. I couldn't believe Zane was holding me, kissing me like he was starved. 

"I missed these lips," Zane spoke against my mouth, and I could only hum in agreement. I tightened my legs around his waist, seeking more of his touch.

Zane moved us toward a wall. I slowly opened my eyes, noticing for the first time that the house was dark. The only source of light available was from the moon outside. It barely lit everything in our path, but it was enough to have us see each other.

"Zane... Zane..." I trailed off, wanting him to stop. There was some stuff we had to discuss. He seemed to have understood me, because he soon detached his lips from mine.

"We need to talk," I told him as I lowered myself onto the ground to stand. I could see his darkened brown orbs, and they didn't change color.

"What is there to talk about?" he said, grasping my shirt and teleporting it away. The only thing I was left with was my bra.

"Zane!" I exclaimed, feeling a cool breeze caress my torso. Weirdly, he took that as a sign for him to take off his shirt. His bare chest was soon visible, and it made me clench my gut in appreciation.

Zane looked hot, especially with the current lighting in my home. The light from the moon showed off parts of his pecks and his abs, stopping at the button of jeans. 

With a growl, Zane walked towards me and pressed his form against mine. His hard naked flesh was flush against mine, and it didn't stop the arousal I was feeling in front of him. In fact, it just raised it higher.

"What is there to talk about?" he gently whispered in my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth. It was shocking, and I was surprised by the tingles that spread through my form. His teeth gently tugged at it as his tongue caressed it.

Holy cow! I didn't know I could feel pleasure from that.

"I... I like you," I managed to tell him. Zane stopped playing with my ear and turned to stare at me. "If we are going to do this--"

"I like you, too," Zane cut me off, much to my surprise.

"What?" My reaction made Zane smile.

"Emery, listen to me. I can swear to you that no other girl makes me feel the same way that you do."

"Zane--"

"No one makes my heart thud and my blood pump like you do. Just the mention of your name has me wanting to nail you on the wall and mark you as mine."

That had me momentarily frightened. Zane looked at me in shock.

"No! As in, take you right here and right now."

Zane grasped my back, bringing my form closer to his.

"It makes me hard. Do you feel this, Emery?" Zane grasped my hand, bringing it to the bulge in his jeans. I gasped at the size, but more so gasped at the heat coming from the area. It was as if it was bare for me to touch.

"This is all because of you. This is all for you, and no one else," he said in my ear, grinding his hips into my hand so I could feel his shaft. It made me clench my legs together as I felt a pulsing sensation in my crotch.

Zane's mouth went back to kissing me, and I moaned. His teeth tugged at my lower lip, forcing my mouth to open so that he could dart his tongue in.

I was so lost in the sensations of the kiss. Zane's hands were roaming around my back as mine were around his. I loved the feel of him, and I couldn't wait to feel our naked skin pressed against each other.

Zane's hands reached higher on my back, and he was soon unclipping my bra. The bra fell, and I found myself pushing my front against his, seeking his lips once again. 

Zane released a pleasant chuckle, and I blushed when I realized what I had done.

"I would love to continue kissing you, Emery, but I have been dying to taste you," he said, reaching for my jeans and unbuttoning them. He started helping me out of them, but it soon proved problematic. Zane became impatient, and so he teleported the jeans away, leaving me in my panties.

"I want to see you come, Emery: On my tongue, on my fingers, and on my cock. Maybe not all today, but some of them."

The way he said those words had me clenching my gut.

Crap. Zane had quite an effect on me.

"I want to see you buck under me. I want to hear you beg me for more. I want to kiss you and every part of your body. I want to see you part those beautiful pink lips of yours when I fuck you. I want to hear you moan my name when I fuck you. I want to see your eyes and your face when you come, Emery. I want to feel your pussy walls contract around my cock as I fuck you. Emery, I want to fuck you everywhere, and I want to watch you spill on my cock over and over again."

My heart was thudding as a huge bout of arousal swept through my form. My exposed breasts suddenly felt heavy, and with the way Zane was staring at me, I was sure my nipples were hard.

Zane's hand dug into my panties, much to my protest.

"Hey--!" I went to speak, but he ignored me. Soon, his fingers were cupping my cunt.

"You're wet for me," he cut me off, using his fingers to part my pussy and to run one over the seam. I almost buckled onto my knees were it not for his other arm.

"W-what?" I stuttered. Was that normal? 

"You are very wet for me, Emery. You're practically dripping for me," Zane continued talking, diving his finger deep into my cunt. He looked at me as I bucked under his touch. Fearing a loss of balance, I reached out to hold onto his shoulders. His arm tightened around my back as he watched me. 

I soon felt the fingers leaving my crotch. Zane brought them to his mouth, and that was when I noticed a glistening wet substance on them. I watched with wide eyes as he looked at me with his darkened orbs, tasting the liquid on his fingers.

"Zane--" I cut myself off, not knowing what to say. How could he do that? Why did he put that in his mouth?

"Mmh," he groaned, staring at me. "You taste better than I imagined."

In an instant, he had both of his arms wrapped around my form. His lips quickly found mine again. 

"Wrap your legs around me," he breathed on my lips. I did as he asked. While we kissed, Zane started walking. I was scared for a moment, but Zane's tongue found mine, effectively getting rid of every thought.

We were in the kitchen. Unlike the other room we had been in, there was a lot of light coming from the moon.

Zane cupped my ass, bringing me closer to him so I could feel his erection.

"Oh!" I gasped in the kiss. Zane's lips left mine and descended downwards; he kissed my neck and my shoulders before turning to my breasts. 

He quickly lurched his mouth onto a nipple and his fingers on the other, groaning while he did so.

"Zane," I warned with a breathy moan, almost close to having an orgasm. Zane nibbled and tugged at each nipple, switching sides at one point. I became lost in the pleasure, but to my disappointment, he stopped touching my breasts. 

He held onto me and walked until I was sitting on the kitchen island.

Zane's lips continued trailing downwards. He kissed my stomach, and seconds later, he was kissing the top of my crotch.

"I need