Uncivilized by Sawyer Bennett
He would always catch me looking, even though I tried hard to be subtle, then he would just smirk at me and head to the bathroom to "take a shower" even as his hand would start working at his cock while he strode away from me.
He's driving me absolutely crazy with lust and shame in equal measures.
Several times during my lunch date, Michael would ask if something was bothering me. I would blink my eyes to pull myself out of my fantasies of Zach, and try to focus back on what Michael was saying.
Michael is a professor in the mathematics department, and we've been good friends for a while. Not long before I left for the Amazon, Michael had actually asked me out on a date and I had thought, Why not? He was good looking, successful, and funny. He took me out to dinner for our first date and it was nice. He even kissed me goodnight when he walked me up onto my porch, and I remember thinking that he was a great kisser and was interested to see where it might lead. But then I got hired by Randall and before we could see each other again, I was headed to the Amazon to collect Zach.
Since I've been back, Michael has been pressuring me to go out again, but I put him off with excuse after excuse that I needed to spend time with Zach to get him acclimated. He finally cornered me into agreeing to lunch.
I kept telling myself that the reason I wasn't all that excited to see Michael was because I had too much responsibility with Zach. But in truth, I just didn't want to see Michael in a romantic way. Not when my thoughts were always centered on the blatantly erotic emotions that Zach made me feel day in and day out just by being in his presence.
But then I reasoned to myself, maybe this is a way for me to purge this lunacy out of my head that concerns Zach. Maybe if I actually went out with Michael so we could reconnect, I could keep the boundary I had put between my ward and me firmly in place, and I wouldn't be tempted to cross over it.
But no such luck right now. Even though Michael gave me a hot kiss before I got in my car to leave after lunch, I find myself still very much wanting to capitulate to the pull of Zacharias Easton.
"I learned about the Kama Sutra today as well," Zach says quietly, and my eyes blink at him. "I learned there are so many different positions. So much more than just the one way I know how to take a woman."
"Zach... you shouldn't have been learning about that stuff on the Internet. It can be confusing and distortive."
He ignores me and sticks his nose below my ear, inhaling my scent. "I also learned a lot about the female body. I know exactly where your clit is now, and I know exactly how to make you orgasm... come... climax."
His words rumble over me, and my chest heaves with the exertion to fill it with the oxygen his little speech has just sucked clean from my lungs.
"Want me to show you everything I learned today, Moira? Let me put into practice what I saw on that computer?"
My body is screaming "yes" but I still shake my head "no". "We can't. It's not appropriate."
Zach lifts his head and glares down at me, while he gives my throat a soft squeeze. His eyes are hard, brutal. "You have to give me something, Moira. I'm dying here."
"It's wrong," I say, but I know it would feel so right.
Huffing with frustration, Zach releases his hold on me. His eyes blaze with fury, and he throws his arms out to the side in irritation. "Then take me back home. Back to where I can do what I want and don't have to live by your silly rules. Take me back to Tukaba and let me practice all my newfound knowledge on her body. You deny me at every turn, Moira, so take me back to where I'm accepted."
His words slice into me hard, and I can feel the bitter loneliness in his voice.
"No, Zach," I implore him. "It's too soon. You have so much more to see... and Randall wants to meet you."
"Take me back or live up to what you promised me. You said you'd teach me about your sexual culture and the only thing I've gotten from you is a stupid children's book."
"I can't have sex with you, Zach," I say meekly, because I can't... I just can't do it and still maintain my sanity. I know the minute I give in, I'll be wrecked beyond repair. I know the minute I give in, I'll have debased my true intention of helping Zach on his mission to reintegrate into the world. It will become sordid and wrong.
"Then give me something else," he says quickly, and I'm not sure if I'm imagining it or not, but it seems he has been waiting to say those words all along.
"Like what?" I ask hesitantly.
"Let me watch you again. Let me watch you make yourself come. Teach me about a woman's body, all the ways that you get pleasure, and let me watch. Teach me that way, and I'll be satisfied."
I just stare at Zach, floored by what he is asking. It's still inappropriate as hell but at least there would still be a barrier. He wouldn't be touching me... wouldn't be sticking that massive cock between my legs.
The look on Zach's face is impassable. He's drawing a line in the sand with me and if I don't give him something, he'll leave, and then I'll have failed Randall. I'll lose my grant.
I'll lose Zach.
Before I can stop myself, I ask, "You just want to watch me. No touching?"
"Just let me watch," Zach says in a low voice, and he licks his lips in anticipation. "It will be a true learning lesson for me."
Oh, God... I can't believe I'm going to agree to this, but I find myself saying, "Okay. I'll do it. But promise me, Zach... after this... it's done. We don't talk about this anymore, and you agree to continue learning about this culture as we had originally planned."
"I agree," he says without hesitation and then grabs my hand. Pulling me toward my bedroom, he says, "I want you laid out on your bed, so I can see everything."
Pushing me into my room, Zach releases his hold on me and commands, "Take off your clothes."
My hands start shaking like a leaf over the raw edge in his voice and the molten look in his eyes. I take a deep breath and pull my T-shirt over my head quickly, not wanting to make this into a seductive strip tease. This isn't anything more than a science lesson, I tell myself.
With just as much efficiency, I kick off my sandals and remove my shorts, dropping them to the ground and then kicking them away with my foot.
Zach's eyes roam over my body, taking in the pale blue satin bra and bikini panties I put on this morning.
"You know," he says after a few moments of staring. "I'm used to seeing women naked all the time, but there's something about those little scraps of material you put on your body that is very pleasing to the eye. But I want to see what's underneath. Remove them."
I reach my arms behind my back and undo the clasp of my bra. Leaning my shoulders forward, the silk slips from my arms and flutters to the floor. Zach pins his gaze on my breasts, and he takes a step forward. I hold my ground, trusting in his promise there would be no touching.
"Your nipples are pink," he says with fascination. "Not brown like the Caraicans. And what are these little dots all over your skin?"
"Freckles," I say, but it comes out in a harsh rasp. I clear my throat. "They're called freckles."
"They're beautiful," he says reverently. I don't know if he's talking about my nipples or my freckles, but I melt inside over the tone of awe his voice.
"Take off the rest," he says urgently, and his eyes drop down to my panties.
Slipping my thumbs in the edge, I bend over to push them down. When they reach my knees, I'm able to shimmy out of them, again kicking the silk away with my foot.
Zach's eyes flare wide and he drops to his knees in front of me, leaning his face in to peer close. My skin heats red over his bold perusal, and I've never had a man look at me so closely, and with so much fervent interest.
"You don't have any hair here," he says, reaching a hand up to point at my smooth mound. His finger stops just a few inches from touching me, and I have to control my pelvis so it doesn't inadvertently flex toward him.
"I wax my body," I tell him. "To remove the hair."
"It looks so soft," he murmurs. "Is it soft?"
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"Yes, Zach. It's very soft and smooth."
He looks at my pussy a moment more, and then raises his gaze to mine. Gone is the wondering look of awe, and the heat and desire are back. "Get on the bed, so I can watch."
I do as he asks, crawling into the center and laying on my back. Zach surges up from the floor and walks to the end of my bed, raising a knee up to kneel on the end. His erection pushes at the material of his shorts, so very thick. Sitting back on his haunches, he tells me, "Spread your legs."
My blood is racing so fast through my veins that I feel dizzy and hot. I push my legs apart when Zach's eyes go back down again, and I practically go up in flames under his stare.
"Now show me, Moira. Show me exactly where your clit is. I think I know, but I want to see you touch it."
I can't help the moan that comes out of my throat, and Zach's eyes immediately snap to mine. He gives me a sensual grin, and then looks back down at my pussy. "Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself."
Reaching down with both hands, I use one to spread myself wide, keeping my gaze on Zach. He draws his lower lip in between his teeth and peers at me hungrily as I expose myself to him.
"Beautiful," he murmurs when I'm splayed out. "You're glistening down there. What does that mean?"
I almost choke over his innocent question, but I manage to tell him, "It means I'm turned on. That I'm sexually aroused."
He nods in understanding without ever taking his eyes from my pussy and says, "Continue."
What started out as a lesson in the human female body has turned into something infinitely more sinful in its quest. Now, instead of teaching Zach exactly where my clit is, I'm filled with a need to quench this burning inside of my body.
With my other hand, I reach down between my legs and sink my index finger into myself. It's no surprise to me to find that I'm absolutely drenched, my finger sliding in with amazing ease. I groan and Zach's lips curve upward, but he never removes his eyes from between my legs.
Pulling my finger out, I bring it up and hesitantly drag it right over my clit, bringing the wetness from my soaked pussy along for the ride. The first touch almost launches me off the bed, my hips bucking upward violently and a groan tearing out of my throat.
"Yes," Zach hisses through his teeth. "Do it again."
I don't hesitate because my body is screaming out in need. Bringing two fingers to my clit, I rub them in a circle around the swollen flesh. My breathing becomes erratic as I masturbate with Zach kneeling in between my legs, bent over and watching me with hot eyes. I can feel myself quickening, and my lower back starts to tighten up in preparation for my climax. I rub harder, groans now repetitively tearing their way out from deep within my chest.
So close.
My hips gyrate, my fingers work furiously, and I feel I'm racing down a dark tunnel with a bright, orgasmic light at the end.
"Stop!" Zach growls, grabbing my wrist to halt my actions.
"No..." I moan over the loss of friction I was creating, and frustration courses through me.
"Were you ready to come?" Zach asks. "Were you close?"
"Yes," I practically shout. "So close. Let me finish."
"No," he tells me while maintaining a firm grip on my wrist. "I want to talk about something else that has occurred to me."
"What?" I practically snarl at him while trying to inch my hand closer to my pussy, which is screaming to be touched. My other hand is still in place, spreading myself wide, but his grip keeps me captive.
Zach leans over and puts his face closer to where I'm splayed open. He purses his mouth, blowing a stream of breath over my sensitive flesh, and I yelp from the amazing sensation.
"It occurs to me that all those things you were just doing with your fingers... someone could do with their tongue, right?"
I groan deeply, and the thought of Zach's tongue on me causes a spasm of pleasure to wrack my body.
Zach blows on me again. "Answer me, Moira. Technically, a tongue would work just as good as your fingers, wouldn't it?"
God, please have mercy on my soul.
"Better, Zach," I whisper. "It would work better."
His eyes finally travel up to meet mine, and his look sears me from the inside out. "Release me, Moira. Release me from my promise not to touch you. I'll only use my tongue, I promise. Nothing else."
I'm going to hell. Straight to hell, but my body can't handle this any further. It wants what Zach just offered me, and it's demanding I take it.
"Yes," I breathe out in a rush of desire and longing. "I release you."
Zach doesn't hesitate and his body drops to the mattress, his face going directly in between my legs. He releases my wrist and because, true to his word, he's not using his hands, I pull myself wide open for him again.
He immediately shoves his tongue deep inside of me, giving a groan of approval as he pumps it in and out of my wet flesh. A piercing cry flies from my mouth, and my hips surge up against him hard.
He pulls his tongue out and brings his mouth to my clit and, as if he were an expert who had been doing it for years, forms his lips around it and sucks on me hard. Then he brings his tongue in to play and circles it around me, harder, faster, rough... raw... primal and brutal in the way he lashes against me.
Another cry comes out, and I try to choke it down. Tears form in my eyes over the unbelievable sensation of Zach eating me out like no man has ever done before. He's taking full possession of my body and he's beating it, solely with his tongue, into submission.
My muscles start to contract, the pressure between my legs builds epically.
Zach continues his assault.
Suck.
Lick.
Lash.
Tongue thrust.
Lash again.
Suck, suck, sucking hard.
With an incredibly quick flutter of his tongue over my clit, I erupt all at once. My hands fly into the long locks of Zach's hair and I mash his face down onto me, rolling my hips. He groans hotly against my flesh and thrusts his tongue into me again as my orgasm quakes and rolls through what feels like every molecule in my body.
As if knowing I'm over sensitive now, Zach takes his tongue and gently laps against me, bringing me down with soft swipes. When the tremors finally cease, I unclench my grip from his hair and let my hands fall limply to the mattress.
Zach gives one last, soft suck on my clit, which sends another minor spasm through me, and finally pulls away. Sitting back on his haunches, he looks down at me with a superior smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
My eyes travel down, and I can see that massive erection pushing out against the front of his shorts. He hasn't touched himself once.
When my eyes raise back up to meet his, he surprises me by giving me a short nod of his head and scooting backward off the bed.
"Thank you, Moira. I learned a lot."
My jaw drops as I watch him turn away and walk out of my bedroom, closing my door softly behind him.
Raising my hands up, I rub them over my face and groan in despair.
What in the hell did I just do?
Chapter 7
Zach
Even though I showered and spanked my monkey twice because I was so worked up over what I had done to Moira, I refused to brush my teeth before we left for dinner tonight because I wanted to keep her taste on my tongue.
She tasted better than anything I could have imagined, and I ached with violent need to fuck her after she came down from her orgasm.
But I promised her I wouldn't, and besides that... when I take her, and I know for certain that I will, it's going to be my way for the first time. With her bent over before me and my hand to her neck, pinning away any struggle that she might think to make.
Yes, I'll only take her when I have her absolute submission and not before.
Moira looks like a scared rabbit when I emerge from my b
I casually take in what she's wearing. After dinner, she said we are going to a nightclub where there will be dancing, and I'm assuming she is dressing the part.
She has on a teal blue dress that is tight across her entire body, plumping up her breasts that I now know for a fact have the most beautiful, strawberry-tinged nipples I ever could have imagined. My tongue aches to touch her there too, and I will in due time.
Her hair is in a fiery mass hanging loose down her back, and she has something on her lips that makes them look shiny. As shiny as her pussy was when I descended on her this afternoon.
I'm finding I like my new vocabulary. Cock, pussy, and fuck. My three new favorite English words.
I want to shove my cock in her pussy and fuck her hard.
Yes, I'm mastering this American slang well.
"You look beautiful," I tell her, and her eyes rise to me in surprise. I've never said those words to another woman in my life. Never wanted to until this moment.
"Thank you," she says quietly as she picks up her purse and searches inside for her keys. "Are you ready?"
"I am," I tell her, following her out the door to her car.
Moira takes me to a small Italian restaurant not far from her house. She asks me if I had spaghetti as a child, and a distinct memory assaults me. I remember slurping noodles and the garlicky, tomato sauce.
After we give our choices from the menu to the waiter, Moira is uncharacteristically silent, and I'm guessing she's suffering from regret over what she let me do to her. I don't want her to drift away from the connection I've established though, because I have more stuff planned for her, so I try to get her back on track by giving in to her need to teach me about the modern culture.
"I don't remember much about what my parents did outside of their missionary work, but I seem to remember my mom was home with me all the time, while my dad worked. I'm thinking she didn't work outside the home."
Moira takes a sip of her water and nods. "Randall told me your mom was a stay-at-home mother. Her job was to take care of you."