Chapter 158 Back To Mentoring

• Zane inside me feels like home. How he moves. His well aimed strokes. The sounds we make with our mouths and bodies. The slickness of our skin causing friction against eachother. The beauty of it all, with the moon bearing witness as it pours enchanting moonlight through the opened windows. The ethereal quiet of our surrounding. The empty acres of farmlands all around us with its night sounds. The pitch dark of the midnight. Everything comes together to make the experience feel like something out of a fantasy. I couldn't have dreamed up this for myself even if I tried.
• Overwhelmed and flushed, tears roll down my eyes, I hug him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside me. It is heavenly. Zane doesn't switch his gentle pace no matter how much I wriggle my hips, trying to get comfortable in his thrusts. I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching deep and feeling his bunching muscles move as he thrusts slowly and steady, slow and steady. He hits all the spots.
• "Good?" He asks when he lifts his head and sees my wet face. The question is asked so gently, so genuinely that I only just tear up more. They are happy overwhelmed tears. I didn't know I could feel this good.