Summary: After taking the long route to find each other, Zig and MC (Emma) finally come together (pun intended, tee hee!) (Yes, I just did that).
Inside his bedroom, illuminated by a single lamp on his nightstand, Zig pinned Emma against the door. Her hands were in his hair and he let his run over her body, sliding under her skirt, up her thigh. Emma wrapped her leg around his waist and tugged at his t-shirt. He yanked it over his head and threw it aside before he picked her up and carried her to his bed, his tattoo flexing. Zig laid her down on the sheets, still unmade from that morning, and knelt down in front of her.
Emma sat up and caught his lips with hers. Zig’s urgency slowed as he let himself fade into her kiss. Her lips were softer than he remembered, and he let his hands settle on either side of her hips. Her fingers traced from his hair, down the sides of his neck, slowly running down his arms.
“We don’t have to go any further than this if you don’t want to,” Zig whispered, meeting her eyes. Emma smiled.
“Haven’t we waited long enough?” she asked, kissing the corner of his mouth.
Zig ran his hands up her back, his fingers finding the tiny button and the top of the zipper he’d helped her secure only hours earlier. He slowly pulled down the zipper, exposing her smooth skin. Zig slid the dress off her shoulders and undid her bra, tossing it aside. Emma stood up and Zig sat back on his heels as he watched her push her dress to the ground where it fell in a heap of black fabric. Zig pushed himself up on his knees and kissed her stomach, letting his lips run lower as he pulled down her panties, dropping them on top of her dress. Then she sat back down on the bed and Zig pushed her knees apart, biting his lip at the sight of her. But he made himself wait and instead, he took each of her breasts in his mouth in turn, his tongue fluttering against her nipples. Emma arched her back, sighing with pleasure. Zig’s fingers slid up along her inner thighs, taking his time while he gently bit at the soft skin of her breasts. She shivered and moaned, finding it hard to sit still. Zig traced his fingertips over her, wet and waiting, and Emma began to anxiously move under his touch. He slid a finger inside her, his thumb on her clit.
“Yes,” she gasped, hips pushing desperately against his hand. Zig dropped lower on his knees and his tongue crashed into her. Emma cried out, her fingers pulling at his hair. Zig sucked in the taste of her, sweeter than he’d imagined, and didn’t let up until she’d come, loudly and writhing under his touch.
While she was still pulsing from her climax, Zig stood up and took off his pants, standing bare before her. Emma shakily climbed to her feet and Zig kissed her. She clung to him and pulled him close, turning him until his back was to the bed and she pushed him down to sit on the edge. She straddled his lap and slowly, almost excruciatingly so, lowered herself onto Zig. He slipped inside and groaned at the feel of her closed around him as she began to move up and down. He dug his fingers into her hips before he slid one hand between them, his fingers finding her clit. Zig matched her rhythm and Emma’s breathing grew faster. Her nails dug into his back as she came, and Zig reveled in the feel of her nails against his flesh. Emma’s cries pushed him closer and he flipped Emma onto her back, thrusting into her. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his, her hands gripping his backside as she urged him deeper.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
Zig was overcome by her, no longer feeling like he was in control of himself as he pounded into her. He felt like he was on the verge of exploding into a thousand pieces as she begged and pleaded for more. Then he came, released back into the overwhelming feel of his body, her body, his moans muffled by her neck as he buried his face. He clung to her and it took all of his strength to not collapse on top of her. When he felt certain he wouldn’t fall, he let himself fall onto his back. Emma rolled onto her side and nuzzled against his neck, draping her arm across his chest. He pulled her close and tilted her face up to his, kissing her softly.
“Was that worth waiting for?” Emma asked, a smile playing across her lips.
“Oh, god, yes,” he said with loud, satisfied exhaustion. She laughed.
A little later, as Zig started to drift off to sleep, he felt Emma’s breath on her ear.
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “As long as you want me, I’m yours.”
Zig curled himself around her, absolutely certain that he never, ever wanted to let her go.
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