“Zo!” I barked. “Zo, I’m not ready!”
Her head never came up again and her movements didn’t slow. I jumped, pulled tightly at the tiny strings that bound my hands. It took a few tugs, but I ripped those shits in two, and grabbed her by the waist, separating us. Zoey gasped as I turned and sat her in the chair, threw her legs in the air and entered her again. I pumped into her with unyielding force. Zoey brought that shit out of me. I thrust until I felt her walls tightening again. This time I was ready for her.
“Open your eyes,” I gritted.
Slowly those eyes opened and zeroed in on me. I could see them go in and out of focus, but she fought to keep them open. I noticed Zoey didn’t scream my name, she somehow couldn’t. And what I couldn’t miss was how hard her body jerked as she came. Even while trying to steady myself on my shaky legs, I watched her little frame shake violently in the barstool. When I was stable, I pulled her into my arms as I stayed inside her, trying to calm her body. I knew she was still in the throes of her orgasm, but still was concerned about her take off. It took her some time, but she came down eventually.
After pulling off the condom and tossing it in a nearby can, I walked us over to the patio lounger, stretched out and laid her on top of me. I would have never tossed a loaded rubber so casually in a nearby trashcan with any other woman. In my paranoia, I made it a habit to leave the room, rinse the rubber out then flush it down the toilet and wait to make sure it didn’t resurface. It concerned me how my guard came tumbling down when with this girl.
Out of nowhere, Zoey started giggling. Like…a lot. Her little frame started trembling again, only this time from humor. My face wrinkled.
“What the hell is so funny, girl?” My voice was hoarse.
Zoey lifted her head and let out a full on laugh. The sound grew loud. Her head swung back and her mouth opened wide as she struggled to breathe.
“Zo, man, what the fuck is so funny?”
It took her a while to respond. She made a few attempts, but eventually she was able to speak in pieces. “I’m. Hiiiigh!”
Slowly, a smile pulled at my face.
“Yeah, you are,” I agreed.
I tried to give her a few minutes to get past her laughing episode, but it didn’t happen so quickly. I lifted Zoey again, carried her into the pool, raised her jerking body in the air and tossed her in the water. Zoey reemerged without humor. She was pissed.
“Are you serious, Stent!” she spluttered as she tried to wipe her face and keep water from her mouth, then started brushing her hair from her face.
She couldn’t see me wading my way over to her. When I reached her, I pulled her into my arms and as she was about to start ripping into my ass, I covered her mouth with a kiss. It didn’t take her long to join me. Neither did it take her long to reach her next climax there in the pool.
Chapter 9
~Stenton~
The next day, we rose early, cooked breakfast together—or I should say, she gave me another cooking lesson. I made us reservations for dune buggy riding. When we arrived, we started off with a vintage two-seater and I drove us wildly throughout the open desert, spinning dirt underneath the wheels. I got a high from speeding on open soil terrain. Zoey seemed to enjoy it and even asked to take over the wheel.
I glanced over at her, doubtfully. “Really? You wanna try?”
“Yeah, why not? Because I’m a girl?”