“Yes, Mr. Rogers. Everything is here.” She nodded assuredly with a warm smile. “We will be just fine.”
“Cool.” I tapped the doorframe. “I’ll see you in a few.”
I grabbed my duffle and the remainder of the shopping bags on my way to the back. When I arrived at Zoey’s door, I stood listening, for what I didn’t know. I guess I was a bit nervous. Finally, I knocked softly.
Within a few beats, I heard, “Come in.”
When I entered, I quickly closed the door behind me and glanced up to find a nervous Zoey in a black sheer baby doll slip that opened in the front with a thong.
“Is that for me?” she asked trying to hide her shaky voice.
I nodded and I assessed her body as I sniffed the black rose. She was a few inches thicker and wonderfully filling out the lace cloth. But there was more to her stunning appearance: her legs wobbled in her nervousness just as her eyes bulged.
I tilted my head to the side. “I don’t recall you being this nervous when you forced yourself on me for the first time in Alpine.” My voice was just above a whisper, not giving away my excitement.
Zoey’s eyes bashfully shifted from me and her cheeks heated. I thought I’d finally beat her at her wit. I was wrong.
Without looking at me, she pointed to my waist. “And I haven’t seen you this attentive since that day, either.”
I glanced down to find my rod stiff and visible through my sweats.
I shrug. “What can I say? It’s been a while.”
I then jerked my chin towards her, my heavy eyes raked over her barely contained breasts that were peaked at the apex. “Someone else is a bit excited, I see.”
She glanced down at herself and rolled her eyes nervously, unable to hide her embarrassment. “I’m fat.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I countered without finesse. Her eyes flew to mine in disbelief. “You’re just being polite,” she whispered, her eyes glossed.
“I’m not. You’re unbelievably sexy with the extra pounds, Zo.” I dropped the bags, feeling adrenaline flowing all over. “I’m known for a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them.” I gently laid the duffle bag against the wall there in the small corridor of the expansive master suite needing to get closer to her. “And it’s my plan to demonstrate to you how you’re still the most attractive and desirable woman in the world, and a few extra pounds doesn’t detract from that. You’re sexy as hell and I’m so eager to prove it to you that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” My voice turned hoarse, belying my calm demeanor.
After tossing the rose on the chair to the right of me, I stepped closer to her and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I found Zoey’s molten eyes and knew she understood what time it was.
I bent down and traced her ear with my tongue. She smelled of vanilla and her skin resembled silk. My senses were in a frenzy at the memory of this proximity. All morning I fought with myself, saying I couldn’t do this for her. I couldn’t do this to me. I loved this girl and was borderline obsessed over her. I didn’t need a relapse in our progression: my plan. But the insatiable, selfish asshole in me couldn’t deny myself of Zoey. Ever.
“I’m about to devour you like it’s my last opportunity.” And I pray it isn’t.
I heard her breath catch and felt her body tremble. I backed up to look into her eyes. Her chest heaved and she attempted to lick her lips. I reached for her face and sucked in her bottom lip, instantly reminded of what they felt like. I did the same with her top lip before pushing my tongue into her shaking mouth and darting at her suspended tongue. So sweet. It took no time for Zoey to gain her senses and join me. We kissed thoroughly, exchanging tastes and forgoing breathing to do it. Her small hands rose up to my chest and her nails raked down my abdomen.