“Pull my pants down,” I groaned into her mouth. “Keep your mouth where it is.” And my tongue thrashed her lips, into her mouth again.
I felt Zoey’s little palms push down on my drawstrings to loosen them. She gripped my boxers and sweats and pushed down until they stopped mid-thigh. My wood sprang out wildly. She then lifted her foot in the crotch of them to push them down to the floor, pooling at my feet. In two rapid movements, I stepped out, kicking them away, stepped and rammed my pelvis into her bare belly. I pulled her closer to me by the back of her head and deepened the kiss. The tips of my fingers gripped her scalp against the wavy roots of her hair as I devoured her. Zoey’s hands rounded me and grasped my wings. I began to grind into her. My tongue swirled and swirled. I sucked on her lips as though they were my last meal because with Zoey, I needed to savor each taste. She was a fleeting fantasy. A dream I could never seem to catch up with. I needed her to feel my unrelenting desire of her.
A groan from the back of her throat erupted causing me to grind harder against her belly that though was relatively flat, I could still feel the extra cushion, remnants of her pregnancy. She felt wonderful. I reveled in her femininity, feeling connected to her passage into womanhood. And she felt me, felt every inch of my need for her as she pulled me in, clinging to me even tighter. I leaned in so close that her back bowed reminding me of Zoey’s nimble limbs. It wasn’t long before I spilled out in between our pressed bodies. I groaned hard and deep, feeling my frame jerk roughly, but felt comforted in her small arms.
When I was able to, I pulled from Zoey and aside from her swollen parted lips, I saw her tight eyes trying to focus below to our torsos. I followed the trail down and saw my essence splattered in some places and dripping in others, mainly on her belly. My dick twitched at the processing of that. With her lips still parted, she glanced up at me.
“I had to get rid of that one for what I have planned for you,” my voice was raspy.
Zoey visibly held on to control by a thin thread. I felt her body teetering with need as I patiently loosened the tie of her lingerie. Her breasts spilled out causing Zoey to wince in shame when she moaned. If I wasn’t so intoxicated in lust, I could swear she was close to tears.
I tilted her chin with my index finger as I aligned my eyes with hers. “There’s no need to be embarrassed with me. I’m enjoying you already, and I plan on making you feel incredible.”
She sucked in a breath and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I covered her mouth with mine and made love to her face. Within seconds, Zoey crawled up my body. She was now demonstrating her impatience.
“Take me, Stent,” she panted against my lips. “I can’t wait.”
I grabbed her ass, inserting my hands in the tiny straps of her thong. “Ni?a, you’re trying to play director again,” I growled, telling of my unyielding need. “Besides, I have to get a rubber somewhere deep in my duffle.” I gestured behind me where I’d dropped the bag.
I grabbed her at the back of her head again, not able to get enough of her sweet lips. Zoey pulled back hesitantly.
She licked her lips and murmured so close to my face that she had to adjust her eyes to catch mine, “You said it’s been a while for you. How long?”
My face wrinkled in a flash, then it was my turn to smile embarrassingly. I chuckled as I set my eyes to something in the distance. “Your birthday.”
As abashed as the fact was, it was true. Erika had been dying to fuck, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I still had Zoey in my system. I couldn’t understand why my son being so young and his mother being stuck in my psyche affected my libido—apart from Zoey.