“I’m on the pill,” she whispered into my face as her fingers caressingly rubbed the back of my head.
I knew she was on the pill, learned about during one of JR’s doctor visits when breastfeeding was discussed, even had mixed feelings about it, but never thought about going raw. My heart expanded in excitement. With her clamped to my frame, I mounted the bed and gently laid Zoey on her back. I roughly swiped all of the decorative pillows off the bed. I then looked down on her squirming underneath me.
“I can’t, Zo. We need to use protection. It’s the responsible thing to do.”
“Stent...” she begged.
“Just hang on.” Her shoulders sank as I strolled over to my duffle, windswept through it until I found the box of condoms. “See,” I murmured in her ear while I pulled it on underneath her hips before returning to the bed.
Then I cast my line of sight down at her full breasts. I couldn’t give a damn what changes her body had undergone, Zo was flawless. And mine.
My tongue trailed the seam of her lips, down to her chin and chest, and then my mouth greedily nibbled on her breasts. Her nipples swelled while suctioned between my tongue and lips. Zo had the best tits. Full, round and perky. I felt her bow from the bed, feeding them to me. I swelled even more as her moans turned uncontrolled.
I pulled my hand down between her trembling thighs. Fuck, she’s wet. She was warm as hell, too. When I saw she couldn’t last I lowered myself between her thighs. Zoey tried thrusting upward to capture my erection. My frisky ass Ni?a was coming alive.
“Calm the hell down,” I scolded low in her ear. “You’re tight. I’m trying to revive your femininity, not go ape shit on you.”
“Stenton,” she panted with her eyes closed.
I knew I didn’t have much time before she would become irritated. I lowered myself, breaching her lips. I hardly gave a full thrust before I felt the friction. Zoey sucked in a breath, feeling penetration. She was extremely tight. So tight, my thrusts weren’t making much advancement. I thought quickly.
Descending my upper torso, I brought my mouth next to her ear and murmured, “Tell me your travel fantasy.”
“Travel fantasy?” she asked, trying to calm her breathing.
“Tell me about an exotic place you want to visit. What do you see yourself doing there?”
“Oh.” Zoey tried to pull her hips up to meet my marginal pushes inside her.
“Let me do this, Zo. We have plenty of time,” breathed into her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay,” she moaned. “Ummm…travel fantasy. Br-Brazil…I’d love to take the cog-train to visit the Cristo Redentor. I’m sure it’s beautiful. And—ahhh!” she winced. I pulled back. “View the sun setting from the Two Brothers Mountain.”
I could feel Zoey relax as her mind took off with thoughts of Rio de Janeiro. I continued with my gentle thrusts. I was happy to have had a release already, because there was no way I could keep this mild rhythm and disposition without it. Even at this pace, I was reminded of how incredible it was to experience Zoey this intimately.
“Two Brothers?” I grunted.
“Yeah…” she breathed. “It is the perfect viewpoint that allows you to witness the social contrasts in Rio de Janeiro. The sunset is s-said to be—huhh…” she groaned. “…romantic.”
I felt leeway. Zoey was just about where I needed her to be.
“I’m going to take you there. As soon as you’re ready, you’ll see everything Brazil has to offer,” I whispered in her ear as I picked up my rhythm and switched angles in my hips.