Zoey’s mouth collapsed as she tried to focus her heavy eyes on me. She caught on to my promise. The next thing I knew she pulled my face into hers and wildly threw her tongue into my mouth as she pushed her hips up to meet mine. My Ni?a was fucking me back, telling of her renewed confidence. In no time, her moans increased in volume as did her breathing. I was giving her all I had without attempting to break her in two. She felt incredible.
The moment my mouth lowered to her left breast and pulled her nipple deep into my mouth, Zoey’s body tensed. I knew she was preparing for her release. And she did. Zoey threw her pelvis into me with rough upswings that animated the fuck out of me. I brought my head back up to witness her soar, and damn was it beautiful. Her eyes were wild and her mouth slacked as she sang octaves that pleasured something deep inside of me. I needed to at least hear it again.
So, as soon as I was convinced she was done, I abruptly pulled out, backed up on the bed and buried my face at the apex of her smooth thighs. My tongue twirled, my lips rubbed and sucked, and my nose teased. I lost all control, inhaling her sensual musk that intoxicated me, deluded me of any conflicts we may have had. I ate Zoey like a starved man, because I was. I’d missed her terribly, but didn’t know how to convey it to her.
When Zoey’s hands cupped the back of my head and her * pumped into my face, it was my turn to moan. We cried out together, though only one of us orgasmed. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. Only Zoey.
While waiting for her breathing to calm, I showered a trail of kisses from her thighs up to her belly where I kissed and licked and caressed with the side of my face, worshiping the incubator that gave life to my son. To me. I whispered into her skin messages of admiration and appreciation of her plight into motherhood. Her hand came down, fingering my scalp, and I glanced up at her. Her eyes were zoomed into the ceiling and I believe she was fighting to keep her tears from falling. We lay there in silence for some time while she came down from her flight. I struggled not to get caught up. It was damn hard.
I scooped her up in my arms and took her into the shower where I paid more homage to her body. When we were done, I moisturized and massaged Zoey then instructed her to get in bed to nap. Her eyes were heavy and not in a salacious manner.
As I rolled the covers over her, she muttered, “But you didn’t...you know.” Her eyes went down to my semi-erect penis.
I gave her a one-cheek smile. “This isn’t about me.” Then I stilled, abruptly sobering. “You okay, Zo?”
She gasped and her eyes widened in reaction. “Are you leaving already?”
I chuckled. “No. I’m going to check in on my kid while you nap.”
Her eyes softened. “You look like you could use a nap, too.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her muffled yawn.
“I’ll sleep later, Ni?a.”
“Here? With me?” She didn’t attempt to mask her desires. That was Zoey; she left all pretenses and games out of the equation. I’d always admired her for that.
Amused, I scoffed, “If that’s allowed.”
She nodded softly before turning over to find sleep.
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~Zoey~
I slept for nearly three hours. That was unheard of with an infant around, especially one you’re nursing. Speaking of which, I knew it was time for Jordan to eat. In fact, it was an hour after his feeding time. With heavy breasts, I leaped to the bathroom to relieve myself and wash the sleep from my face. Stenton was in my apartment somewhere and after what he put on me earlier, the awareness of my appearance had resurfaced.