I turn it over in my mind as I pull onto the Barrett property. Zoey’s out of the car and slams the door before I can stand to my feet. I follow her into the house and through the kitchen. The farther we go, the more I believe I’m losing my footing with her.
“Zoey...” I call after her.
She keeps her stride going for the rear staircase.
“Zo!” I leap to grab her.
She jumps and her back meets the wall. Her mouth drops open.
“Tell me what you need from me and I’ll do it,” I murmur, internally feeling that isn’t an adequate offer.
Our lips are so close. Closest they’ve been in over a year. I’ve missed the scent of her, the feel of her warm breath shooting onto my mouth at this proximity. My dick twitches its need.
“What do you need, Ni?a?” I breathe onto her pouted lips, ready to devour them. I can smell her desire for me. It’s been a while, but I now know she’s in need. I’ve never pushed her this hard to see her so raw. I didn’t want to defile her if she was sleeping with another man. But I now know she isn’t. Which means her * belongs to me. Again. “Fucking. Tell. Me.” I whisper into her mouth.
Now, I see her chest heaving beneath her chin as I tower her. Her face grimaces into a frown, almost like an impending cry.
“Stent!” she croaks out then flutters her eyes.
That was it. That is her consent. I crush her lips with mine, immediately dipping my tongue into her trembling mouth. Within seconds, Zoey joins my tongue in wild and impassioned swiping. Her tongue. Goddamn I’ve missed it. Zoey tastes so fucking good. So sweet. It’s instantly intoxicating. Her hands are all over me, pushing me in a 180-degree pivot, frantically perusing my shoulders, chest, and when I feel them below my waistline, my abdominals leap. Feeling her little hands fumble with my belt dizzies me.
When she pulls back, she whispers with closed lids, “All. I need it all.”
The back of my head collides with the wall behind me. Zoey drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth without a moment for me to process it all. Her hot, wet mouth suctions my painful erection and her tongue twirls at the head, making my mouth go slack. This is the Zoey I’ve always known; no pretenses, no coyness, no games when it comes to sex. She sucks me fervently and jerks me with both her hands wrapped tightly. Suddenly, it feels like the first time for me. The sensation urged by her inspired twirling and draws shoot straight to my groin. It doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm.
“Ni?a,” I whimper because I have no gumption in me now to put bass in my voice. It’s all in my pipe, ready to shoot into her mouth.
Her eyes jump up to mine and she simultaneously starts to swirl her tongue faster and pull her wrists with more enthusiasm. When she moans, I know she’s giving me permission. I let go and detonate. My knees fucking quiver and my hands grip the back of her head as I hold my hips suspended, waiting to come down. All of sudden, Zoey brings my banked liquids up to the head of my cock, displaying my essence then sucks it back into her mouth. My eyes damn near pop out of my head. I watch her mirror my actions as she swallows hard.
“Stenton!” she cries before jumping on me, pushing my body against the wall. “Only with you. Only for you. Only you bring that out of me,” she pushes into my ear.