That plea unleashes something within. In seconds, I have Zoey on her back, panties torn, her legs hooked over my shoulders, and my face buried at the apex of her legs. I lick, suck, and spar with inspiration. Zoey isn’t happy. I know this because I know Zo. She needs to be pushed and challenged beyond what she advises. She presents as so confident, solid and well versed. And after all these years, I realize deep down inside she’s made up of the same thing every woman is. She has the ability to be led and to submit. In this moment, all things are made clear to me.
Having Zoey like this—bare, on the steps of the back stairway in her parents’ vacation home, screaming insanities of pleasure—revelations of her soul are sound. She needs to be taken, to be loved. Zoey needs that wow factor that I’ve always given. I was just so fucked up by tying her down at such a delicate age that I let her slip between my fingers. I’ve caused so much pain for the both of us by my tepidness about my ultimate commitment to her.
“Stenton!” That cry, pouring from her lips as I catch her shooting liquids in my mouth confirms my revelations. “Don’t. Let. Me Go!” she cries. As my hands cup her ass, I know I could never let this woman go.
I could never be without her. I’ve always known I’ve had an unusual preoccupation with Zoey since we met, but so many truths are being revealed in this act. Almost too many for my brain to process.
When she’s done, I crawl up her body until our mouths meet. I lift her onto the wall with her legs curled around my waist and mouth dancing sensually with mine. I enjoy her this way. She’s raw, stripped of that fucking know-it-all shield. She’s just my Ni?a.
“Do it, Stent!” I barely recognize the cry in her tone. She’s breathing harshly in my face. “Please.” Zoey cups my face, petitioning my eyes. “Do it.”
I reared and pushed into her pliant lips with one swift movement. She didn’t have to beg; only make clear her need. Zoey tosses her head back as she squeezes her eyes shut and grips her hips around my waist. Her lips are separated as if she wants to scream.
“Go!” she demands, challenging my attempt to be gentle. She’s tight as fuck.
But I don’t want to lose her in this moment. I need to remind her of who we are together. What desire is like. Our passion. I go slamming my pelvis into her. I make sure to serve Zoey every inch of me. She fit me so well. Even if she experienced a bit of discomfort when we first started, Zoey is making room for her pleasure now. I feel her clamp on my waist even tighter, rocking into me, needing me to bring her to that next echelon of pleasure.
All this time, I thought she had another path. One that didn’t require a man next to her, giving her the partnership that I’ve wanted with her. I thought Zoey was a species that was different from any other warm-blooded woman. Her Teflon exterior had me believe all these years that she had no emotional need for me. I’ve always felt I’ve been a mere option to her; one that she purely entertained. In this moment, while I ram into her like I’m fucking king, I have dominion. She yields to me and I bring her there. I finally realize I’ve been delaying my own love. My life and commitment to Zoey.
“I can’t hold out any more! I need to pull—”
“Don’t stop! We can do it…together!” Zoey breathes forcefully through my ear.
I start to plummet into her with such force that I feel an escape from my body. My mind floats somewhere when I see the grit of her teeth and feel the arching of her hips as I rub against her erogenous zone within. The minute Zoey cries her release, mine ignites an explosion too great for me to contain and I cry along with her. We hold on to each other like rabid animals, needing each other to survive this explosive bliss.
At some point, my ascension must have been a spectacle for Zoey because as she comes down she regards me, eerily, while still in my arms against the wall. I don’t want regret to settle into her. I need her to stay with me.
I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose. “I love you. I’ve never stopped. You’ve been the only woman for me. When you’re ready, I can prove how.” My tone is the most desperate I’ve heard of myself.
Zoey slowly unwraps her limbs from around my torso. It’s troubling along with how she’s looking at me as though I’m an aggressor, a total stranger. Something isn’t right.
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