Her eyes grew large. “How?”
“The way that you tell me how you sort your laundry, or get free detergents by writing detailed letters to corporate, or how much you’ve saved using coupons. The same way you tell me about things that affect you every day when we kick it. Just tell me.”
Zoey was still glaring down on me as I sat on her bed. She was fucking perturbed…and cute. But I didn’t give a fuck. She needed to learn. I’d put so much on the line for her just being there. Although she didn’t know it, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. So we needed to get this shit straight right away.
I deepened my stare at her.
“I don’t know how to,” she spoke through a tight mouth.
“It’s easy: Stenton, I want to fuck.”
She gasped and right away, I chuckled. “I couldn’t say that!”
“I know. But you can figure out a way to convey your needs,” I couldn’t help my laughter. She was so damn cute. I eventually sobered. “Now, what do you want, Elizabeth?”
She narrowed her eyes, cautioning me. “I want to do what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted.”
“Have you done that before?”
Another glare.
“Have you?” I asked again and rather impatiently.
“No!” she snarled. “You know this.”
I nodded my head as I mumbled, “I do.”
She gasped again. “How do you know?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” I thought I whispered underneath my breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Zo, we can’t do shit anyway. I don’t have rubbers. Didn’t exactly come prepared for this.” My tone was dry. Between my rod being painfully stiff and learning of Zoey’s ulterior motives, I was in a bad way.
Zoey turned back to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box of condoms.
“It isn’t solely your responsibility to carry these. I’m an equal party in this, too.” Zoey poked her lips out petulantly.
“You’re acting like a sex fiend.”
“And you’re acting like an oversized—pun intended...”—she paid a glance to my bulging erection—“…prude. You may be experienced and can even get it in every city, but I—”
I leaped up and threw my tongue in the back of her throat, silencing her ridiculousness. My tongue weaved around hers and lashed every which way, attempting to taste every inch of her cavity. I needed her to know I enjoyed her, but was afraid to reveal my obsession of her.
I pulled back, “I only want it and get it from you, Ni?a. Nobody else,” I whispered directly into her mouth.
Zoey whispered back, her tone less forceful, almost providing supplication, “Well, I want you here and now. I want to taste you, Stenton.” Her eyes raked up to mine, much softer and needier than previously.
She asked. And I was totally inclined to meet her request. Slowly, I nodded my head, knowing deep down inside we wouldn’t be leaving this room without me being buried deep inside her.
“I’m going to turn off the lights first. I’m not ready for that yet,” her voice was still reduced, but her aggressive and determined persona was in full effect.
Zoey turned the lamp off and returned to me, wrapping her arms around my waist lovingly. I reached down to bring her chin up so that I could taste her mouth again. In no time, we were both enraptured again. She lowered my sweats and I kicked off my sneakers when my sweats and briefs fell to my ankles. I pulled off her shirt and rubbed her full perky breasts. Fuck! Zo has the best tits! Her body shivered when I pulled on them at the hard apex.