Although it was painful to recall that gloomy winter morning from hell, I somehow felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders with that disclosure. I grabbed her by the back of her neck, serving her mouth to me, devouring her. Zoey let me take her, suck on her tongue and bottom lip, then repeat it all over again. I needed to savor her, commit her smell, touch, and feel to memory, though Zoey was an experience I’d never forgotten.
I untied the strap of her soft silk robe and saw it immediately fell open and her round breasts came perfectly into view. A volt of electricity shot through me. Zoey was fucking breathtaking. As much as my mind wanted to wonder what that fucker Moreau experienced with her, my body wouldn’t allow me to. I physically needed Zoey, and all too suddenly. My fucking dick and limbs ached for her.
With my index finger, I pulled down the right cup to her bra and watched as her breast spilled out. Her chocolate stained nipples were rock hard, similar to my rod. My mouth itched to taste it, so I did. Before my mouth reached her skin, a growl unfamiliar to me shot from the back of my throat. And when my lips touched her, I could hear her breath catch. But when my tongue flickered it, Zoey’s head fell back. As I worked her left breast from its holding, I couldn’t help my desire to suck in the left like a baby desperate to nurse from its mother. I wanted to inhale her. She tasted of honey and felt like heaven.
I felt her go for the buckle of my Hermes belt. I knew she wouldn’t be familiar with it, so I assisted her in detaching it. She pushed on the waist of my pants for me to assist with lowering them and I did the rest. Before I knew it, Zoey stretched out over me and down to the floor between my legs. The time was here and I wasn’t prepared. I knew she’d heard about the tat, the way I memorialized her, thanks to that attention-loving Erika. But she was now seeing it in the flesh for the first time. I didn’t want how she learned of it to detract from the fact of it being for her. For us. I’d gotten it to remind me to whom I belonged in every sense. It was a sexual gesture…and more.
With parted lips, Zoey studied the font. She adoringly grazed it with her soft fingers, almost deifying it. She applied a chaste kiss then regarded me with eyes full of expression.
“I’ve wanted this since the night of my graduation party,” she whispered, clearly caught up in lechery.
Fuuuuck…
Zoey took me into her warm mouth. My entire fucking frame shivered. She went right to work with sucking me in and teasing with intermittent licks on the crown of my wood. Her head bobbed and my back collapsed and jerked until I stabilized myself. I felt like a damn kid getting his first blow. I knew Zoey was good, but when her eyes slowly worked their way up to mine, I knew as well as did she that it was over for any kind of control I struggled to have.
My hands found their way to the back of her neck as I worked with her to develop the most powerful rhythm of her strokes and draws. Zoey gripped the base of me and pulled up in a strong yet delicate clutch. It pleasured and made me nervous all at the same time. This was happening too fast. She was working me like a skilled seductress. Her eyes implored my orgasm. My head hit the back of the sofa, narrowly missing the edge of the table behind it with my height.
“Fuck, Zo,” I drawled out.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned over my stick.
When my balls tingled the first time, my head shot up and I grabbed Zoey underneath her arms and pulled her rather roughly to my lap as I hugged her like my fucking life depended on it.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked breathlessly, as though her climax had been interrupted.
“Because I don’t want my first orgasm with you to be in your mouth,” I breathed in her ear. “Hang on…let me calm down before I fuck you senseless.”
I felt her shiver against my chest. Goddamn. I reached between us for her lower lips and found them covered in panties.
“Stand,” I growled as I went for my wallet. Luckily, I had a rubber, something that I never left the house without, and I pulled it out.