Zoey quickly did as I asked. She placed her legs astride mine and stood in front of my face. After peeling her panties from her legs, I swiped my tongue between her pliant lips rapidly, ending at her tight bud and swiveling there just seconds before grabbing her at the waist back down to my lap before I slammed into her.
“Uhhhh!” she yelped and fell into my chest.
“You okay?” I felt my cock throbbing inside her quivering walls.
“Yes,” she whispered, grasping my shoulders almost into a pinch.
I assumed this would be an adjustment for her body after going without for so long, but my need of her wouldn’t allow me to be gentle, which was why I rammed into her. Besides, I didn’t want to spend too much time, considering it hadn’t been that long for Zoey. That shit would fuck with my head and ruin this.
“I’m going to move. Ready?”
Again, she breathed, “Yes.”
I wrapped my arms around her small back and started to thrust upward into her. She felt magical. It didn’t take long before she joined me in movement. Then Zoey reached back and released her bra, pulling it off as she rocked on top of me. She gathered her hair to the side and pulled it over her shoulder, inviting me to her bountiful breasts.
It wasn’t too long after I took her into my mouth, suckling while pushing up into her soft hips that she trembled from her release. The sound and feel of her first orgasm was when I knew I wouldn’t be going home that night. There was no way I could separate from her after connecting with her in the most intimate way.
Hell no. I needed more. I needed my Zoey.
~Zoey~
As we lay in bed, spent and completely exhausted, my legs intermingled with Stenton’s, his warm breaths hitting my neck; I felt a sense of jubilation. It was quiet, peaceful and nice. He hadn’t spoken since he uncuffed my wrists and ankles, only curled into me so closely that I studied his breathing. I mused over my decision to not succumb to my urge to discard the restraints several times over the years. I didn’t speak, didn’t have much to say other than when will I awaken from this dream. He’d been so attentive, so tender, and so needy.
Out of nowhere, I heard his stomach growl.
I chuckled and he followed behind. “Somebody’s hungry,” I teased.
“Somebody’s been squeezing manual labor out of me,” his baritone rumbled sexily.
When I shifted to leave the bed, Stenton threw his weight over my upper torso. “No,” he growled. I froze at the cry in his tone. There was no mistaking the plea in it. For seconds long there was silence before he uttered. “I’m not ready for this to end.”
My heart shuddered. Stenton spoke as an abandoned child. The strength he used to hold me in place belied his machismo. Did he think I’d toss him out like a one night—and a full day-stand? I scraped my teeth against my bottom lip, contemplatively.
“Stenton, you need to eat,” I almost whispered.
I twisted so my upper body rested on my elbow as I looked down on his soft curls.
“I need you,” he mumbled, almost incoherently.
Suddenly, my heart rate increased. My face contorted into a painful moue, his undertone breaking my heart.
“Stenton, I was going to get up and fix you something to eat.”
Seconds later, his head slowly rose and turned to meet my eyes. Stenton studied me for a while. I didn’t know what he was attempting to gauge, but he was definitely assessing me.
“You don’t have to cook again. We can go out.” His marble orbs were prominent and his overall gaze was sober.
Stenton and I had never been out as a pair. We’ve always enjoyed time outdoors at private places when we decided not to stay indoors. He was as private as they came. Until Erika.
“Are you sure? I know I can find something easy to whip together.”
He nodded his head. “Where do you wanna go? I can have Srey call ahead for a reservation.”
“Well, you’re pretty hungry now and I’m probably not that far behind you. I’m not sure if we can get an easy reservation this late on a Saturday night.”