I don’t know how long we stay in this position when I withdraw my mouth and my tongue. Her glistening eyes meet mine, the tears far from ending.
I brush them away with my thumbs. “Why are you still blubbering? What we just had was f*ck
ing amazing.”
“I know,” she snivels. “No one’s ever made me come like that. No one. I felt like we were one.”
“The same, baby. The same.” And I swear that’s the goddamn truth. I’ve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I left the planet with her. And a roar of her name so loud the stars heard me.
“Brandon, what are we going to do?” Her faltering voice is thick with uncertainty. Borderline despair. I can read her mind.
I cup her tear-streaked cheeks with my hands and face her squarely. “We’re going to f*ck
our brains out, and with whatever’s left, we’re going to figure things out.”
A glint of hope glimmers in her eyes. “My love, f*ck
me again.”
She called me her love. This f*ck
has changed everything. A foreboding cloud hangs over me. My chest tightens. How am I going to end it with goddamn Katrina?
Zoey’s sweet rasp cuts into my anxiety. “Are you alright, Brandon?”
“Yeah.” Flicking her nose, I twitch a fleeting smile. I don’t tell her I was thinking about my soon-to-be ex.
f*ck
Katrina. With another bruising kiss, I banish the bitch to the furthest recesses of my mind. It’s time for another unforgettable f*ck
ing and I know just where I want to go. Brandon Taylor is back in control.
Zoey
He’s kissing me again. This time it’s savage and rough. He pins my body against the stone wall while his mouth gnaws my lips and his tongue clashes with mine, thrusting and probing. The skin around my swollen lips stings beneath the brush of his stubble. The hair on the back of my neck bristles. I suck on his mouth hungrily as a tornado of swirling colors spirals from the back of my eyes, down my spine to the place I want him most. Between my thighs which are quivering with desire and dripping wet with my juices. Any worries I have are sucked into a vortex of lust. He inhabits every sense, every fiber of my being. f*ck
me, Brandon! Own me! Possess me! I hitch one leg around his hips and fist him into me by the roots of his hair. I moan into his mouth when I feel his hand caress my shuddering p*ssy
. His thumb rubs my throbbing, aching clit while he breathes into my mouth.
“f*ck
, Zoey. You’re still so hot, so wet for me.”
“Please f*ck
me again, Brandon,” I beg hoarsely. My desperate need for him consumes me.
Taking a small step backward, he smooths my chiffon dress and stares at me with white-hot intensity. “Baby, I’m going to take you again, but not here.” With a tweak of my puckered nipples, he glances down at the cobblestones where my panties are crumpled next to my bare feet and then gives me a smug smile. “Put them back on. I don’t want you to stain your pretty dress.”
Mama always told me, “Baby girl, live as if there’s no tomorrow.” When I was a little girl, I didn’t understand what that meant, but years after her senseless murder those words rang true for me.