Grabbing her by the back of her sweater, I pulled her against me. “I hadn’t planned on telling you my answer. I want to show you how I feel about being with you.” And with a yank, the sweater was over her head.
The little mewling sounds she made as my hand trailed up her ribs to cup her breast were precious. The little whimpers. The little gasps for air.
“I care for you, Zoe. A crazy amount in the little time we’ve known each other.”
Fisting her hair in my other hand, I pulled her head back and trailed my tongue down her neck, tasting the salt lingering on her skin. When I traced the shell of her ear, goosebumps broke out on her flesh.
Her mouth clashed with mine, our tongues at war as they attempted to take siege of the other before releasing to pet and stroke. Her mouth was pure sin as I devoured her lips and tongue.
Her fingers inched under my shirt, touching skin, traveling up to my chest. She whimpered as I jerked her to me, my cock pressing into her sex through our clothes. I wanted her. Needed her. Needed her to know how much. In just a few days, I’d begun to rely on her presence, and I couldn’t believe how much she’d changed my life.
Licking into her mouth, I walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the chair nearest the fire. Pushing until she plopped into the seat, my fingers went immediately to the button of her jeans.
Peeling them down her legs, I kissed every inch of skin that I exposed. Her thighs, knees, the bone running down her shin. As I pulled her socks off, I kissed her ankles and then each of her toes. She was panting as I kissed my way back up, not stopping until I reached her panties.
Pushing her legs open until each rested on the arms of the chair, I leaned forward and inhaled her scent, my tongue tracing the edge of the white cotton. Zoe pushed her hands into my hair. “Please,” she whispered.
I nuzzled her through the cotton. She was already wet.
The light caress caused her to arch up, pushing herself against me, demanding more. I accepted the demand — happily. Through the material, I licked and bit, and when she went to shove her panties down, swearing in frustration, I caught her wrists, pinning them to her thighs.
“Hands off,” I said roughly. “This is mine.”
“Gray, I need you.”
I ignored her pleas and continued stroking her lightly through the soft material. My cock was iron-hard, and the thought of feeling her wet pussy clamped around me made my balls draw in tight. She jerked against the hold I had on her wrists.
Her clit was a hard bud, stiff, and even through her panties, I felt it pulsing. With slow, deliberate pressure, I scraped my teeth over it, listening to her sharp intake of breath before pulling the material aside with my teeth.
It wasn’t enough. Reaching up, I stripped them from her before forcing her legs apart again. Dragging a finger up through her honey-slick folds, I watched the flower of her sex open before me. With my thumbs, I spread her swollen flesh even farther apart, one layer at a time. She was glistening. Ready for me. Needing me. So fucking beautiful.
Zoe squirmed, her hands in my hair, pulling me, trying to put my mouth where she needed it. I grinned. The Zoe from a few days ago wouldn’t have done that. She cursed. She wouldn’t have done that either.
“Gray, please.”
I blew on her folds. Her eyes closed, but I waited until they opened again. I wanted her to watch me give her what she needed. “Watch me show you what I think about being with you.”
In one quick movement, I licked up her slit before capturing her clit between my teeth. Her eyes rolled back, and she writhed, crying out as I sucked the tight bundle of nerves into my mouth. Pushing her thighs even farther back, I retraced my path, plunging my tongue deep inside her sweetness.
Sinking a finger into her tight warmth, I added another, scissoring them to make her ready for me. She was so tight, I worried I’d hurt her, rip her apart with my desperation.
Zoe’s body tightened as I stroked her deep inside, pumping my fingers with increasing speed. Her breath grew more ragged, the air ripping out of her lungs as I forced her closer and closer to the edge.
When she came, my name was on her lips as her entire body tightened, her thighs closing like a clamp around my head. Licking her softly, I waited until she stopped trembling, stopped gasping for breath before I stood and pushed my jeans down my legs.
She recovered quickly, still panting but sitting up in the chair. As my pants hit the floor, she began pulling my boxers down, licking her lips as my cock sprang free. In the days we’d been together, I’d made sure the sex was all about her, and until this moment, she’d seemed perfectly happy with that arrangement.
But now, she wrapped her hand around my cock, running a thumb over the head, swiping at a drop of pre-cum. Those eyes… Christ, they looked up at me as she brought the thumb to her mouth, and sucked. She smiled, apparently approving of the taste. Good. I had more of that to offer.
Tentatively, she licked around the rim before opening her mouth to take me in. Gritting my teeth, it took all my willpower not to grab her head and fuck her face until I exploded.
Heat. Wet. Pressure. The trifecta of every man’s wet dream.
I hissed as her tongue dipped into the tip, her teeth scraping the shaft as she tried to take me into her throat. I watched her mouth stretch wide, trying to take more of me until her eyes began to water. I grabbed her hair, pulsing in and out, before giving her a moment to breathe.
“More.”
Her fingernails scraped up my thighs, and she took my balls in her hand, squeezing almost too gently as I fed her my cock again. So sexy. Her fist circled the base of my shaft, covering the part of me her mouth couldn’t reach.
“So good,” I encouraged as my cock disappeared and reappeared. And it was good; so good I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
As she bobbed her head, stroking my base with her hand, I warned her, “Goddess, I’m close.” She didn’t stop, only sucked harder, stroked faster, and I pulled her head away just before my semen surged from my balls.
Breathing hard, I fought my way back from the edge, not ready for this to be over.
Grabbing her hands, I pulled her to the floor, hooked her left knee over my elbow, opening her fully. In one smooth thrust, I pushed past the tight resistance of her pussy, gritting my teeth as she milked me, clenching around me like a fist.
Her eyes went blind, her hands grasping for anything she could hold on to, and I withdrew, feeling the drag of her tissues rasping over me. It was one of the best damn things I’d ever felt in my fucking life.
“Gray, I—”
I kissed her, stealing whatever she was going to say into my mouth as I began to spear into her like a savage, feeling her body tighten and tremor beneath me.
She pulled her mouth from mine, gasping for breath. Her head fell back on the rug, leaving the long line of her neck exposed, I bent my head and scraped the soft skin with my teeth.