Her hips rose higher, and I couldn’t help myself. I slid my tongue downward over her puckered asshole.
Fuck. It. All.
She gasped slightly but didn’t tell me to stop.
So I didn’t. I rimmed her with relish. Some men didn’t like rimming.
Some men weren’t me.
A woman’s asshole was a delicacy to be savored, and Zee’s was nearly as sweet at her pussy. I gripped the cheeks of her bottom and settled in for the feast, my cock throbbing between my legs.
I swirled my tongue around the tight hole, easing her into the sensation.
She moaned above me, sliding her hips in tandem with my questing tongue.
When the tight muscle relaxed, I forced my tongue into a point and probed her the slightest bit.
She gasped this time, but again, didn’t tell me to stop.
Fuck, she was hot. Would she rim me? I loved a soft tongue on my ass. Not all women were into it, but when they were, I was in heaven.
Probably wouldn’t happen with Zee. She was too inexperienced. But a guy could dream.
While I loved rimming, pussy was still my flavor of choice, so I slid upward to her glorious slickness. I met her gaze between her legs.
Damn. Those light blue eyes were flaming hot. She’d liked it. She’d liked the rimming.
Fuck. Maybe she’d let me…
Didn’t matter. Right now I’d eat her out and make her come. She made the most delectable little noises when she came, and I wanted to hear them again and again.
I was hard. So damned hard for her right now.
But I hadn’t sucked on those nipples yet. Hadn’t bitten her flesh and marked her.
First an orgasm. I licked her clit and then sucked it, shoving a finger into her.
That did it! She screamed and clamped around my finger, milking it as she came. And I swore to God I felt the orgasm as profoundly as she did. Each contraction around my finger surged through me like electricity.
I loved making a woman come, but this was on a new scale of pleasure in someone else’s pleasure.
A brand new scale.
I dropped her clit from my lips. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. Drench me in that sweet cream.” I went back to her pussy, rubbing my cheeks over her wetness, making my face shine.
God she was so hot.
When the throbbing around my finger lessened, I removed it. Yeah, I wanted those tits. I wanted so much more, but my cock was ready now.
I thrust into her and crushed my mouth to hers.
I loved it when a woman tasted herself on my tongue. It was so hot, and Zee was so sweet.
I shoved my tongue into her mouth, my cock into her pussy. I thrust with my tongue in tandem with my cock. Two fucks at once as I took her.
Took her.
Took myself.
Took us both to fucking heaven.
It was glorious.
And I knew…
I knew I couldn’t live without this woman in my bed.
She was mine now.
47
Zee
I woke from a hazy dreamland.
Reid was sucking my nipple.
Pinching the other.
Two orgasms so far, and by God, I might just get another from this breast play alone.
Reid’s lips were lethal weapons, and never before had I wanted anyone so much.
Never before had I imagined wanting any of this with anyone.
He tugged harshly on one nipple with his fingers while sucking the other gently between his lips. The contradiction between the two sensations drove me slowly insane.
We’d already had sex twice, and I wasn’t even close to done. This was crazy. Unreal. Completely unreal.
“Beautiful tits, baby,” he rasped against my flesh. “You like this? You like when I suck your pretty nipples?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, my hips rising of their own accord.
“So hot,” he said. “So sexy. So beautiful, Zee.”
Zee. I loved to hear my name in his low and erotic voice. It was like music, like a musical groan.
“I could play with your nipples for hours,” he said.
“Nothing stopping you.”
“Only my hard cock,” he said. “Twice it’s been inside your pussy, Zee. Twice, and I want you again. I could fuck you all night and keep getting hard for you. That’s how much I want you.”
I gasped softly at his words. “I want you that much too.”
“Do you?” He plucked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you really? Because I’m ready. I need you again.”
“Yes. Please.”
Then his cock was inside me, and he was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
So hard. So good.
No more emptiness.
Only Reid.
Reid.
And me.
I wasn’t sure when the climax hit me this time, but I was jumping inside, jumping toward the peak of the highest mountain. Fluffy clouds surrounded me, and I flew. I flew, the spasms hitting me hard and catapulting me into pleasure unknown.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck!”
This time I felt his release. His dick filling me. As we flew together, I gripped his shoulders, pulled him toward me so I could kiss him.
Our tongues tangled together in a mass of panting and teeth and lips.
A kiss that was so much more than a kiss…
It was a meeting of hearts. Of souls.
Time seemed to suspend for a moment as we kissed and came together.
As our bodies melded into one.
Pure peace.
Pure peace that I never thought I’d experience.
Finally, Reid broke the kiss, and we both gasped in a breath.
He rolled off me, breathing loudly. “I can’t even…” he said quietly.
Can’t even what? I didn’t ask. I couldn’t yet form words. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to speak again.
The buzz of Reid’s intercom knocked me out of my revelry.
He shot his eyes open. “Dinner.”
Dinner? Food? Was I even hungry? Every part of my body except my pussy seemed to have gone on hiatus.
I should be hungry. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and—
Reid hopped off the bed and answered the intercom. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Wolfe, the dinner you requested is here. Do you want me to bring it to your room?”
He turned and looked to me, his eyebrows lifted.
Was this my call? I had no idea how to respond, so I didn’t.
“Yes, please. Thanks, Lydia.”
Reid walked to his massive closet and pulled out two robes, donning one. He brought the other to me. “Put this on.”
“But she’ll…”
“Know we’ve been having sex in here?” He chuckled softly. “They already know that, baby. We weren’t exactly quiet.”
“Oh?”
He chuckled again. “Some shrieking comes to mind.”
Right. That had been me. Warmth crept into my cheeks and chest as I sat up and wrapped myself in the fluffy robe.
“You’ve had a lot of women in here,” I said matter-of-factly.
He sighed. “If I told you otherwise, you’d know I was lying.”
I nodded. No reason to feel bad about that fact. So why did I? Reid was a known womanizer. The Wolfe of Manhattan.
I was one of many.
I couldn’t blame him for what had occurred. I’d wanted it. Heck, I’d been lying here naked, waiting for him, and even so, he offered me a chance to leave.