“Give me your foot.”
She gives me a dubious look. “My foot?”
“I’m taking your shoes off,” I explain.
What I want is to be inside her as fast as humanly possible, but I need to do this right. I need to make this as memorable as it should be. Today is part of our story. It might even be where our story begins, and I’m not going to rush it.
So I’ve got to slow myself down.
DeeDee shifts around so her feet are right in front of me. I start on the laces of one of her white Converse and slide it off with all the patience I can muster, like it’s a glass slipper I don’t want to break. I peel her sock off and then start kneading the sole of her foot with my thumbs, working the muscles until she’s humming with pleasure.
“That feels so nice,” she purrs.
I glance up at her face and see she’s got her eyes closed. Her tits are thrust forward from leaning back on her elbows, straining against her tight shirt. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
I force myself to look back down.
Removing her other shoe just as slowly, I rub her feet for a few minutes, concentrating on what my hands are doing instead of the sounds she’s making. I move my hands up to her ankles, and then her calves.
I continue rubbing circles with my thumbs, keeping up the pretence of a massage as I spread her legs wider and kneel on the bed between them. She lays all the way back on the mattress and bends her knees. I start making my way down the insides of her thighs.
“Comme ҫa,” she murmurs. “Like that. Please.”
I fucking love the way she begs. It always sets something off inside me, something intense, something demanding and even a bit dark—something nobody but her has ever made me feel, and something no one but her could make me feel safe enough to express.
Today, though, I don’t want dark. We’ll have time for that later. Today I want what we promised to give each other on the pier: the chance to love one another. I want to show her exactly what that means.
“DeeDee.” She opens her eyes when I say her name. “Come here. I need you close.”
I shift us around until I’m sitting cross-legged and she’s in my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. She takes my face in her hands, her hair falling around us like a candy pink curtain, and we kiss until kissing feels more important that breathing, until it feels like her lips on my lips are keeping me alive, keeping my heart beating, keeping breath in my lungs. She tilts my head back, taking control as her tongue slips inside my mouth. I moan as she strokes it over my own. My grip tightens on her thighs, and she starts to rock against me.
When she pulls her head back, her eyes are hazy and hooded, drunk with desire, and I’m sure mine must look the same. She overloads all my senses until there’s nothing but her.
I pull her shirt over her head, and she reaches behind her for the clasp of her bra. All I want to do is get my mouth all over her gorgeous body, but I force myself to pause for a moment and drink the sight of her in instead.
“You’re incredible. You’re absolutely incredible.”
I run my hands up her spine, reveling in her smooth skin, in the way she arches at my touch.
She whimpers when I finally press my lips to her chest, just below the hollow between her collarbones. Even her skin is sweet. I dart my tongue out to taste her as I kiss along the tops of her breasts. She’s heaven. Being with her is heaven.
Her fingers twine themselves in my hair, tightening their grip until my scalp stings when I start to suck and flick my tongue across her nipples. She moans my name, and I move my tongue even faster before grazing her nipple with my teeth the way she likes.
I want to hear that sound again—again and again and again.
“Zach,” she breathes, and I let out a content hum against her skin.
She inhales sharply. “Câlice, that felt good.”
I hum again, and her thighs tense around me. She starts grinding against my body, and when her hands claw at the back of my shirt, lifting and tugging in a frantic attempt to get it off, I can’t help agreeing with that implication that I have far too many clothes on.
She shimmies off me and flips onto her back so she can get her shorts undone. As I push off the bed and onto my feet, I realize I haven’t even taken my damn shoes off yet, but that doesn’t make me move any faster. I can’t move at all when she’s pulling those tiny shorts down her long, pale legs to reveal the miniscule scrap of lace that makes up her hot pink g-string.
“Jesus Christ, DeeDee.” I drag a hand over my mouth. “You’ve been wearing that this whole time?”
She nods a couple times and opens her eyes all wide and innocent—though I know she’s anything but.
“They’re my lucky underwear.”
Then she bites her damn lip.
I start tearing myself out of my clothes. I nearly fall over hopping across the room on one foot to get my shoe off, my shirt still dangling around one arm and my unbuckled belt flapping around, but I don’t care how idiotic I look. I just need my skin on her skin. I need us.
When I’m finally naked, she crawls to the edge of the bed and puts a hand on my chest to stop me before I can join her again. She looks up at me with a grin that’s downright devilish and then drops her gaze to my cock.
“It’s so pretty.”
“Pretty?” I wheeze.
To be honest, she could call it anything she wanted, and I’d still be just as desperate for her.
“Mhmm,” she croons. “You have such a nice cock.”
Her accent always gets extra thick in bed, and the way she separates the syllables of ‘cock’ makes it sound even dirtier as it leaves her gorgeous mouth.
“I want to make you feel good, Zach. Please.”
Some of the haziness fades from her eyes, and she stares at me with an intensity I can’t look away from. I see all the certainty, all the courage I’ve always known she holds inside her finally directed at me.
It’s what I needed all along. It’s what I thought I’d never get.
“DeeDee...”
I want to say more, but words fail me as I watch her kneel in front of me and take me in her hand. It’s an out of body experience, like the sensation is so good and so strong my brain has to distance itself from reality or it will combust. I feel like I’m watching from far away as she strokes me so slow it’s close to torture, her fist sliding from base to tip a few times before she brushes her thumb over the head.
My chin drops to my chest, my jaw hanging open and eyes closing. She hasn’t even put her mouth on me yet, and I can already feel a storm gathering. Sex with DeeDee is like nothing I’ve ever felt. She can touch any part of me, and I feel it everywhere. She wakes me up in a way I’ve never been woken up before.
The out of body experience ends the second she gets her mouth around my cock. I slam back into reality, to the wetness and heat of her mouth, to the pressure of her lips around me, to the curve of her spine and swell of her ass as she kneels in front of me. She takes me deep and fast, giving me the back of her throat, moaning with pleasure as she does it.
I feel like the king of the whole goddamn city even as I realize how totally at the mercy of this woman I am.
She works my cock until my eyes are rolling back and every bob of her head feels like it’s pushing me to the brink. I gather up her hair from where it’s falling into her face and tug gently until she pulls back. She looks up with a hungry expression that nearly exhausts all my willpower to not thrust myself into her mouth again.