Zoey pulled him into her room and closed the door behind them. “I know there’s no one here, but I don’t want to risk it.” With one graceful movement, Zoey pulled Jonathan’s shirt off, hitting the ground with a thwack. His body was something to behold, solid and defined. She couldn’t help but run her fingers down his abs, her hands going down the back of his pants to fill her hands with his ass.
Zoey jumped on Jonathan as he lifted her up; Zoey’s legs wrapped around his waist. It mirrored her fantasy, making her mind swirl. Jonathan held her like she weighed nothing, one hand under her and the other one flipping her strapless bra down without unhooking it.
Jonathan lowered his mouth to her bare breast, picking up where they left off the night before. She reached behind her to unhook the bra and threw it to the side.
“I’ve missed these,” Jonathan said as he placed his lips around her nipple with a whisper of pressure that made Zoey’s head spin with sensation. “I mean, I saw them yesterday but…”
“Shut up,” Zoey said, her eyes closed. Jonathan lowered her down so she was standing against the door, his kisses fluttering down the length of her body.
“Ready to do my penance.” He hooked his thumbs under the side of her panties as he kneeled before her.
“Do you like this pair of underwear?” Jonathan asked, breath hot on her thighs, his face dangerously close to her mound. The anticipation destroyed her.
“Not really,” Zoey said with a gasp as her fingers combed through his hair.
“Fine, then.” Jonathan then clenched the lacy band on the panty’s side, and with one furious tug, he ripped it away. Zoey stood naked against the door as Jonathan’s hands moved in a frenzy from her breasts to her ass and back to them again.
“I’m dying to taste you,” Jonathan said as he buried his face in between her thighs. Zoey’s body jerked with the initial impact, his tongue soft but firm against her clit as his hand traveled up the length of her body to reside on her breast. Zoey arched her back against the door. It had been so long since she felt any touch but her own that everything built quickly, spiraling out of control. Jonathan’s tongue lapped against her ridges, wet and warm. His fingers teased against her opening, tracing it with a feather touch, enough to make her insane. Zoey nearly reached the pinnacle as one finger invaded, and then two.
“Jonathan, I’m so close,” Zoey breathed. “I want you inside of me when I come.”
Jonathan said nothing as he pulled away. He popped up and hoisted her to his waist again. Zoey felt his length harden before he walked her over to the bed, splaying her out to look up at him. Jonathan produced a condom from the box they’d purchased, and Zoey pulled his boxer briefs down as he unrolled the condom onto his cock with one motion. She’d forgotten how big it was, and now she remembered how it filled her completely, made her feel whole.
“Are you ready?” Jonathan asked, palming her breast. Zoey could only nod. She had come back from the brink, but she was inching closer to the cliff.
“Please fuck me,” Zoey begged.
Jonathan opened her legs wider, trailing his fingers up and down. He pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs and, with one thrust, entered her. Zoey let out a satisfied moan, and he slowly moved his way in and out. He filled her and stayed there for a moment. His thumb played her clit, increasing his swipes, quicker and quicker.
“Does this feel good?” Jonathan grunted.
Zoey could barely muster a response, so she nodded yes. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. The swirling within her began again, building to a crescendo. This was nothing like their lovemaking before, quick and rushed. This felt sensual, unhurried. Like time was not dwindling, but standing still.
Jonathan steadied his thrusts, slow at first and then quicker and quicker. The heat within Zoey kept building, kept reaching. Jonathan let out a primal grunt; he was building too. At the same moment that Zoey arched her back, Jonathan threw his head back in a joint release. Zoey rose and fell all at once, feeling the tremors of her own personal earthquake. Jonathan slipped out of her and crawled onto the bed to rest his face on her breast.
“Wow,” Zoey said. She couldn’t move or process what just happened. Her mind numbed and blanked. She ruffled Jonathan’s hair as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand wedged between the bed and her backside. If you were going to take two years off from sex, what a way to make a comeback.
“That was something,” Jonathan said. He held up his hand and Zoey gladly high-fived it.
“I noticed you’ve picked up some skills,” Zoey said, with a manic giggle.
“Likewise, babe.”
“Can’t wait to do that again,” Zoey said.
“Me either,” Jonathan said. “Just give me a minute.”
They laid there as Jonathan traced his fingers up and down her arm, her skin sensitive enough to send shivers. Jonathan pulled his boxer briefs back on after cleaning up and disposing of the condom.
“Why did you do that?” Zoey said, pointing at the boxer briefs.
“Keep the mystery alive.”
Zoey propped up on her elbows, in no hurry to get dressed again. “I’m hungry.”
“Me too,” Jonathan said. “Something tells me we’ll need our strength for tonight.”
“Oh, that’s a given,” Zoey said. She clipped the torn underwear with her fingers and held it up. “Another ruined piece of clothing. I might end up going home naked.”
“One can only hope,” Jonathan said as he walked out of the bedroom in only his boxer briefs to find some late-night snacks. Zoey outstretched her arms above her head.
Who cared if this could destroy her life? She felt amazing.
The crest of light hit Jonathan’s eyeball, causing him to squint and shield his eyes with his hand. At first, he wasn’t sure where he was or what time it was. He looked around and saw Zoey’s hair, wild and undone, splayed over the companion pillow to his. Her back was bare, her body covered only by a new pair of mint panties that barely covered her ass with a smidge of lace. He didn’t dream it. It had happened. He had had sex with his dream woman. A lot.
It was nine fifteen, late for him usually, but not for today, considering the festivities of the night before. After they had sex the first time, they ate the food remnants of the weekend, blocks of cheese and crackers, plus a leftover hotdog that almost exploded in the microwave. They shared the last IPA from Woody Finch Brewery, a delicious brewery up in the hills in Goldheart.
After their midnight snack, Jonathan started kissing Zoey, which led to Zoey bent over the couch in the exact spot from the night earlier, Jonathan slamming into her from behind, hard and fast as she cried out. Jonathan splayed one hand on her lower back and one hand reaching around, stimulating her enough that they crashed into ecstasy with each other in the dead silence of the vacation rental. Twenty minutes later, they decided on a joint shower, lathering each other up with a soapy loofah Zoey brought from home. Zoey placed some suds on the tip of Jonathan’s nose, giggling and tickling each other. The shower eventually escalated into Zoey returning the oral favor, and Jonathan blocked the shower water as she knelt before him. When he finished against the shower wall, he immediately dropped and placed her foot on his shoulder, feasting on her clit, sucking and licking, and she came hard as the shower rained down on her.