“I think you missed other parts of me more,” she teased, and I lifted my gaze to her face to see she’d caught me checking her out… again.
I sat there and watched as she finished putting the things away, and when she turned and was close enough to me, I reached out and grabbed her, pulled her onto my lap, and nuzzled my mouth against her ear. “You smell so fucking good,” I groaned.
I pulled back and looked down at her shirt, could see that I was affecting her. Her nipples beaded, and she straightened, her arousal clear. Good, ‘cause I was already there. I shifted her quickly, so fast she had to wrap her arms around my shoulders to steady herself. With her chest to mine, her legs spread on either side of mine, I slid a hand up the center of her back and cupped her nape, showing her my ownership of her. And I knew she got off on that, as did I.
I growled, “I can’t get enough of you. I never will.” I went back to nuzzling the side of her throat, taking her scent into my lungs, running my tongue over her skin, and memorizing her flavor.
Since moving out of the main house and getting our own place, things had been… domestic in a way I never experienced. And I grew addicted to having this always, for having more. Having Zoey in the same bed with me every night and waking up to her pressed against me every morning was a euphoria that could never be matched. I might not have been a good man in every sense of the word, but she made me want to be better.
She was my queen.
My cock was so fucking hard, digging between her thighs. I wanted to be inside her, to feel how hot and tight she was. I knew she’d be wet. I knew she was soaked.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
She laughed softly and ground herself against me, causing a groan from me. “I just went to the store.”
“Anytime you’re not with me is too long, baby.”
I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I slanted my mouth on hers, taking her lips with my tongue and teeth, gently nibbling on her flesh, pulling her flavor into my body until I was so desperate for more I knew I had to calm down or I’d be too rough. I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened on a moan. Our tongues pressed against each other, dueling for supremacy until she finally submitted to me. I stood, holding her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist to keep her stable. I walked us over to the counter, set her sweet ass on the granite, and she spread her legs wider so I could move between them.
“This is what I’ve been thinking about when I’m not with you,” I grunted. “When I close my eyes, I swear I can smell you, that sweet scent that lingers on your skin that has me so damn hard my cock hurts,” I murmured against her neck, my tongue and lips teasing her flesh until she tried to get as close to me as possible. That’s what I wanted. “My cock gets so hard for you when I think about how perfect you are, that you’re mine.” I emphasized my point by grinding my rock-hard shaft against her belly, my low groan making her gasp. I knew she liked this shit as much as I did.
As I licked at her throat, I slipped my hand between our bodies as I started to unbutton and unzip her shorts. I needed access to that sweet heat she had only for me. “Lift up for me, Zoey,” I growled. She did as I asked, and I speared my hand beneath the denim, pulled them down, and then had my fingers on her panties, tearing that thin piece of cotton away from her in my frantic need of her pussy.
When I had those items gone, I reached down and slid my fingers down her slit, spreading her lips and feeling how wet and silky she was. Zoey let her head fall back as my other hand snaked behind her and under her ass, gripping a full cheek. I clenched and unclenched the globe until she was wantonly moaning and trying to thrust her hips at me. My dick jerked against the zipper of my jeans. I used my finger to tease the opening of her pussy, dipping in partly before pulling the digit out and sliding it up and running small circles around her clit.
She closed her eyes, her breathing broken. I made her breathless. Her breasts pressed against her tank, her nipples hard. My mouth watered. I latched my mouth onto a globe right through the shirt, sucking at the tight peak, knowing her shirt and bra would be soaked by the time I was done. After a few seconds, I pulled back and looked down at what I’d done. Fuck, the white tank was soaked clean through from my mouth, as was the thin white bra she wore. And I knew the fucker was thin and white because I saw the outline and pinkness of her areola.
I went back to work on her cleft, spreading her moisture around until she was so slick her juices were dripping down my fingers. I couldn’t contain my need for her anymore. I dropped to my knees, looking up at her as I took my thumb and forefinger and spread the little hood away from her clit. She watched me intently, and when I looked at the small bud swollen from my ministrations, my mouth watered even more.
While still watching her, I ran my tongue along her clit, sucking the engorged pearl between my lips until she was shaking, pressing that pussy against my mouth as she needed me to give her more. I slowly moved my head back, my tongue still touching her clit as I stared up at her. It was clear that was all she needed, that visual stimulus, the low hum of my desire that I knew spread right through the bundle of nerves. I watched her come for me.
I felt pre-cum start to dampen my jeans as she thrust her breasts out, her pussy grinding into my touch. She wanted my dick, and I’d give it to her.
“Watch me, Zoey baby.”
She opened her eyes and looked down at me, her expression glossed over with her pleasure. I looked back between her thighs and spread her pussy lips wide with a thumb on each side, her clit still swollen. I leaned in and ran my tongue up and down her cleft, dipping it into her clenching pussy hole, and then moving back up to suck the hard little bud into my mouth.
I knew the warmth and wetness, the friction and motions, were going to have her coming for me again. She was so damn receptive to my touches. And as her body tightened as she came, I lapped up her juices that were slipping out of her, humming my approval as I savored this moment… savored her flavor.
I stood, had her off the counter, turned around, and placed my hand on the center of her back, pushing her forward. Her ass was popped out real nice, and I used my booted foot to kick her legs open even more. I shoved her shirt up, yanked her bra down, and she hissed as her breasts pressed to the no doubt frigid granite counter.
“You like that,” I murmured, and she hummed her approval.
“Yeah, you do,” I grunted and leaned back to take in the sight of her perfect peach ass. Fuck, I was hard. I pushed my hips forward, ground my dick against her softness, and clenched my teeth. “I can’t wait anymore.” I yanked my zipper down, undid the button of my jeans, and grabbed my cock, pulling it through the fly.
She lifted her ass for me, and I growled. Fuck.
And when I ran the tip of my huge cock up and down the crease of her ass, she moaned for me and rose on her toes, trying to get me closer to the soaked core of her body that I knew ached for me. I smacked her ass with my cock, my balls drawing up with my impending orgasm.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, Zoey. So. Good. I’m going to fill you up until you can’t stretch anymore, until you’re sore and walking bowlegged tomorrow morning.” My mouth was right by her ear, and I knew my filthy words turned her on. They fucking turned me on.
I had my fingers between her thighs, used the digits to spread her moisture around, and slid them up until I was pressing those slicked fingers against her asshole. She gasped, looked over her shoulder at me, and I felt my body tighten even more at her glazed-over expression.