“A little after three.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was just so fucking tired,” she mumbles while walking toward the bedroom.
“I expected you to be sleeping, Baby. Just not in the tub.”
She turns to me. Her eyes are hollow and dark circles line them. Jesus, you’d think I haven’t seen her in months instead of just a week.
She runs her fingers up my chest to my neck, pulling me down to her. Her lips find mine with a hard kiss. Like she’s trying to find her air. “I missed you, Zee.”
I wrap my hands around her waist, careful not to squeeze too hard. I set my lips back to hers running my tongue across the seam. When she parts, my tongue finds hers. She tastes like toothpaste and those little lemon candies she eats all the time. I lift her, carrying her to the bed. I set her down with my mouth moving down her neck to her shoulders, all the while, keeping my weight off her body.
I unknot the towel to get access to those luscious tits. My mouth takes one while my hand kneads the other. Her hands grip my hair, holding me tighter as my tongue circles her nipple while I suck. I move to the other, making certain they each get the same amount of attention then move farther down. I kiss each bruise as I make my way to her sweet cunt.
I slowly kiss her velvety, pink pussy lips then open her up with my thumbs. I lap the arousal then thrust my tongue into her dripping entrance.
“Oh god, I’ve really missed this,” she moans as I fuck her with my mouth. Swirling and thrusting it into her hot, juicy depths until she’s squirming.
I can feel with each movement that it’s not just pleasure she’s moaning from, but I don’t stop. “Zane, please. I need to come.”
One of the things I love most about Tori? The way she says what she’s thinking and what she wants without fear. “Yes ma’am.”
I move to her clit, sucking it into my mouth while flicking my tongue around that tight little pearl. I slide two fingers into her, thrusting them, rubbing her G-spot in conjunction with the attention I’m giving her clit until she floods my hand with her orgasm.
I move to kiss her when she rolls me so that I’m under her. I find myself tracing my finger down the bruises covering her body. I want to know what’s going on. She hasn’t said anything to me, and that makes my suspicion tick up a notch.
I try not to let that she’s not telling me bother me too much. There are plenty of things about me I haven’t told her. Like how I helped make sure Zoey’s attacker would never be the same again and enjoyed every second of making that fucker pay. I’d do it again. I’d do it to the fucker that’s tormented Verity for most of her life.
Except that she’s covered in bruises and I don’t know why. After Zoey, seeing bruises like that on a woman pisses me off, so it’s a little harder for me not to wonder what she’s hiding and why.
She stops my hand from moving over anymore bruises. Her eyes look wary then I could swear I see a wall literally building right before my eyes. I don’t get a chance to think too much about it when she moves down my body.
She undoes my pant and pulls my throbbing length out. She wraps her hand around it, wiping the precum dripping with her thumb then lowers herself taking just the head into her mouth. She rolls her tongue around the tip. I have to fight against my urge to grip her head tight and thrust all the way into her mouth.
I watch with hazy eyes as she licks from the base to the tip, flattening her tongue against the throbbing vein.She flicks her tongue again around the sensitive ridge of the head making me throw my head back with a groan.
I lean back up to watch her again because I have to fucking watch when her lips wrap back around my dick. I watch as she takes me in, inch by fucking inch until my cock hits the back of her throat. She comes back up with hollowed cheeks like she wants to suck my soul right out of my dick. “Fuck, Tori!” I groan.
She hums and I can’t handle it anymore. I grip her hair tightly holding her in place while I force myself down her throat as far as I can go. She keeps her cheeks hollowed while that fucking tongue of her works itself in ways that shouldn’t be possible considering I’m so far in her throat, I’m practically fucking her tonsils. Then she starts to hum. Or maybe growl. I don’t know what the fuck it is. I just know I am balls deep in her mouth and that little vibration is all it takes to send me crashing over.
“Son of a bitch,” I yell out.
She drains me of every drop then lifts her head with a grin. She climbs over me, kissing me, mixing our tastes and I fucking love it.
“What the fuck was that?” I pant, still not able to breathe.
“Just call it reciprocation.” I flip her over to her back.
“Darlin’, you don’t think we’re done, do you?”
A slow smile crawls over her lips. “The thought never crossed my mind.”
“I got in a little after three last night,”I whisper as I walk as softly as I can through Tori’s apartment to the kitchen to start some coffee.
“Why are you whispering?” Jax asks with a chuckle.
I reach into her cabinet for a filter and the coffee then get some water into the carafe. “Because she’s still sleeping.”
“Wear her out already?”
