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 atme.
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.
“I want you on your back.”
It’s more of a plea than an order, but after one regretful glance at my cock, she does what I ask. I kneel between her legs again and spread them wide, forcing her to bend her knees and open for me.
The piece of pink lace that barely keeps her covered is soaked, and I swear at the sight. I reach for the thin elastics stretching over her hips and pull the g-string down. I want her so bad my hands are shaking.
“Jesus,” I mutter when she’s finally bared to me.
For a few moments, all I can do is stare. She’s perfect. The sight of her body makes me feel weak and strong at the same time, and all I want is to make her feel good, to make her writhe and moan my name for the rest of my whole goddamn life.
I start to lower my head between her legs, but she stops me.
“Later. I need you inside me now.”
It’s only the promise of later that makes me agree.
“I just want to taste you first, just once.”
A shiver runs through her when I trace a finger up the length of her folds. I don’t even need to dip inside her for my finger to be soaked—she’s that wet. I raise my hand to my mouth and lock eyes with her as I suck her taste off my skin. She shivers again.
Resisting the intense urge to ignore what she asked and bury my tongue in her pussy instead, I grab a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on in record time. We don’t break eye contact as I lower myself on top of her before fitting the tip of my cock inside her.
She gasps and pulls me closer. Her forehead presses against mine, but even then, we keep staring at each other. Her brown eyes don’t hold anything back. I still see fear there, but there’s no doubt. The courage and passion andlovein the way she looks at me doesn’t leave any room for doubt.
“Zach.”
She says it like that one word is all that can contain everything she wants to say.
My name.
My name on her lips.
My body on hers, as close as we can possibly be.
She rocks her hips against me, and we both moan when I bracket her face with my forearms and thrust as deep into her as I can go. I can feel her tightening around me, and it spurs me on, urging me to go faster, harder, taking us farther and farther along this path that leads to a place we can only find with each other.
All the while, her eyes stay locked on mine. I lose myself in them, in this moment, in her, in us.
When I finally tip over the edge, I keep looking at her, and she does the same as she follows close behind. We give each other everything we have, watching ourselves break in the sweetest way possible before all the pieces come back together in a way that makes perfect sense.
