“Oh. Yes. Garrett.” Zara tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging on it. The sharp pull on my scalp makes my cock grow that much harder.
I continue tormenting her nipples, first one and then the other.
My hands trailing along her sides, I sink to my knees. “I’ve been waiting all day to taste you.” All day. All week. All time.
Her breath hitches and her beautiful brown eyes widen with an array of emotions, lust shining the brightest.
I lift her feet, one at a time, onto the mattress, opening her up to me.
Modesty has her closing her knees, and I gently guide them apart. “Keep open. I want to see you.” I take my time appreciating the sight, the buffet laid out, groaning at the delicacies awaiting me.
Her delectable scent has me desperate to taste her, to eat her out. To send her soaring to the stars as she chants my name.
Zara leans back on her arms, her eyelids heavy, and I take a mental picture to have something to remember her by this weekend. To keep me going during those moments when I miss her the most.
I separate her folds and feast on her with my tongue, drawing out her moans, her greedy gasps. I lick every sip of her divine taste, not wanting to miss a single drop. Her needy sounds encourage me to keep going, and I push my finger inside her, eager for her soft heat to wrap around it.
Zara’s fingers tighten in my hair again, causing me another shot of pleasure and pain. Damn, even without me saying anything, she instinctively knows what I need, what I crave.
I slip another finger inside her.
I work her body with my fingers and my mouth, pushing her to the edge of release, enjoying her sweet taste, her sweet whimpers, her sweet moans.
“I’m going to come.” Zara’s warning rides out on a groan. “Want you. Inside. Me. Now.”
“Not yet. We’re trying a new experiment.”
Her eyebrows lift. Interest gleams in her eyes. “What experiment?”
“We’re going to see if two orgasms are better than one. Maybe it will be enough to keep the pain threshold elevated for almost forty-eight hours instead of only twenty-four.”
And if it doesn’t…well, I still get to enjoy watching her fall apart, not once but twice.
Zara’s lips curve to one side. “I knew there was a reason I loved science. And ex-ahhhhhhh,” she cries out in response to my fingers thrusting inside her, my thumb circling her clit.
Her soft heat pulsates around my fingers, drawing them in, and I come close to groaning at the thought of it around my cock shortly. She flops on the bed, falling apart against my fingers, her knees squeezing together.
While she recovers from the first of the orgasms I plan to give her tonight, I open the nightstand drawer and remove the unopened box of condoms. “You bought a supersized box?”
She makes a small agreeing noise. “I believe in being prepared.”
I frown at the box. We agreed to end our kissing arrangement if Zara wanted to start seeing someone else, but we haven’t laid any ground rules for the pain-reducing orgasms. “Prepared? As in, having sex with other men…in addition to me?”
Zara snorts out an affronted laugh. “Exactly how much time do you think I have in a day with everything else going on in my life right now?”
Fair point. “Does that mean it’s just me?”Please, tell me it’s just me.
“It’s just you.” She nods at the box in my hand. “So, are you gonna put on a condom so we can return to our science experiment?”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Chuckling, I rip open the box like a starved bear who just found a wrapped steak, and I remove a foil square.
Zara yanks it from my fingers and rips open the package. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, she pumps her hand along my hard length several times.
My cock jerks in response, and a deep groan slips out of me. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
My favorite grin spreads across her perfectly lush, kiss-swollen lips. “You’re very bossy, Garrett.”
“And you’re driving me crazy, Golden Girl.”
