He could see it and knew it because he felt the same. This should have just been a hot fuck between two consenting adults. Instead, it was an intimate interlude between a woman who cared enough to give her lover his fantasy and a man falling deeper under her magical spell. They shared an emotional connection that continued to grow.
Zoe leaned down, finally following her hands with her mouth.
He groaned and swore when she trailed kisses across his body, licking his nipples, then biting them.
“Come on,” he urged. “More.”
She moaned and continued to kiss him, dragging her breasts over his body as she leaned across him. It seemed to take forever before she kissed his mouth, while continuing to stroke his arms, from his shoulders to his wrists tied up in spandex.
He felt like a man possessed, kissing her with desperation. Sliding his tongue in and out, needing to do the same with his cock. He arched his head off the bed until she cupped his head, easing the strain on his neck.
When she pulled away to kiss toward his ear, he begged her to come back. “Come on, baby. Kiss me again,” he growled. “Mouth fuck me with that tongue.”
She gave a low laugh, one that vibrated to his core. Then she nipped his earlobe and whispered, “How about if I take a seat on the bed. Would you like that?”
He bowed off the bed, humping the air. “Fuck, yes. Right over me. Put yourself on me. I’m so hard.”
She laughed again, then tongued his ear, playing along his erogenous zones until he feared spontaneously combusting. “You’re so easy.”
“Yeah. Really easy,” he agreed. “Super easy. Come on. I’m hurting.”
“Not enough.” She moved back, and he watched without blinking as she slowly crept onto the bed, first one knee, then the next. She was on her knees, straddling his waist, too far away for him to penetrate. The silky feel of her thigh-high stockings aroused him anew. “How about a treat?”
He nodded, and she blew his mind.
She peeled away the fabric covering her breasts, then tossed the material to the floor. Black webs of elastic still framed her, but now only accenting how naked her breasts were.
“Oh, Jesus.” He was living a nightmare, dying of sexual starvation while his fantasy made flesh wore an outfit meant for torture of the best kind.
She moved to his side, giving him no way to shove up into her. But she did lean over his mouth. “Who wants a treat?”
This sexual dynamo who’d taken over Zoe’s body had him so aroused he threatened to burst. Gavin latched onto her breast, sucking and licking, needing to get her as stimulated as he was. She moved away, but before he could complain, she gave him her other breast, and he laved it with the same attention.
Soon Zoe moaned, and he couldn’t stop gyrating his hips, needing to thrust inside her something fierce. Zoe eased up, and he swore she’d finally sink over him.
But she did him one better.
“Zoe, please,” he begged, not too proud to do whatever he had to for a hard fuck. He’d gone past the point of desperation what felt like forever ago.
“You’ve been such a good boy; you deserve a reward,” she said in a husky voice, her eyes pinpricks of lust. Then she crawled up his body and settled over his face, slowly lowering until he latched onto her clit and sucked.
Gavin had always loved oral. Getting or receiving, though he preferred giving it. He loved the taste of a woman in passion. But Zoe was like an eternity of dessert. All his favorite things in one glorious woman. She was so wet, as aroused as he’d been by their play. And knowing she was getting off on it made it that much more difficult to resist coming. He’d never thought he could without someone touching his cock, but he might be able to right now.
He moaned and licked, shoving his tongue inside her, stroking and taking. Giving back the pleasure magnified by her sexuality. Living out his own private fantasy, better than anything he’d ever been through or could imagine.
“Oh Gavin. I’m coming, oh God,” she whispered as she rode his mouth.
He’d have given anything to be inside her at that moment, but when she cried out and came over his lips, he lapped her up like the sweetest cream.
She didn’t sink over him at all. Instead, she immediately straightened while she quivered, not giving him that last bit of her pleasure.
“Come back,” he managed, his voice thick.
“Oh, wow. That was amazing.” She left the bed, damn her, and smiled down at him.
“You have got to be kidding me.” He could feel himself seconds from losing it.
“Now, now. Be a good boy, Gavin, or you won’t get your next treat.”
