She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but was he interested? There was only one way to find out. She shuffled a little closer to him. “We could make out on the sofa.”
His eyes widened and his grin shot heat straight to her core. She leaned forward and kissed him.
His lips were firm. She deepened the kiss, wanting to taste him, and his arms came around her, one hand cradling the back of her head as they kissed. There was an intensity that sang to her. She climbed on to his lap, straddling him, wanting to get closer, to have better access.
David groaned as he ran his hands over her back. Her body was hot and she broke the kiss only long enough to shed her sweater and T-shirt.
Air flowed over her breasts and her nipples puckered. She’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh well.
“Jesus, Zita,” David groaned and caressed her breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her closer so he could kiss her breasts and her head fell back as sensations zipped through her body. He was damn good with his tongue.
His erection was hard against her crotch. She wanted to see him. “You’re overdressed,” she murmured in his ear, her hands sneaking under his sweater.
“You’re right.” He shed his shirt and his bare chest pressed against hers. He was so warm, so luscious. She trailed kisses down his neck, her body throbbing more with each of his caresses. It was time for some more fun. She stood up, reached for her purse on the coffee table and slipped out the emergency condom she’d put there, before losing her sweat pants. David’s eyes widened and he quickly took off his pants as well.
She straddled him again, kissing him firmly. “You ready for this?” She ground her crotch against his length.
“Hell, yes.”
Zita grinned, and took hold of him, running her hand against his smooth, hard erection. He closed his eyes, his head back. “You’re killing me.”
She was killing herself as well. She wanted him inside her. Ripping open the condom packet, she sheathed him and then slowly lowered herself onto him. She closed her eyes. This was better. This is what she needed. She moved, setting a rhythm as he squeezed her bottom, moving with it. This was what she loved about sex— the closeness, the flow and the gorgeous build of tension before the release.
She rode him, pleasing herself as she pleased him. The sensations rose until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She threw back her head, and together they came.
***
David’s senses were slow to return to him. His body was hot, relaxed, and feeling oh, so fine. He hadn’t been expecting sex. Not that he was complaining, no way at all. It had been incredible.
Zita kissed him slowly and then slid off, collapsing on the couch next to him. She was amazing, so sensual and not the least bit self-conscious about her body or what they’d done. He stirred again, and he got to his feet to clean up and slip on his pants. When he returned to the couch, she was still lying there, naked. She sat up to give him room to sit and he did, not quite sure what to say.
“That was fun,” she said, kissing him again. “What do you want to do now?”
He was at a loss for words as she parroted what he’d said earlier. What did he want to do? He wanted to get her into his bed and explore her body, spend the rest of the night with her. He pulled her onto his lap, cradling her, and kissed her again. Thunder cracked and he glanced out the window at the rain continuing to fall. “It’s awful out there. Do you want to stay the night?” He nuzzled her neck, wanting to be close. He didn’t often invite women to stay, but he wasn’t ready for her to go.
“Sure. Let me text Mama.”
A glow went through him.
After she’d sent the message, he said, “I’ve got a television in my bedroom,” he said. “Why don’t we head in there?”
“Which way?” she asked, holding out her hand.
She walked hand in hand with him, naked, to his bedroom. She stopped at the entrance. “Feck, your bed is huge.” With a whoop, she ran and jumped onto it.
He laughed at her exuberance. He’d never jumped on his bed, but it looked like fun. “Look out,” he called and leaped after her. He landed with a soft thud and Zita grabbed a pillow, swatting him with it. He couldn’t let it pass. Reaching for the other pillow, he was distracted by the way her breasts jiggled as she bounced on the bed. Instead, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her.
She grinned at him and murmured, “Something tells me we’re not going to be watching any television.” She slid her hand under his waistband and rubbed his already erect penis.
David closed his eyes. “I think you’re right.” He flipped their positions so he was on top. “But it’s my turn to be in charge.”
***
Zita stretched as she awoke the next morning, enjoying the pull on her muscles and the glorious limpness of her body after a night of great sex. Opening her eyes, she saw the bed next to her was empty. She hadn’t felt David get up. She walked naked out of the bedroom and grabbed the sweater and pants she’d discarded the night before in the living room. She dressed, before moving toward the noises coming from the kitchen. David was wearing his sweatpants, frying eggs and bacon on the stove.
“Morning,” she said.
He glanced over and grinned. “Morning. I hope I didn’t wake you with all my racket. I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”
