I suck in a deep breath and remove her thong, pulling her to the edge of the countertop. I open her legs wider, bend down, and dip my mouth to the sweetest dessert. She moans breathily as my tongue meets her clit. I lick every bit of sweetness around and inside her folds, then stand tall.
I move back and sit down in the tub. She watches me, eyes filled with both questions and heat.
“Come.”
She slides down from the countertop and steps into the tub. I guide her to sit directly on me. My length fills her tight pussy, a low groan rumbles in my chest.
Avira
It took us a really long time to bathe, but I had no complaints. I don’t think anyone could complain after coming three times in a row.
And now, this dashing, handsome, drizzling man is drying my hair, and I can’t stop ogling his naked upper body.
“Zoan,” I call his name lovingly.
He smiles. “Hmm.”
“Why don’t you participate in races outside the underworld?”
“I don’t like living in the spotlight. All the attention as director of Nexoil is more than I like.”
He kisses the top of my head, placing the hair dryer down.
“Your dress is in the closet.”
I get up from the chair and turn to him. “Did you choose it?”
He nods.
I give him a kiss, tiptoeing, then walk quickly into the walk-in closet. I find a box on the table and open it. Inside is a yellow silk dress. I lift it up. It’s a long, one-shoulder dress, so elegant and beautiful.
I peek inside another box. There’s a yellow lacy thong. I remove my robe and wear the thong, then slip into the dress. It hugs my waist and bust perfectly and flares down elegantly. Its design doesn’t require a bra, it has inbuilt thin pads. A beautiful golden rose adorns the single shoulder strap.
There’s another box with silver-colored, beautiful heels. I wear them and step out of the closet. Zoan watches me from head to toe, then nods approvingly.
He gestures with his hand for me to come sit on the chair again. I follow. He combs my hair back and ties it into a ponytail. Then he picks a box from the dressing table, opens it, and takes out a platinum clip embeddedwith small flowers. He attaches it at the base of my ponytail.
Then he picks small platinum earrings and puts them in my ears.
“Have you found this new hobby of getting your girlfriend ready?” I ask.
“Umm… it’s quite enjoyable,” he admits.
“Are you planning to go to the party in this towel?” I giggle.
He chuckles, then leaves for the closet room.
I turn my head in all directions to admire the hair accessory in my ponytail. I get up from the chair, take my phone from the bed, and start a photo session.
Soon after, Zoan comes out wearing a black shirt and suit. What an easy life this guy is living. He has no “what should I wear today?” problem. Everyday, the same color. And yet, every day, he looks god-tier handsome.
I grab his arm and pull him into the photo session with me. We don’t have a single photo together.
“Put your hand here,” I instruct, placing his hand over my stomach. I lean back on his shoulder and click the image. We have a big height difference, I’m not short, I’m a good 5’7”, but this guy is 6’4”. Even with my heels, the difference is glaringly visible, but I love it.
I grin, checking the image I clicked.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “One more.”
