Zions hands landed on my skirt and slid beneath them, his fingers finding their way up, grazing over the lacy tops of my thigh highs and playing with the hem of the fabric, teasing me endlessly.
His mouth was on me. Hot, needy, demanding. A shiver ran down my spine, my body physically shuddering beneath his fingers.
Zion growled in response. “I love how you react to my touch.” His voice etched itself across my soul, deep and salacious. “You’ve imagined this play out before, haven’t you?”
I nodded, no longer shy. I wanted this man, and I didn’t care if the world knew it.
“Describe it to me.”
“You kissed me all over, starting at my mouth, down my jaw and neck, along my collarbone, and to my chest…” My voice drifted off as he did the things I said, working his way down lower and lower…
“And then?”
“You stripped me naked and tasted every inch of my skin.”
Zion groaned, the sound roaring through his chest like a man with an ache so deep, only his woman could fill and satisfy. I tore at his clothes, his t-shirt off next, then his jeans, while he undressed me, my shirt and bra tossed aside, my skirt bunched up around my waist, my panties pulled to the side.
His fingers dug into my fleshy hips and I groaned. I wanted him inside me so bad.
Zion kissed me all over as he lay me back on the table, spread out before him like a meal. He climbed over me, his large beefy frame engulfing me in all that washim. So muchhim.
Pressing his body against mine, his rougher, hairier skin against my softer, delicate one, made me want to explode.
We were naked together. Like so many times I’d dreamed of before.
Over and over, we kissed and kissed until our mouths were swollen and bruised. When he stood back up, he brought me up with him. Then, with his hands on my hips, he brought me to the edge of the table, spreading my legs wide as he stood between them. His hard dick rubbed against my seam and I cried out, needing him inside me so badly.
“Fuck me, Z. Fuck me harder than all those times you’ve imagined before.”
A moment later, he slid inside, fast and deep, filling me with all of him, while I clung to him, needing and wanting more. Slowly he began to move, increasing the speed as he got into a groove. With my heels dug into his ass cheeks, I kept him inside as I leaned back, thrusting my tits upward towards him. He responded by sucking on my nipples and playing with the mounds, rubbing his palms against them.
And right there, in my kitchen, on my kitchen table, we fucked for the first time, a memory we’d always remember.
CHAPTER SIX
Zion
I cookedRenata a dish I’d been perfecting over the years- chicken broccoli Alfredo.
After a couple of hours of nonstop sex, we were starving, suddenly remembering we didn’t eat dinner. A quick trip to the store and we were back, Renata at the table, watching me cook.
She didn’t mind having our date at home. She just had one little request.
I was naked under my apron, besides a pair of flannel Christmas pj pants, hung low.
Luckily, I stashed a bag of clothes in my truck, hoping I’d crash the night.
“I bet all the girls request you to be their private chef.” Renata teased, looking pretty damn sexy herself. Her face glowed, her lips plump and swollen. She was so damn beautiful, and I was the lucky bastard she loved. Life couldn’t get any sweeter.
“I only have eyes for one.” I blew her a kiss as I salted the pasta water. While I cooked, we talked about our time apart, hisbeing a trade school while I took photography classes at the local college.
“April kept me in the loop as I always asked about you.”
“You did? She never told me.”
“Yep. Every time we talked. But I brushed it off like a brother kind of thing. Though I saw it as anything but.” I grinned and dipped a spoon into the cheese sauce. I tasted it, pleased with the flavors of the seasonings and cheeses. I held it out to Ren, and she licked, nodding her approval.
“Good job at playing it off, seeing as April never mentioned it. And that sauce is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”
