He smirked. “Oh. On the bed.”
“One thing first.”
Before he knew what she was doing, she’d shoved his briefs down his hips, dropped to her knees, and pulled him between her lips.
“Fuck!” He gave in to the heady feel of her mouth as she sucked him but too soon he felt the tingle in balls that told him he was close to blowing his load.
He grasped her jaw and pulled away until all she could do was lick the slit of his cock.
“On the bed, naughty girl.”
She stared at his dick jutting in her face and he almost gave in to the temptation.
He stooped down, scooped her up in his arms, and tossed her onto the center of the bed. Making quick work of pushing his underwear down his legs, he grabbed the condom from the floor and ripped the package open. He crawled onto the bed while rolling it down his rock-hard dick.
“Please tell me you’re ready. I may cry if you’re not.”
“I’d hate to see you cry.” She grasped him, guiding him between her legs.
The tip slipped into her hot, waiting core. Tim growled in ecstasy, pulled away and pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
Zoe gasped and he stilled, holding his weight above her.
“You okay?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“God, yes.” She dug her fingers into his ass and wrapped her legs around his hips. “Fuck me, Tim.”
“Gladly.”
He dropped to his elbows and used them for leverage as he pulled out and pressed forward again. He set a brutal pace and Zoe matched him thrust for thrust. He’d imagined being gentle and romantic despite weeks of pent-up desire, but she wouldn’t let him.
Her inner muscles clenched around him as if they were unwilling to let him go when he retreated. She dug her nails into his ass in time to his thrusts while she whispered words in his ear that he didn’t understand. His balls drew up close to his body and he tried to stave off his orgasm.
That plan went to hell when he felt her bear down on him, followed quickly by rhythmic pulsing around his cock and her shout in his ear.
He shoved a hand under her hips and tilted them, driving as deep as he could go, and shortened his strokes until his orgasm burst from him. He thrust hard into Zoe and matched her shout with one of his own.
One by one his muscles failed him and he lowered all his weight down.
A shudder ran through Zoe’s body and she clenched around him again. He groaned and his hips twitched.
“Just a sec and I’ll go get a washcloth,” he said.
“Not just yet,” she whispered. “You feel so good.”
He felt her go lax under him and he lifted his head. Brushing the curls away from her face, he whispered her name. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. Staring down at her he knew two things—he wanted more and he was a goner.
