Later he would tell her.
Greg thumbed her in time with his deep, powerful strokes. Within moments she shuddered her release. Greg turned them around and sat her on the edge of the island. He wanted his hands free to touch her. To learn every inch of her. To find all the places that made her purr.
Greg pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away, not caring where it landed. Zoe’s eyes flared with interest as she drank in his form. Greg had maintained his physique and ran almost every day. All his teammates did.
He allowed her a moment to stroke his chest before he did his own exploring. He cupped her breasts; they were medium size, easily fitting in his hands, but sensitive.
His thumbs grazed the perky nipples and her back arched. Greg lowered his head and took the left nipple into his mouth. Zoe cupped the back of his head, pulling him close. Her legs tightened around his waist.
He flicked and plucked her other nipple. Zoe fell to her back, her body splayed open like a pagan sacrifice. He kissed his way down, skimming along her ribs, learning she was ticklish there before reaching the juncture of her thighs.
Zoe hooked her ankles behind his shoulders, her knees falling open like a well-worn book. He didn’t tease her; instead, he buried his head and feasted on her. Her taste was like a drug that he was now addicted to.
Zoe bucked beneath him, pressing her pelvis further into his face. He braced his hands on her hips to hold her down and used his wide shoulders to keep her legs open for him. She was now at his mercy.
Zoe didn’t seem to mind. She rose up on her elbows and watched him as he ate her out. His tongue swirling around her clit and pulling back on it with his teeth. Greg watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest, her body straining under his as he took her higher and higher. Closer and closer to another orgasm.
Her mouth hung open, giving short panting sounds. He could feel her sex quiver against his lips. Any moment she would come apart. Greg doubled his effort, wanting to feel her combust.
Her whole body shook as the orgasm tore through her. Her head tossed back as she groaned her climax. Greg kept up the pace until she collapsed on the counter completely limp.
He rose to his feet and leaned over her. Her cheeks were flush, her breathing shallow now as if in sleep. “You can’t pass out on me yet, kitten. I’m far from done with you.” He had yet to come. His balls felt heavy and achy, but he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to feel her come around his cock again before he succumbed to his own climax.
“Hmmm,” was all she said in response.
He couldn’t have that. He needed her awake and alert.
Greg slipped back into her, not needing to line himself up again. Her juices guided him in. He didn’t take her hard, but slow and measured.
Zoe’s eyes fluttered open and her head turned back to face him.
“There she is.” He grinned, standing back up to his full height. He kept a firm grip on her hips, pulling her further from the edge of the counter so he was in complete control of how much of his cock slipped in and out.
Zoe’s head thrashed side to side, her bottom lip pulled in by her teeth. Her right hand slid down her chest, plucking her own nipple. Damn if that wasn’t a sexy sight.
“Play with yourself, kitten. Make yourself come.”
Zoe wasn’t shy about her body, nor should she be. It was a masterpiece. An hourglass figure—finely honed muscles, not bulky that made her look any less feminine.
Her fingers slid down her sternum to her bare pussy and started rubbing small circles over her clit. Zoe hummed as her sex fluttered around his cock.
“That right, kitten. I want to hear you purr.” He thrust deeper and harder, wanting to see her come apart again. To watch her eyes almost cross and her bones turn to liquid from his touch.
She was no stranger to sex, but he was sure few saw this open vulnerability. She was closed off and guarded. He hoped to learn why someday. For now, he would treasure this moment.
“Fuck, Logan,” she mewed as her sex quivered and another orgasm tore through her.
Greg kept fucking her through her crisis. His balls started to tingle. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off his own end. He was determined to make this last as long as possible. The way she squeezed around his cock like a glove told him he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Bedroom,” he grunted out.
Zoe just pointed down the hallway. He hoisted her in his arms. They both groaned when she sank down on his cock. His long legs crossed the distance from the kitchen to the bedroom in seconds. Though it felt longer. Every step had lifted and dropped Zoe on his cock. She hadn’t helped matters by wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting and lowering herself. Her teeth nibbled on his ear and neck.
He’d almost said fuck it and threw her up against the hallway wall and finished right there, but he wanted her on a bed. He wanted to be able to look at her while he fucked her on a soft surface. To show her that he wasn’t completely barbaric.
Greg eased her onto the bed as if she were made of glass. His hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her deeply. Their tongues dueled and mated as he thrust slowly and controlled into her. Zoe wrapped her legs high around his waist, granting him deeper access.
Greg slipped his free hand behind her back to bring her pelvis flush with his as he rocked into her. Zoe’s nails sunk into his back. Not a part of them wasn’t touching. He had never felt so connected to another person before.
