Fucking Christ, is she ever.
She could ask for the entire world right now, and I’d place it in the palm of her hand.
Zoe takes two steps toward me.
“What are you doing?” I barely get out.
“I’m done fighting. You want me, right?”
I’m about to kick myself in the teeth. “Yes, desperately. But not like this. Not after you told me you hate me.”
Zoe looks down at herself, a playful smirk on her face. “That’s a shame. I’ve been fantasizing about Runi for so long.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“You have?”
Zoe tips her chin up, biting her lip. “Mm-hmm.”
Fuck doing the right thing. I have to have her or I’m going to need to be checked into an insane asylum.
“You want me to forgive you?” she says seductively.
“Yes,” I choke out.
“Good. Get on your knees and crawl to me,” Zoe demands.
“What?” I think I’m in shock.
“On your knees, Dominik. Show me how sorry you are.”
I groan, my cock getting hard at Zoe’s display of dominance. I don’t know how this entire thing flipped on me, but it doesn’t matter because I can’t concentrate on anything else right now. All I see is her perfect body, naked and open, ready for me to take as I please. I’m dying to taste her. To lick every inch of her skin and bury myself deep inside her.
“I’m tired of fighting, and if we’re forced to stay here tonight, I want to fuck. So it’s now or never. Show me how sorry you are,” Zoe repeats.
Without hesitation, I slide to my knees and begin crawling toward her. She’s never been more beautiful. Standing tall and looking down at me—this should evoke feelings of shame or powerlessness. It should make the dominant side of me recoil, but all I feel is pride toward Zoe. I am proud of her for finally embracing this aspect of herself and being unapologetically selfish with her own needs.
I pause at her feet, staring down at her red toenails as I consider my next move.
Zoe nudges my chin up with her finger, forcing me to look up at her.
“Look into my eyes,” she commands, making me fall for her a little harder. “Now apologize with your tongue in between my legs.”
Fuckkk me.
She holds on to my hair to steady herself, raising her leg and placing it on my shoulder. Gripping her ass, I plant kisses up her thighs, never taking my eyes off her. It’s hard to believe that after all this time, the moment I’ve been dreaming of is finally here. I’m so happy that I might die any second.
I trace the tip of my tongue slowly along her clit, feeling her entire body shiver. Every ounce of control is workingovertime right now, forcing me to take it slow. I want to savor every moment with her, consume her with desire, satisfy her completely, and make her question why she waited so long to be with me.
My girl has come a long way though. Hard to believe in Boston, Zoe was too shy to sit on my face, now she’s keeping my head locked in place in between her thighs. I fucking love it.
I lick her softly, knowing she needs so much more than what I’m giving.
I feel Zoe’s body sway rhythmically against my mouth as she pushes herself closer with each movement. I want to shove her to the ground, have her ride my tongue, but I want to torture her more. So instead of giving her what she wants and fucking her with my tongue, I stand and lunge for her. Grabbing her tight against my body before throwing her on top of the bed and climbing overtop of her.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be with you like this? You’ve driven me insane with need. There is no way I’m rushing this.”
Zoe is breathless and flushed but staring up at me with excitement. She pulls her arm out from beneath me and runs her delicate fingers through my scalp, brushing my hair. A shiver runs down my spine as if countless tiny needles are poking my skin.
