Zira wipes her hand on my thigh and tips her head back, her eyes fluttering closed. Every inch I ease inside her is painted across her body like a private show. Her throat trembles, the hollow of her neck deepens as she breaths in hard, her lower lip quivers and curls into her mouth, and her fingernails dig into the meat of my shoulder as I press deeper and deeper into her hot, tight heat.
It’s almost too much.
The urge to break my rule and simply go to town and fuck her until all she can remember is my name is strong until Zira’s hand joins with mine, tightening as if she’s desperately holding on to me. Sliding my other hand down her body, I press firmly on her lower abdomen just above her mound and hold there as I bottom out and our hips press flush together.
Zira moans and hooks one leg over my hip, the other splayed to the side, resting on the floor. A sheen of sweat glitters over her skin and her core clenches hard around me, and that’s my cue.
I fuck her exactly as I mean to, with long, slow strokes that take my entire length out of her until only the crown rests inside, then back in until our hips are flush. Each thrust is careful and measured, long enough for her to take a breath but firm enough to fuck a gasp or a moan right past her beautiful lips and into my mouth.
My body rolls like a wave and my head dips down to her shoulder, resting there as pleasure coils far too fast in my lower body. She moves her arm around my shoulder and slides her hand into my hair, cradling the back of my head while lifting her hips to meet each of my thrusts. There’s an urgency to her movements, as if she expects me to break my rhythm and fuck her harder and faster than she’s ever been fucked before.
I stay slow. I let her feel every single inch of me. I kiss her throat, her shoulder, and her chest, caress and massage her breasts, roll her nipples between my fingers and slide those same fingers down past her navel and between us to her clit that throbs hot under my touch. A single stroke, and Zira arches up against me with a whimper and tosses her head back and forth.
God, she’s fucking beautiful. Her cunt hugs me like a glove, and every single ripple of her body ends up in her core tightening around me. Her soft gasps turn into open-mouthed pants, and she whimpers openly.
Then, she moans my name and it’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“Bradley!” Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling hard at the strands while her leg on my hip tightens like a vise. Her body rolls and on my next firm thrust in, Zira comes with a muted cry that she buries in my throat, and her grip on my hand grows painful, but it’s enough to send me over the edge and before I know it, I’m spilling deep inside her with every gasp escaping me like a prayer that I can do this all over again.
“Fuck,” Zira gasps against me after her body trembles and ripples so fiercely, it’s a wonder she didn’t shake apart completely. “That was…” She kisses me again on the lips and then my jaw, then she flops back on the couch panting. “Wow.”
“Wow, indeed,” I mirror, gently easing my cock out of her and enjoying the flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
“That was…” She pauses suddenly and points across the room to the mini-fridge. “Is there water in there?”
I lazily kiss her shoulder and follow her arm. “Should be.”
Zira pulls away from and stands on wobbly legs, then reaches for her dress but after folding it once, she abandons it and heads to the fridge.
I can’t take my eyes off the way her ass sways back and forth with her panties still awkwardly twisted to one side. Even the curve of her back is alluring as she bends over and opens the fridge. My softening cock jumps, and I’m forced to look away until she returns with two glasses of water.
“Here.” Zira pants softly and hands me a glass, then collapses back down on the couch next to me. “Holy shit.”
“Good?” I ask, as if every sound I just pulled out of her wasn’t clear enough as to how much she enjoyed being fucked nice and slow.
“Honestly?” She lifts her own glass to her lips and drinks quickly as if she’s completely parched. “I’ve never fucked someone like that before.”
“Like what?”
She lifts one shoulder, and her chest still heaves as she lies there. “So… intense, I guess. I’m used to quick and fast, pretty rough when it needs to be, y’know? But you were…” Zira’s head rolls to the side, and she rests her cheek against my bare shoulder, gazing at me with surprising warmth in her eyes. “It was nice. Really nice.”
I drain my water in three gulps and set the glass aside. “Isn’t it better when you want it rather than when you think it is owed?”
Her brows dip slightly and she glances away. “That’s really important to you, isn’t it?”
“It should be for everyone. This world is filled with transactions at every corner. Something akin to intimacy? Well, it’s… it’s…” The word escapes me as a deep sense of relaxation washes over me. Sleep feels like the best idea right now, and with Zira warming the space next to me, how can I resist?
I blink and suddenly, I’m opening my eyes slowly to a dark room with Frank’s concerned face drifting above me.
“Boss?”
“Frank?” His name croaks out of me and a curl of confusion swirls in my chest. My mouth is dry, my tongue heavy in mymouth, and my arm painfully absent the warmth of Zira that I swear was there a second ago.
“Shit, you had me worried.” Frank sighs in relief and steps back, giving me space to push myself up from my slouch.
My back and my neck complain after being stuck in the same position for… I can’t tell how long it’s been. Behind him, Valentina stands at the door looking incredibly unimpressed.
“What happened?” I ask slowly. “I swear I was just here with?—”
