Using my grip around her waist, I hold her against me as I stand and turn us, then place her down on the bed. She lands with a squeak, but not once does my mouth detach from her neck. Covering her body with my own, I brace on one knee and slide my arm from around her waist to rest on the bed at her side.
She tastes sweet. It’s subtle and a little tart from her training with Valentina, but it’s an addictive taste, and I want to taste all of her.
“Bradley,” Zira gasps when I detach from her throat and lick over the red, flushed bruise I’ve left.
“Zira,” I whisper, briefly closing my eyes as the sound of her gasping my name spears heat straight through me to my lower gut. I kiss down to her collarbone and nibble gently along theslope to her shoulder until she’s shivering. Keeping our hands joined becomes much more difficult from here, so I’m forced to let go, but I keep touching her to make up for the loss of grip.
My lips walk down her breastbone to the edge of her T-shirt, and I kiss along the hem until I’ve mapped out the entire sweep of her collar. Together, our hands join each other as I push her T-shirt up and out of the way, and she sweeps it off her body entirely, leaving her in a simple black bra. Both my hands cover her breasts, squeezing and massaging gently while I kiss over each soft, swollen mound. Strap to strap, I kiss with each tickle of my breath sending shivers through her. As I move, her nipples peak under my palms and she moans softly, arching into my mouth as I kiss down between the valley of her breasts and grab the bow on her bra with my teeth. As she arches, I slide one arm around her and press my palm flat to the arch of her back, holding her there so only her hips and shoulders remain on the bed. A sharp tug of my teeth and her bra slides up, her breasts spilling free and her soft gasp singing like music in my ear.
Again, together we unclasp her bra and discard it, and I keep her back arched, giving me free rein to lavish attention over her perky nipples, sucking deeply and nibbling just enough to deepen the flush of color.
It’s addictive. Every kiss that softens her skin, every bite that leaves a subtle red mark, every sucking kiss that draws color to the surface and paints her breasts in an array of red marks. I want to stay here forever. Down her abdomen I kiss until I reach her navel, and I’m forced to let her arched back return to the bed so I can kiss lower and lower. Her stomach concaves slightly as she breathes deeply and both her hands run through my hair, but as I reach her pelvis, one arm reaches upward and she twists her fist into the sheets above her.
Her jeans slide from her legs, but rather than lying down to bury myself between her soft thighs, I remain seated and lift her hips until her legs are over my shoulders and her soft ass presses against my bare chest. If I leaned forward, Zira would be folded over, but from here, her pussy warms my chin, and I can gaze down her body to her flushed cheeks and her breasts spilling up to her shoulders. I get to watch every detail of pleasure flicker across her face.
“Bradley,” Zira moans again, dragging it out as I stroke my tongue over her panties from her hole to her clit and then back.
Then I remove them and bury my mouth against her folds like she’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten. And she is. I tighten my grip and keep her against me, delving my tongue inside her, along her folds, back and forth across her clit, and around her entrance before delving back inside again to taste every drop of her sweetness that’s built over the course of my lavish attention.
Zira continues to twist her hand into the bedsheets and thrusts her hips up into my face while her other hand wanders her body, tracing the marks I’ve left like a dot-to-dot. Her eyes grow so dark that there’s barely any blue left, her chest heaves as she breathes deeply, and she tosses her head back and forth as pleasure sweeps through and consumes her.
I don’t stop, even as she covers her mouth and bites into her finger to muffle her soft noises, as her thighs flex and tense around my head, as her head tips back then forward, then from side to side. I watch it all, gazing down at her body as I devour her most intimately, and then just as she crests on her orgasm, I throw all my focus on her clit.
Zira comes with a strangled gasp, her entire body jolting upward, and then she trembles violently as if she’s about to break apart. I hold her through it all, suck softly at her clit, and thrust my tongue deep into her spasming heat until she’s utterly boneless and her skin sparkles with a sheen of sweat.
Watching her come apart from that pales in comparison to the expression her face relaxes into when I slide my cock deep inside her and draw her into my arms. Her brow relaxes and her mouth falls open, as if being filled with my cock relaxes her immensely, and I’m right there to hold her, like this is exactly where I belong.
She drapes her arms around me and tries to kiss me, but in the end, she’s still too boneless from her orgasm and can only nuzzle at my cheek while I thrust slowly inside her. It’s different from last time. My thrusts are slow and controlled and we move together like waves rocking back and forth. I caress her thigh and hold her knee against my hip, nuzzle into her neck as each deep thrust pulls at the pleasure aching in my soul, and lose myself in the soft, trembling press of her body underneath me. Each thrust brings soft gasps and moans from each of us and I lose track of everything.
Time doesn’t exist. The world doesn’t exist.
Only Zira in my arms, her pussy around my cock, and her breathless pants in my ear.
I can’t tell how long we rock together like that. It’s the slowest and most intimate sex of my life and brings me to an orgasm so intense that when it hits, my body locks up and I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I’m caught with my face buried in her neck and pleasure twisting in my gut, my cock twitching in powerful spasms as I flood her with everything I have until my balls ache, my hips ache, and my next breath afterthe tension is so exhilarating that for a few seconds, I’m delirious with pleasure.
Zira comes with the same intensity, clutching at me like I’m a lifeline and digging her nails into my shoulders. I ache for more. I want her to imprint on me, to leave a mark I’ll never lose or forget.
Because I love her.
It’s not a sudden revelation but more of a gentle understanding as she kisses my chin and then my lips and then sags into my arms with a sweet noise of contentment.
I love her.
I love how she makes me feel. I love her strength and her laugh. I love how she refuses to be sidelined even when she’s scared. I love how protective she is, and I ache to make sure she never has to give up a piece of herself for anyone ever again.
I love her.
When this is all over, I’ll tell her. No matter the outcome.
“Wow,” Zira whispers, drawing me from my wandering thoughts as I lazily stroke my fingers through her hair.
“Good?” I ask, drawing the blankets over us to save us from the cold of the room.
“That was so intense,” she replies, nuzzling into my chest. “I’ve never… never felt like that before.”
“A good intense?” Suddenly, I need to hear her say it, need to know I did good by her.
“So good,” Zira murmurs. “So fucking good.”
