She pauses, her hand hovering over the leather. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I say, my eyes raking over her legs. "I want to fuck you in nothing but these boots."
"Fuck," she breathes. "You're perfect."
Dropping to my knees, I shove her legs open, exposing her to me. The scent of her hits—musky and sweet. My face buries between her thighs, tongue dragging broad, flat strokes up her slit, circling her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Her cry breaks sharp as her hips buck off the bed, but my arms lock across her thighs, holding her down. She’s devoured like a man possessed.
"Fuck," Zoë gasps, her hands flying to my head, fingers digging into my scalp. "Gio."
"This is mine," I mutter against her, the vibration making her shudder. "This is the only thing that matters."
Another slow lick gathers the wetness pooling there. Her body is already soaking, responding instantly. My tongue thrusts inside her, fucking her with it, drawing out the broken sounds she can’t hold back.
Pulling away just long enough to look, I say, "Look at you." Her pussy is swollen and glistening, pink and perfect. "So fucking wet for me."
Diving back in, I suck her clit hard, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs start to tremble against my ears. She’s close. Two fingers slide inside her, curling upward to find the spot that drives her crazy. Zoë arches, a cry tearing loose.
"Yes," she hisses. "Right there. Don’t stop."
My fingers pump hard and fast while my mouth works her clit. The combination overwhelms her. She comes with a sharp, broken shout, her whole body seizing, thighs clamping around my head. I stay with her, slowing my mouth until she pushes me away, oversensitive.
Rising to my feet, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Zoë lies there boneless, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
"My turn," she says, sitting up.
She slides off the mattress onto her knees. The contrast is filthy—bare skin and dominant black leather. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock.
"Fuck, Zoë," I groan, my head tipping back.
She leans in and takes me into her mouth. Heat closes around me—wet, tight, perfect. Watching her lips stretch around my cock, her eyes locked on mine, nearly breaks me. My hand fists in her hair, guiding the rhythm.
"Take it all," I rasp.
A moan vibrates around me as she bobs her head, taking me deeper, choking slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes it, letting me fuck her mouth.
"Look at you," I say, voice rough. "So fucking good with my cock in your mouth."
Pulling back for air, a string of saliva connects her lips to the tip of my dick. Her hand strokes me, slick with spit.
"I want you inside me," she says, voice husky.
I pull her up, hauling her onto the bed. She starts to reach for the zipper of her boots, her fingers brushing the leather.
“No,” I say, catching her wrists. “Leave them.”
“They’ll get in the way.”
“I don’t care,” I say, pushing her back down. “I want to feel them.”
My hand goes to the nightstand for a condom. The wrapper tears open between my teeth as I roll it on, my fingers shaking just a little. Adrenaline is still coursing through me, mixing with the lust.
I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. The leather of her boots brushes against my sides, cool and smooth—sensory overload. Lined up, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
We both groan. She feels incredible. Tight and hot and wet. Like she was made for me.
I start slow and deep, savoring the way her pussy grips me. Her legs wrap around my waist, the heels of her boots digging into my lower back. The pain is sharp. Grounding.
“Harder,” she demands, her nails scraping down my shoulders.
