Page 30 of Zombie

It stopped beating altogether as I took in the sight before me. Lennie was sitting on my bed in nothing but a lacey pink bra-and-panty set. The fabric was sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was clean-shaven underneath the lace. Her body was toned and was accented by a jeweled belly-button ring. The soft, creamy appearance of her skin made my mouth water. My angel was showing her devilish side.

When she saw me, a mischievous smirk crossed her lips before she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the bed toward me. All of my blood rushed down to my cock at the sight of her. I had never had sex in my own bed. My room was my sanctuary, and I kept all things sexual in my playroom. But right now, I didn’t care. Lennie was here, looking like my every fantasy come to life.

I thought I might be dreaming until my slacks tightened painfully around my groin, the sensation letting me know I was very much awake.

I raised an eyebrow. “And what do you think you are doing, kitten?

She raised an eyebrow back at me. “Why do you call me kitten?”

I licked my lower lip, trying to stop a smile. “You remind me of a kitten, cute and innocent.”

She pursed her lips before getting off the bed and taking measured steps toward me.

As she stopped in front of me, she rose onto her tiptoes before whispering in my ear, “Looks can be deceiving. I’m closer to a lioness, and you, Z, are my prey.”

She bit my earlobe for emphasis, sharper than I anticipated, sending a jolt of lust through me. Without thinking, I grabbed her waist and picked her up. I wanted to cage her in my ropes and leave delicious marks on her body, proving that she was mine.

Careful, Dante, we need to ease into these things, I thought to myself.

However, if she was a “lioness,” then my little minx had more to her than I anticipated. The wait was going to kill me.

She crashed her lips to mine and began dominating my mouth with her teeth and tongue. I kissed her back with just as much passion. She let out a whimper as I nipped at her bottom lip. The noise spurred me on, encouraging me toward the bed. My thoughts had gone silent, replaced with desire. I needed this girl. Her floral scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.

I walked over to the bed and threw her on top of the gray duvet. She let out a giggle as her body bounced from the force. I took her in. Pink pebbled nipples poked through the sheer pink lace. A damp spot on her panties let me know she was as turned on as I was.

I unbuttoned my dress shirt as I continued to drink in her stunning curves. She was breathtaking. From her full breasts and her hourglass waist down to her round, plump ass. My cock throbbed in my pants, needing release.

Tomorrow we would go back to her staying at her place with me lurking in the shadows. For now, though, I would relish the beauty of her.

I threw my shirt on the ground and watched as her eyes followed every movement I made. She was as hungry for me as I was for her.

I climbed on the bed and let her cradle me between her spread thighs. She looked up at me through her thick black-rimmed glasses. Her eyes were filled with lust, longing, and something else I couldn’t quite identify. I pressed a hard kiss to her lips before sliding my tongue into her mouth. She let out a moan of desire when I rocked my hips against her wet core.

I pulled away from the kiss. “What do you want, kitten?”

“Taste me,” she said in a breathy moan as I rocked my aching, covered cock against her once more.

She didn’t have to say another word. I planned to devour every drop of her desire.

While I trailed kisses down her neck, I took my time pinching and nipping the pebbled flesh of her breasts. She arched into every touch and made the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. Every part of me wanted to extinguish every memory she had of another man. The need to press against her and into her until I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began overwhelmed me.

I moved my kisses down her stomach, to her pelvis before pulling off the flimsy fabric of her underwear and noticed the piercing on the hood of her clit. I looked up at her with shock. I didn’t expect Lennie to have a piercing on her most intimate parts, but there she was, surprising me once more. Slowly, I traced my index finger over her piercing.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the stud.

“No, it feels good, especially when it hits my clit.”

I let out a growl of approval before lowering my head and swirling my tongue over her piercing and sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out, fisting her hands in my hair as I continued to swirl and flick my tongue.

“Mm, you taste so fucking good, kitten. Is all this wetness for me?” I asked, swiping my tongue up the seam of her.

“Oh, fuck, yes! All for you,” she cried out.

I slipped one of my fingers inside of her as I continued to lap up her desire.

“Dante, oh my god, that feels so good.”

Her praise only spurred me on as I added another finger inside her and began to move them in a come-hither motion. I could tell by the noises she was making that I was touching exactly the right spot. Her inner walls began to tighten, and I could tell she was close.