If she’d kissed me sweetly, then stepped aside, I would have waited to be welcomed in like the gentleman I had every intention of being, but when she kissed me back with a fervor that spoke volumes, I took the kiss deeper.
I backed her up against the doorframe, and the next thing I knew, we were engulfed in each other.
Her hands were everywhere, up my shirt, in my hair, clasping on to my hips, as our mouths relayed how much we’d missed each other over the last few weeks. When a breeze hit my bare back, I realized she was trying to lift my shirt off, which brought a few of my senses back.
Bending slightly, I lifted her at the back of her thighs, and she gave a little hop, wrapping her legs around my waist as I moved us off of the front porch and into the house, kicking the door shut with my foot.
The yoga pants fit her like a second skin, so that felt like there was no barrier between her supple ass and my hands. I roamed freely as I navigated toward her large plush sofa in the center of the room. She bucked against me, her breath a moan on my lips when I moved my hand lower to satisfy my barely contained hunger.
By the time I was lowering her to the couch, I was tearing at her clothes. First the tank top, then her yoga pants. When I saw she was wearing a sports bra, I dipped my hand underneath it to caress her already pebbled nipple and ordered, “Off.”
While she was relieving herself of her sports bra, I undressed, then stopped to look down at her beautiful body.
Her eyes were taking in the expanse of my naked chest, then went lower, my cock jumping under her hot gaze, happy to be on display.
Zoey licked her plump lips and sat up, moving forward to the edge of the couch so she was seated before me. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes as her fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked the length slowly. She licked her lips again, leaning close enough so the tip of her tongue lightly grazed the head of my cock, causing me to groan.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” I demanded, reaching behind her to pull her hair out of
its rubber band, then sinking my hand into the thick mass of her hair, tugging it tightly at the root.
She kept her eyes locked on mine as she eased her mouth around my cock, one hand coming behind me to grab my ass and pull me closer. I nearly lost it then, the need to thrust into her mouth great, but I kept a tight rein on my control and let her keep the lead.
Zoey’s tongue was whirling around my head as she simultaneously sucked and hummed, her head rocking back and forth as she slid my length in and out. When she closed her eyes and moaned, I knew I could take no more, and I wanted to get off inside of her, not come down her throat, so I tugged on the hair in my hand to hold her steady as I moved my hips back. She released me with a pop and looked up at me with a heavy-lidded gaze.
Needing to feel her, I reached low and ran my fingers over her pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I nearly growled. “You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?”
She barely had time to emit a groan at my words, because my mouth was on hers again. I sat back against the cushions and grabbed her waist, lifting and flipping her until she sat astride me. When she was poised above me, I sucked the fingers that were still wet with her in between my lips, and reached my other hand between us and thrust my fingers inside. Her head flew back and she began to move, my thumb flicking her clit with each rock of her hips.
“Gabe,” Zoey moaned. It was the first thing she’d said since I arrived, and it was music to my ears.
“I want you inside,” she pleaded, and I was more than happy to oblige.
I moved my hands to her hips and let her tease me for a moment, her wet lips moving back and forth over my dick, then lowering slightly, and lifting back off. Once I was through with her tease, I held her hips stead and thrust quickly up and inside.
Her hands came to my shoulder and her eyes closed, so I lowered my hips and let Zoey take a ride. With every thrust, her clit hit my flesh, and I knew by the little breaths that were coming out of her parted lips and the rosy flush on her cheeks, that she was close. I met her movements, grinding up as she pushed down, then lowered my head, eager to get a taste of her supple tits.
She made a little squeak in the back of her throat when I sucked her into my mouth, then rode harder when I scraped my teeth over her hard nipple and bit down lightly.
“Oh … My God … Gabe…” she moaned loudly, as I watched the beauty of her. Head thrown back, long hair cascading down her back, face alight with pleasure, I felt my own release begin to build and flipped her over onto her back.
Her legs still wrapped around my waist, I thrust into her, harder and harder, as her inner walls clenched around me, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. I pounded my way to my own release, then lowered my forehead to hers and we both struggled to catch our breath.
I lifted my head to gaze down at her, and when she opened her velvety-brown eyes, I said, “I missed you.”
Chapter Thirty-Four ~ Zoey
Well, that didn’t go as I had planned…
My body lax and satisfied, I laid there in Gabe’s arm, looking up at the face I’d been dreaming about for seven weeks, my mind going a million miles a second.
I was supposed to put the brakes on things when I saw him, not practically strip him down on my front porch. But when I’d opened the door and seen him standing there, all real and gorgeous, and so damn tempting, all thoughts of voicing my concerns flew the coop.
I’d gone much, much longer than seven weeks without having sex with another person before.
Hell, I’d gone longer without having a self-induced orgasm. But after going seven weeks without Gabe’s touch, and then finally having him just a few feet away, and very touchable, I’d been like an addict faced with my addiction.