As I begin to spurt, her pussy clenches and doesn’t let go, holding me in place, milking my cock dry. I spurt again and again, and for a moment, my vision is gone, and all I see is black, a silhouette of Zoe floating in the center of it. Another spurt and I can see again.
Her pussy is still clenched around me as her whole body becomes paralyzed by pleasure. I can see her chest expanding, fighting for air, but none comes. She is suspended on a raft of pleasure that carries her away from her body, away from needs such as oxygen. All she needs is me and the way I make her body feel.
I spurt one more time as her muscles relax and then she is like jelly, collapsing onto the bed, whimpering and gasping as she breathes again. I pull out of her and release her. I crawl along the bed to lie beside her, and I use the last of my energy to turn her onto her side and pull her head onto my chest and then I hold her as we both fight to regain ourselves.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ZOE
From the moment I met Mac, I knew my first time was going to be amazing, but even in my wildest dreams, I didn’t think it would be that mind-blowing. He awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed. He brought out the animal in me, the part of me that is all about the pleasure and nothing else.
He pushed me past limits I didn’t know a person could venture beyond. He changed me, completely and wholly claiming me and making me his forever. He showed me how pain and pleasure can be one and the same thing. Agony and ecstasy side by side on the same scale. He showed me how two people can truly become one.
I ache all over, every muscle reminding me of last night. My pussy feels swollen, my clit tender and raw. And I have never felt so good, so whole. The thought of us doing that again both scares and excites me. The thought of the pain of being penetrated while I am so raw, the pleasure I know it will bring me once I embrace the pain and allow myself to feel it, enjoy it, welcome it.
I know I’m ready for him again. I can tell by how wet my pussy is as I sit in the easy chair in the corner of the bedroom and watch him sleep. I work up early this morning, and the night’s memories came flooding back to me, reminding me he was home. I wanted to stay there in his arms and never leave the bed, but feeling him so close to me made me want him, and I didn’t want to wake him. I don’t know the full extent of what he’s been through, but I know it wouldn’t have been pleasant, and last night could well have been the first night in a year where he felt safe to sink into a deep sleep.
I went and showered and an idea came to me. I put on a nice set of black underwear and stockings and heels, the outfit of choice from our Skype conversations, and now I sit and wait for him to wake up. When he does, I’m going to put on quite the show for him.
He stirs in the bed. I feel a tingle of excitement run through me, and a flood of wetness leaves me. I suck in a breath as my pussy stings as it clenches. Mac rubs his eyes and stretches. He reaches out to my half of the bed, searching for me. When he finds my side of the bed empty, he frowns and opens his eyes. He sits up and then he sees me sitting there watching him.
“Morning,” he says with a sleepy grin.
I don’t respond. I stand up and let my robe fall away from me. Mac’s eyes widen in surprise and instantly cloud with lust.
“Fucking hell, Zoe,” he breathes.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I say.
He beckons to me, and I shake my head. He raises an eyebrow and grins, a dangerous grin that sends a shiver through me.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he says. “Rub yourself through your panties. Not too hard, tease yourself.”
I do as he says. I feel the lace scratching my swollen clit and I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as my body responds to my light touch. My clit pulses, sending waves of need through me, even as it pains me to touch it.
Mac watches me, his eyes running over my body. His eyes on me spur me on, and I feel my skin lighting up, every part of me becoming sensitive and needing to be touched.