Zephyr strips himself down first, slowly. When I see his cock spring forth from his underwear, I know that we have officially crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.
He’s perfect. He’s so fucking perfect.
I lift the dress over my head and follow it by my underwear.
I feel shy in front of him and I avert my gaze. He lifts my chin, making me meet his gaze.
“Priya, you are so unbelievably beautiful,” he tells me. “Don’t turn away from me. Please.”
I grab him and bring his lips to mine.
And the talking is over.
Zephyr climbs on top of me kissing his way around my face, down my neck, and down my sternum.
He takes my tit in his mouth and the other in his hand, massaging it. I curl my toes from the pleasure of it.
I don’t know how Zephyr knows how to do what he’s doing, but God, he’s doing it so well.
I bring his mouth back up to mine.
I bite at his lip.
“Make love to me,” I whisper to him.
I want it to be love.
I don’t know if it is for him, but it definitely is for me.
He growls at my words and says, “Yes, ma’am.”
I watch Zephyr grab his dick in his hand and he strokes the head of his penis against my slit.
The sensations that pour through my body are unbelievable.
I can’t even imagine what it will feel like when he’s actually inside of me.
“Are you ready?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I say, nodding.
Gently, Zephyr pushed his way into my body and I feel myself open for him. We lock eyes as he works his way into me. It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. Instead, I feel filled with him. I feel so connected to him that I can’t believe I have been missing this for so long.
It’s natural.
It’s perfect.
It’s exactly what I wanted with him.
“Priya,” he whispers my name again, “you feel so incredible.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I tell him.
“Do you feel okay?” he asks.
“I feel incredible. Don’t stop,” I tell him.
“I won’t,” he says. “I promise.”