What I see is warm skin and tight nipples begging for attention. I dip my head and take one into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. Her back bows off the bed, fingers knotting in my hair again.
“Oh, God.”
I switch to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to pull a whine from her throat. My hands roam lower, popping the button on her jeans, tugging the zipper down. She lifts her hips without me asking, eager and impatient to have me. So I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag the denim down her legs along with her panties in one long pull. She kicks them off as I sit back on my heels for a second, just admiring her. She’s spread out on my bed, chest rising and falling fast, thighs parted, pussy already glistening in the dim light.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“You’re gorgeous,” I mumble. “Look at how perfect you are."
Her cheeks burn, but she doesn’t close her legs. Instead she reaches for me, tugging at my shirt. “I want to feel you.”
I yank the shirt over my head, tossing it aside and her hands are on me instantly, tracing the bruises still fading across my ribs, the newer ones on my knuckles. Then her fingers dip lower, fumbling with my belt.
I catch her wrists. “Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
Her breath hitches. “Kaz…”
I slide down her body, kissing a path over her collarbone, between her breasts, across the soft plane of her stomach. She squirms when I settle between her thighs and hook her legs over my shoulders. Her sweet scent hits me as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then the other, working my way closer until my breath ghosts over her clit.
She jerks. “Shit.”
I don’t tease. I flatten my tongue and lick a long, firm stripe from her entrance to her clit. She whimpers, hips bucking as I grip her thighs tighter, holding her open, and do it again. And again. Slow drags at first, savoring the way she tastes, the way she shivers every time my tongue circles her clit.
“Fuck, yes?—”
I suck her clit between my lips with gentle pressure, then harder when she moans louder. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling and guiding me, and I let her. She rides my face while I work her with my tongue, flicking fast, then lapping broad and slow. She’s dripping now, slick coating my chin, my lips. I groan into her, the vibration making her gasp.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter against her. “Sweet little pussy. All mine.”
She whimpers. “Kaz—don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise. I slide one finger inside her, curling it up, searching. When I find that spot, her whole body locks up, thighs clamping around my head. I add a second finger, pumping steady while my tongue stays on her clit.
Her moans turn into broken sobs. “Kaz—Oh, my God, Kaz, I’m?—”
“Come for me,” I growl against her. “Let me feel you come on my tongue. I want it. I want every fucking drop.”
She breaks. Her back arches hard, thighs shaking, fingers yanking my hair so tight it hurts in the best way. She cries my name, over and over, while her pussy flutters and clenches around my fingers, wet heat pulsing, coating my hand. I don’t stop licking her and curling my fingers, drawing it out until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, hips twitching away.
I ease off, kissing her inner thighs, her mound, soft gentle presses while she catches her breath. When I finally crawl back up her body, she’s flushed from her chest to her cheeks, eyes glassy and dazed.
Then I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, hands sliding down my back, nails digging in.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper against her lips. “So fucking perfect. I could eat you all night.”
She shivers as she wraps her legs around my waist again, pulling me closer. “I need you inside me."
I kiss her while I shove my pants and boxers down my legs and kick them clear off the bed. My dick springs free, and she grabs it right away, stroking me with her hand. The sensations make me twitch and jolt, but I manage to pull my shirt over my head and lower myself back down over her.
Zora is hungry for me, desperate to get me inside of her, and she's still crying softly. I kiss those tears off her cheeks as shelines me up herself, rubbing the swollen head through her slick folds until I feel her open for me. I push inside her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her heat. Her walls clamp down instantly, pulling me deeper, and whimpers and moans.
“Fuck, Z, your pussy feels perfect wrapped around my dick like it was made just for me.”
She locks her ankles behind my back and digs her heels in, urging me on. “Come on and fuck me already," she whines, nipping my lip as I swallow her words in a kiss.
I start thrusting, hips rolling to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp every single time. I bottom out. “You're incredible, Z."
Her nails rake down my back and she arches up to meet every thrust. Each time her hips rock it makes me want to go deeper. And when she whispers, "Fuck, yes," I watch her eyes roll back in her head.
