Page 62 of Keeping Zita

But with Sage’s masterful hands and lips, she was as close to the edge as she’d been in the past after using a vibrator on her clit for a couple of minutes. It was overwhelming, almost scary—and Zita wanted more.

Her pussy clenched. Wanted to be filled. Wanted to share the experience with the amazing man hovering above her, giving her the ultimate pleasure.

“I don’t want to come without you,” she managed to stutter.

“No. You come first. Always. In everything. Even this. We’ll fly together for sure, but I need this. Need to watch you soar, feel you come on my fingers.” His words were spoken against her breast; he’d barely lifted his head. Then he shifted so he was lying next to her, his body heat almost scorching her as he pressed against her side.

His hand between her legs never stopped its ministrations. Zita squirmed, opening her legs wider, needing more.

“That’s it. Spread yourself for me. Show me where you need me.”

His words were just a little crude, but they ramped up Zita’s passion. Using one of his knees, he trapped the leg closest to him against the mattress, holding her open.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured. “Look at you. I’ve dreamed of seeing your hair strewn over my pillow. Having you writhe beneath me just like this. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. The wait was worth it. You’re worth it, Zita. Come for me. I want to see you fly.”

She wanted to tell him that she’d wanted this forever too. But the words were stuck in her throat. Her vision had narrowed to a small pinpoint as her orgasm grew within her.

“Sage!” she called out, when all the sensations suddenly seemed too much.

“I’ve got you, let go, Zita. I’m here.”

Yes. He was. He was most definitely there. What had it been, like three minutes since they’d walked through the motel door? Zita had no idea. It could’ve been twenty minutes for all she knew, or thirty seconds. All her focus was on Sage, and the amazing feelings he was coaxing from her all-too-willing body.

One second she was having a mini panic attack, and the next she was coming. Trembling from head to foot and calling out Sage’s name as she exploded.

When she was finally able to hear again, and breathe, she realized Sage had been talking to her throughout her orgasm.

“…so beautiful. I can see your come leaking out between your pussy lips. You’re so wet. You’re going to feel fucking amazing, I just know it.” His fingers were still between her legs, but he was holding her folds open and he’d sat up a little, all his attention focused on the wetness she could feel soaking the sheets under her.

Then he moved, rolling them until she was straddling him.

Zita blinked; she was still in a post-orgasm haze. “Sage?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re small, and I’m not. This way, you can take me at your own pace.”

Putting her palms on his chest to brace herself, Zita looked down between her legs—and saw exactly why Sage had put her in charge. The man was big. Bigger than anyone she’d been with before…which wasn’t saying much, as she’d only had three lovers before him. He might not be that tall at only five-nine, but he’d been blessed with an impressive dick. It was long and slender, and Zita knew he’d go deeper than might be comfortable. But she was determined to take him. To make this as good for him as he’d just made her feel.

Reaching down, Zita took him in the palm of her hand, loving the groan that escaped his throat. Sex had always been pleasurable, but not very exciting. Always in the missionary position and over fairly quickly. She had this amazing, sexy man under her, and she planned to make the most of the experience.

Smiling, she looked him in the eye as she stroked him. “How long do you think you can last?” she asked provocatively.

Obi-Wan licked his lips and tried to think about anything but coming right then and there. Staring up at Zita was like looking at a goddess in her element. He’d pulled her scrunchie out of her hair when they’d started kissing, and now the auburn strands were in disarray around her head. She had sex hair going on, and he’d done that.

He had no idea how they’d gotten here. He’d been trying to figure out why Zita was in such a bad mood, why she’d been fucking crying for God’s sake, and then they were kissing as if they had two minutes to live and were trying to squeeze in the last ounce of pleasure they’d ever get.

And he’d had the privilege of watching and feeling her come in his arms.

This experience was like nothing he’d ever had. It was more intimate, more desperate, and strangely more loving than anything he’d felt before. Watching her come apart was sensual, erotic, and he’d never felt closer to a woman.

Seeing her juices leaking out of her folds had ramped up his lust even more. The smell of sex was thick in the air, and his cock was so hard it hurt. But it was a good hurt. He’d been two seconds away from straddling her and shoving himself into her warm, wet body, but at the last moment realized that might hurt her. So he’d rolled to his back and put her in charge.

He hadn’t realized until she was on top of him how difficult it would be to keep from coming prematurely. Seeing her tits sway, her nipples still hard and beckoning for his mouth, feeling the wetness between her legs on his upper thighs, and seeing his cock so close to her pussy, made his control almost snap.

But he grit his teeth, determined to let her take the lead, even though it would be torture.

Then she took his cock in her hand and stroked him, and if he thought he was suffering before, it was nothing to how he felt now. Obi-Wan could feel the come in his balls desperately trying to spew forth. It was taking all the control he’d learned over the years not to come all over her hand and belly.

“How long do you think you can last?”