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Bypassing his lips, she lowered herself, following the scar with her lips, going down the side of his neck, lower, over his muscular, sparsely-haired chest, right to the end where someone had twisted the knife in his side. She kissed it, giving it all the love and attention it deserved, wishing she could’ve been with him when he’d had to heal. Her tongue flicked over his nipple and she heard his breath catch, his boxer shorts tenting slightly.
Smiling, Zephyr went lower, following the line of his abs, muscles he’d worked his body into acquiring over the years, both with fighting and training. She licked down the line, making sure her hair trailed over his torso with her motion, adding sensation for him. His hand wrapped it once in a loose fit, not stopping her but letting her know he could.
She felt his hard length against her boobs, and shook them, letting him feel them move around his cock.
“Fuck,” he grit out, his hand tightening a bit around her hair, and she smiled, repeating the action. Her hands pulled his shorts down, her tongue trailing down his prominent oblique, down where he jutted up, long and thick and hard, a vein prominent on the underside.
Zephyr squeezed him between her ample breasts, knowing he loved the visual, and his hips moved automatically, sliding in the space she’d created. On one of his upward movements, she kissed his head, letting her boobs go, and gave the vein on his shaft a long lick, her mouth salivating to taste him as his other hand came to her hair, flexing as he let her set the pace.
She took a hold of him, taking the head into her mouth, licking the slit where he was already dripping, tasting his essence for the first time. And then she took him down her throat.
He groaned, and she looked up, seeing his neck cording as his head dug into the pillow.
It was a heady sensation, seeing this beast of a man come undone by her lips.
She closed her eyes and began giving him the blowjob of his life, adding hands to the up and down motion, alternating between twisting and swallowing, sucking and licking, giving him the most sensation she could, driven on by his hands in her hair or the rumbling noises leaving his throat.
One of his hands left her scalp, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he touched her ass, his fingers finding her folds where she was already wet. She’d wondered what it had been about giving head that aroused her so much, was it the feeling of power or a simple biological response, mental or physical? Zen had told her there was a nerve that went straight from the roof of a woman’s mouth to her vagina, and maybe it was just extra sensitive in her case because giving her husband a blow job had her clenching.
Suddenly, he pulled her with the strength of a single arm, and before she could blink, she was straddling his face, his cock in her mouth, his hands spreading her over him.
It was hot.
She’d never 69d before.
He tugged her down over his skilled mouth, his facial hair rubbing the insides of her thigh in the most delicious friction, his tongue slurping over her with a loud, obscene noise that made her moan around him. It was odd but incredible, feeling him do something to her, reacting to it, and feeling him react to that by doing something else, like an endless loop of sensation, ending where she began and ending where he did. A sexual yin and yang.
He spread her cheeks, his thumb stroking her rosebud as he ate her out, making her clench hard around him.
“Has anyone been here before?” he asked into her thigh, biting the inside of it as she pulled up for air.
“No,” she panted.
He went back to devouring her, fucking her with his tongue and rubbing her clit alternatively, making her mewl and moan around his cock, the vibrations of her throat pushing his arousal higher.
She didn’t know how long it went on, how long they stayed like that, connected by their body and minds, reacting to the other’s responses, stimulating and being stimulated simultaneously. But after a while, he pushed his thumb in her ass while sucking on her clit, and she came, feeling full and invaded and owned, the sensation strange and taboo, her nerve endings on fire all over her body. She pulled her head away from his flesh, screaming at her orgasm, her nails digging into his solid thigh muscles, her own muscles jerking and squeezing around his head as she slowly came down from the high.
He pulled away, giving her butt a smack, making her yelp.
“Turn around,” he instructed her, and Zephyr, boneless, somehow managed to turn and face him. He pulled her legs on each side of his hip, giving her an intense stare. “Take me in.”
Her heart began to pound again, realizing that for the first time, he would let her be face-to-face with him. Before, it had all been from the back, all without truly connecting as intimately as this. He was letting her in.
Silently, she angled him and slid down, feeling the stretch in her pussy, panting as she went down inch by inch. She’d forgotten how huge he’d felt inside her, how he split her open by the time he bottomed out.
“Jesus,” he cursed, his hands gripping her hips, her head falling back as the pleasurable burn ensconced her again. Finally, he was completely in, pushing so deep she felt his pulsing match in her chest.
“Rainbow,” he called, and she looked down, locking gazes with his again, seeing the expanse of him laid out before her, scars and muscle and tattoos and man, all hers.
“Ride me.”
She placed her hands on his chest and complied, rotating her hips experimentally to see how it felt, grinding her clit on him.
So good.
She bit her lips, feeling sexy, feeling horny, feeling like a goddess as she rode him slowly, gradually increasing pace, trying different movements, understanding which brought them the most pleasure. He held her breasts, tugged her nipples, played with them. Slapped them, pulled them, twisted them, each action making her cry out and clench like a vise around him. After a point, when she got tired, he twisted positions and put her legs over his shoulders, never once separating, stretching her hamstrings until she felt taut but the angle making her see stars.
She came again.
