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“I love everything about you.” I stepped toward her, filled with rage at whatever—or whoever—it was that had made her feel bad about her body.
But I could show her how beautiful she was. If not through my words, then I could do it through my actions. Through the way I made love to her with my mouth. With my hands. With my entire body.
“So beautiful.” I reached up and brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.
As her eyes met mine, I saw a gradual acceptance of my words, mixed with desire. She wanted me.
That was enough to push me to move this along. I lifted her onto the pool table, taking in the angle of her legs as they slanted slightly upward over the lip. I could work with that, but first, I needed those panties off.
She stared at me with wide eyes as I slid her panties down. My fingers skimmed her skin as the panties moved over her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles. I wanted her bra off too, but that could come later. Right now, I had to taste her. I had to show her what she’d been missing all these years.
She was wet for me. So wet. I moved between her thighs and opened her wider. The angle made it hard for me to slide my fingers inside, so I lifted her ass instead, bringing her toward my mouth. She cried out at the first touch of my tongue to the swollen bud. I moved slowly at first, then increased my pace, using the technique I’d perfected over the years. All of it had been practice for this very moment. For this woman who had been the one missing piece of my life.
When her hips began moving, I knew I was on the right track. The key was holding myself back. With each sigh and moan from the woman on the table, my cock stiffened a little more as it prepared to plunge inside her and feel those warm slick folds tighten around it.
Finally, she cried out and arched her back, giving in to the orgasm. An orgasm I hoped was like nothing she’d ever experienced. If not, I would try all night. I’d keep trying until we were both spent.
As her cries subsided, I straightened and looked down at her. Now I’d urge her toward the bedroom. A woman like her deserved only the softest, most comfortable surface.
But she had another surprise in store for me.
“Fuck me from behind,” she said, her voice hoarse, her eyes filled with raw desire. “Right here, right now.”
All thoughts of leaving the room fled as she slid off the table and dropped to her knees, unbuckling my belt with trembling fingers.
6
ZOEY
I’d never taken a man in my mouth before. I’d seen it in movies—the kind I didn’t let my ex know I watched when he wasn’t around. I tried early on in our relationship, but he always said nice girls didn’t do that.
Tonight, I had no interest in being a nice girl.
Jared’s cock sprung out at me as soon as I lowered his briefs. I stared at it for what probably seemed like an awfully long time, but I’d never seen one so beautiful. It was thick and pink, with a drop of moisture on the tip. I raked my thumb over it, spreading the moisture and smiling to myself when it elicited a groan from the man standing in front of me.
I was running out of time. Any second now, he’d insist on being inside me, but I wasn’t finished here yet. I wanted to explore.
He drew in a sharp breath when I wrapped my lips around him and drove forward, taking in as much as possible. He moaned as I pulled back slowly, teasing him.
I always thought blow jobs were strictly for the man’s pleasure, but I was enjoying this far more than I ever would have imagined. Maybe because it was him. I’d never wanted to see someone happier than I did this man.
I plunged forward again, this time moving slowly and savoring the taste of him. I would have happily continued until he emptied his seed into my mouth, but he pulled back, sliding a hand under each of my arms and pulling me to my feet. He paused to give me the longest, most passionate kiss of my life while somehow managing to remove my bra.
When he did finally pull back, there was an intensity in his eyes—a passion I’d never seen before, not even in the most romantic movies. Here I stood, completely naked in front of him, but I didn’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious. He’d said I was beautiful, but now I felt it in his appraising stare as he ran his thumbs over my nipples. He made me feel cherished, loved…like a rare piece of artwork.
“Are you sure you want it here?” he asked, his voice husky. Heat and moisture pooled between my legs at the sound. “My bed’s really comfortable.”
I shook my head. “Here. Now.”
And then I pulled away from him and turned around, bending over and propping my arms on the felt-covered pool table. Comfort didn’t matter right now. In fact, the flat surface beneath my arms acted as a sharp contrast to the pleasure that rippled through my body when he slid his tip along my slick folds.
And then he was inside me, plunging deep as he put a hand on each side of my waist. There was a slight sting as I adjusted to his size, but it quickly turned to pleasure. I spread my legs wider and lowered my head, closing my eyes as he lifted my left leg higher and slid his hand over my stomach. And then he was rubbing my clit, moving in quick circles as he plunged deeper and deeper.
I gasped. “Oh yes. Right there. That’s it.”
Was that my voice? It sounded so far away. All I knew was the combination of his bold strokes and his touch was sending me places I’d never been before.
My orgasm was so intense, it knocked the wind out of me. I cried out as his thrusts sped up, and then he was crying out too. His hands moved to grip my hips as he shuddered, finally stilling and pulling me closer.
