“Ahhh, baby. Oh, my fucking God. Zoey.” Ty’s eyes squeezed shut and his face went slack when he canted his hips and exploded his own hot flood of release deep inside me.
Overcome with exhaustion and the emotion of the day, I slumped across his chest, feeling him still throbbing. He clutched my hips and placed sweet kisses all over my face while rocking me slowly back and forth against him, triggering several small mini-orgasms around his softening cock.
We stayed joined for a while, not willing to lose our connection. Eventually, Ty slipped out of me and I missed him immediately. Nestling into his side with my arms around him, breathing in the mixture of his grapefruit and leather smell, my floral perfume, and our love, I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I love you, Zoey,” Ty whispered against my hair. “I want to wake up with you here, this time. Don’t leave me again.”
“I love you too, Ty. Nothing or no one will ever make me leave you again.”
Chapter 14
TYSON
The incredible feeling of Zoey’s pink tongue lapping at the head of my dick was a much better way of waking up than our last sleepover. Stretching like a cat, I flexed my legs and flung one arm over my head, stroking her hair with my other hand, just watching. She sucked me to the back of her throat, using her tongue to lick and tease me to insanity. Soon my balls were tingling, and my hips were bucking, driving myself deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag a little.
“Come up here, butterfly, that is mind-blowing, but I want to be inside you.” I pulled her to my side and kissed her deeply.
“I have a birthday present for you, but I forgot it and I didn’t want to leave the bed until you woke up, so I thought you might like a blowie.” She traced my nipple with her finger.
“You are my birthday present, the best one I’ve ever had, and a blowie is the icing on the cake,” I teased, rolling her over. Cradling her head with my arms, I licked and kissed down the side of her neck, remembering how hot it used to make her.
Zoey moaned and writhed against my erection nestled between us. She reached around, gripped my ass and pulled me against her pussy, opening herself to me. Like a homing missile, my cock rubbed through her slickness, seeking its destination. I reached down and gripped myself to tease her clit with my crown.
“You’re so wet for me, Z.” I couldn’t help but surge against her warm heat and easily push all the way inside. She took me much easier this morning.
“Perpetually. Have you seen yourself?”
“Ahh, God, baby.” I sank into her deeply, palming under her firm thigh and running my hand down the back of her leg until I gripped her ankle and bent her leg to surge in even farther. She was my home.
Our bodies ground and slapped together, only the sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Zoey rubbed her clit with two fingers, taking control of her own pleasure. Watching her touch herself always made me lose my friggin’ mind. “Babe, I can’t hold back much longer,” I continued to buck into her wildly, now against her fingers. Within seconds she gasped and contracted around me so tightly I had no choice but to let go and empty inside her.
“You’re a sex god,” Zoey panted after I recovered enough to pull out and flop to her side.
“Hardly.” Laughing, I went into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us up, but she followed me into the master bathroom, gazing around in awe.
“The shower is like a friggin’ car wash for ten people!” She gleefully stepped into the walk-in, charcoal-tiled shower with eight body jets and two large rain showers and whirled around naked and glorious. “Take a shower with me, I promise to wash your back.”
Needing no other incentive, I turned on each nozzle one at a time, hungrily ogling her gorgeous body. She giggled joyfully each time a new jet ignited. Joining her under the cascading waterfalls, I used my grapefruit bodywash to explore her nakedness, under the guise of washing her clean, enjoying immensely how her nipples responded to my light touch.
Goosebumps broke out all over her arms when I soaped her up, despite the warm temperature of the water. Squeezing some wash into the palm of my hand, I crouched and stroked up and down her legs, my face level with her bare pussy. Holding her steady, I took a big lick across her seam.
“This is my new favorite room in your house,” Zoey squealed, clinging to my head, holding me against her.
Zoey pumped bodywash into her hand and with a sneaky grin, rubbed it all up and down my shoulders and chest. Loving the sight of her shiny, purple nails skimming over me, I reached for her, but she evaded my embrace.
“No, no—It’s my turn.”
Slowly and sensually, she washed me, caressing my back, arms, and hands, leaving no inch of my skin untouched. She kneeled in front of me, her hands trailing down my stomach then across the backs of my thighs, then my calves and up the front of my legs, stopping at my cock, which was now, once again, standing at full attention. Looking up at me with a gleam in her eye, she sucked my tip shallowly inside her mouth and I thrust inside her cheek a few times before I had a better idea and pulled back.
Taking a seat on the
