Reaching up over her head, Zoey clasped her arms behind my neck, causing her plump tits to jut out when she wiggled her ass against my cock.
“Baby, you’re so gorgeous.” I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her taut nipples and down her stomach. I placed her legs over each of my thighs so she was spread wide, exposing her pussy completely. Holding her tight against my dick with one arm, I pumped two fingers in and out of her with my other hand. She gasped, pushing back against me.
“Yes, oh God, Ty.” Zoey clung to my neck while I suckled on her earlobe. The mirror above the vanity reflected our naked bodies writhing together and my fingers inside her. She caught my eyes in the glass and with both of us watching in the reflection, I fisted my cock, pumping it first and then slowly guiding it into her from behind. Her eyes closed in ecstasy when I impaled her.
The visual in the mirror was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, her legs wide open, draped over mine, me thrusting up into her as I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. I sucked and licked my beautiful girl’s neck until her back arched against me and rolled her hips uncontrollably. The showerheads sprayed in all directions.
We watched ourselves fucking, our noisy moans amplified in the cavernous bathroom. Wrapping my arm around her small waist, I rubbed her clit furiously the way she loved, while ramming up into her like a wild man until she screamed out as wave after wave catapulted her over the top. Her climax took me with her, and I came so hard my head hit the back of the wall.
Spent, she collapsed back against me. I kissed her flushed cheeks and wound my arms around her body.
“Are you okay?” She reached up and rubbed the back of my head.
“Ohhh yeahhh. That was intense, sooooo good.” I buried my face in her neck, no damage done.
Zoey tilted her head back against my neck and sighed, “well, I must say, that’s a well-placed vanity mirror, sir.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” I took her lips in a long, deep kiss. “God, I love you.”
“You’re so wild, you’ve gotten so good at this, I love all of your rock-star sex tricks.” Zoey stood, looking for a towel.
“What do you mean?” My voice was sharp, what she said hit a nerve.
“It’s okay, Ty, I know you were with a lot of girls over the years,” Zoey playfully nudged me with her shoulder then turned away to grab a towel and wrap it around herself. “You’ve taken your sexy factor to an entirely different level since we were together.”
She wasn’t wrong, but all the wind went out of my sails after our incredible night and morning, which for me was easily the most mind-blowing sexual connection I’d ever had. For the past couple of weeks, when I knew I would sing that song to her, my dreams of our reunion were of expressing our love, devotion, and recommitment to each other. I thought we’d pick up where we left off, the past behind us. It cut deep that she so flippantly brought up my sordid history.
Desperate to get things back on track, I tugged her to my wet, naked body and cupped the back of her head, “It’s only you, Zoey. There is no one else.”
“I’m not saying anything bad, Ty. It’s just that it’s different now, more intense.” She looked confused.
Recalling the mostly faceless, nameless women whom I’d used to forget Zoey was impossible. I wasn’t going to apologize, but I wasn’t proud of my behavior either.
I released her, grabbed a towel and dried off. “Yeah, well. Let’s not do this.”
“No. No, I didn’t mean it like that. You can’t feel bad about the time we were apart. Please don’t feel bad.” Zoey reached for my hand, trying to make eye contact, which I avoided.
I didn’t know what to say, the lump in my throat was thick because of how pissed I was at myself for going against my principles back then. I stood naked and truly vulnerable in front of the only woman I would ever love, for the first time in years, and I hated that after our incredible love-making over the past few hours her thoughts were about me fucking women other than her. That was on me, though.
“What you said made me feel thoroughly fucking ashamed, Zoey.” I moved away to finish drying off.
“Oh God, I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t you understand? I turned into my mother for a while. I used women for years to forget you. It was disgusting behavior.”
Zoey’s eyes pooled with tears. “You’re not disgusting, you’re the most considerate, thoughtful, wonderful man I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t feel that way.”
“Tyson, what we just did, how we are together is beautiful.”
“That’s what I thought too.” I shook my head.
She reached for my hand again and took it when I didn’t offer it. “I was so rude to joke, it’s just that I’m a bit insecure about my competition. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I can’t bear it. I’ll leave if you want me to.”
“You have no competition, Z. I never want you to leave.” I still looked at the floor as I adjusted the towel around my waist. “I can’t change what happened. It happened.”
“I know.” She blinked at me and let out a big breath of resignation.
“Look. I take responsibility. But it was a long time ago. You’re so precious to me. I don’t want you to ever feel like there has ever been anyone but you.”
“Ty, if we are going to try to be together, we need to stop apologizing about what happened in our past and work on trusting each other
