Zoey said nothing. She just wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned into me, nestling her face into my chest. I cupped her head and held her to me. After a few minutes she extricated herself from our embrace and walked back to my bedroom, leaving me in the kitchen. I let her go.
After I cleaned up from dinner about a half-hour later, I went to find her.
“Ty?” I heard her voice coming from the bathroom, almost a whisper.
“I’m right here, butterfly.” I opened the door to find her soaking in the massive double-jetted bathtub, red-rimmed eyes looking at me through a mountain of bubbles. Her tear-streaked face was so gorgeous despite the mascara running down her cheeks. Quickly kneeling by the tub, I took her face in my hands and caressed her temples with my thumbs. “God, I’m such a fuckup. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Stop. Ty. It’s not that. I—I want to move in with you, there’s nothing I want more.” Her anguished sobs ripped me apart.
“I sure hope so, Z, because we belong together.” I embraced my naked girl, rubbing her back to comfort her as she let it all out.
“I get in my own way.” Zoey’s sobs were more choking cries now, and she started to hiccup.
“We both do at times, babe. Just tell me what you want. What you really, really want.” I looked at her earnestly. “Please—I’ll make it happen.”
“Zig a zig ah?” Zoey sang off-key and started laughing hysterically through her tears, kind of sobbing, kind of laughing. I looked at her with my eyes wide open, not sure what to do.
“Ummm?” I had no idea what was going on.
“Spice Girls?” She cocked her eyebrow, setting off another fit of laughter-sobs, although more laughter this time.
“Ahhhh—” I started laughing too, finally getting it. Soon we were both laughing in fits, the bubbles and water splashing all around, soaking me. When we regained some semblance of control, I needed to be skin-to-skin with her. I stripped off my wet clothes and got into the bathtub behind her, wrapping my arms around her.
Zoey relaxed into me as I kissed her neck, then cupped her face and angled her head back toward mine. Exploring her mouth gently at first, then hungrily, our tongues danced together. My traitorous dick grew hard when my original plan was just to comfort her. Her splendid tits were somewhat visible, bobbing amongst the bubbles. I couldn’t help but trace her nipples, loving how they immediately hardened into tight bullets at my touch.
“We have always done sex exceedingly well.” Zoey sank back against my chest and pressed her backside against my erection which had grown harder against the crease of her ass.
“We have,” I agreed, now rolling her dark-pink nipple with my fingers. My other hand inched down to stroke the slight swell of her stomach then dipped into her folds. I slipped my middle finger inside her and flicked against her clit with my thumb.
“The relationship stuff is tougher,” she eeked out breathlessly.
I circled her nub.
“Ty, I want all of it.” Zoey lolled back against me.
“Mmm.” I increased my pace, nuzzling her ear, biting it gently.
“Ohhh God, that feels so good,” Zoey moaned.
“I want to make you feel good, Z.” I suckled on her earlobe, using my nose to dip into her neck.
Zoey hummed and pressed against me, her eyes closed. Her head slipped farther back against my arm when I pushed my finger in and out of her. Watching her reaction, I knew I’d hit the mark when her lips opened slightly, and she puffed out little breaths. Then her knees fell open over my legs. Her hips had a mind of their own, grinding on my hand, seeking something more. Still strumming her clit, I positioned her over the side of the tub, her ass just above the waterline. The bathwater splooshed around us.
Kneeling behind her, I gripped my cock, stroked it through her folds and thrust deep inside her. Her hums grew louder and louder. Zoey used the edge of the tub for leverage and pushed back against me, forcing me even deeper. My balls slapped against her ass as we found a rhythm that created mini-tsunamis, which soaked the entire bathroom floor.
“Ty, can we do this somewhere more comfortable?” Zoey panted, the faint mascara streaks giving her a dangerous and sexy vibe. “I love having you so deep inside me, but my knees are killing me, and we’ve made an absolute mess.”
More than on board, I plucked her out of the bath and carried her to the bed, hungrily slamming our mouths together on the way. I set her down on the comforter so that she was on her hands and knees. Waggling her shapely ass in the air, Zoey flashed a saucy look at me over her shoulder. I nearly blew my load when she leaned over and spread her knees wider, flashing her bits at me. Her gorgeous pussy was pink, swollen, and puffy from our bathtub activities.
“God, what you do to me.” My already engorged cock twitched when I kneeled behind her to take up where we left off in the bathtub.
“Ty, please don’t hold back, I need you so much,” Zoey begged.
I needed to imprint her, for her to feel my love through her whole body, but I also didn’t want to hurt her, so I clasped her hips to mine and slowly entered her while she wiggled against me. “Oh, Z, you are
