“Why!?”
“Because if you try to hold still when I do what I’m about to do next, it will drive you crazy. In a great way.” I scratch her hips making her moan. “Now don’t move. That’s an order.” Pulling her pussy back onto my lips, I work it, flicking her clit, sliding my tongue in her cave, pausing to bring two fingers up. I’ve got big hands, thick digits, and as I slide them into her tight wet pussy, Zia shivers and grabs onto the wall to hold still.
I’ve found the side of her clit that’s most sensitive.
Using that secret knowledge, I flick the magic spot, and begin to finger fuck her, slowly at first, diving until my index and middle finger disappear, then slide them back out.
Exactly at the point where she’s too sensitive I stop the flicking, keep the finger fucking, and wait a few seconds — just long enough for her clit to practically reach for me it wants me that bad.
That’s the thing about the body — it likes to be teased, and I’m happy to oblige, licking, sucking, finger fucking, until she cries out, “Too good! I’m cumming!” and slaps the wall, body trembling just like I wanted.
I go a little faster.
A lot slower.
Tease her until she screams my name.
I’ve gotta hold her hips to stop her from bucking, lapping that sweet pussy as she cums on my tongue and cements everything I dreamed about her.
Over the cliff she goes, and when she falls, I gather her into my arms, “That’s my girl.”
Looking up at me, she’s shining, skin on fire, voice seductively low. “Now you, Nax, since we can’t fuck until your leg is better.”
“Thought it was Tuck.”
Reaching behind her, “Not in the bedroom,” she takes hold of my cock, stroking it. “We don’t bring my family in here with us.”
That cracks me up, and she laughs, too, pushing hair back from her face with her free hand, eyes shining with happiness.
I scratch her thigh, watching my hand trail up its curve. “We can fuck.”
Curious, her head tilts. “How? I can’t straddle your legs until you’re healed, and you can’t move like…you know.”
“Turn that sweet ass around and face the other way, baby. Riding me backwards, you won’t be on my legs.”
She gasps in excitement and rises up in a hurry, bouncing my abandoned cock in a way that makes me chuckle, “I’ve got a condom. Hang on,” and tugging it from my jeans pocket, I rip the package with my teeth and slide it on.
Standing on the bed, blankets giving way to feet, Zia slides her dress up over her head, revealing a black bra. I drink her in as she frees soft round breasts, nipples hard at the tips.
I reach for my girl, “Oh, I’ve gotta kiss those babies,” and she drops to give me one to suck on, then the other, long red fingernails wrapping around my cock and driving me nuts.
She moans, pulling her tit from my teeth, and tugs my pants open more, straddling my waist, ass hovering above my stomach, crack spread under a beautiful back. I grab onto her hips as she lowers herself, locking seductive eyes with me over a lifted shoulder just before my swollen tip penetrates. As her pussy engulfs me we moan together, pleasure waving through every cell.
Zia promises, “I’m going to tease you like you teased me,” riding me slow, then quick, then slow again, until I growl with a need for release. “What are ya gonna do about it? You’re the one who can’t move now.”
She does this in longer and longer increments, drawing out the heat of pleasure, my balls tensing and releasing, not knowing which way she’s going, what they should do, until finally my eyes roll back in my head. Feeling my cock stiffen at the point of no return, Zia moans pure ecstasy, hips undulating a rhythm that finally breaks us both free. I roar as that sweet wet pussy clamps down on my hard length, contractions a heartbeat from her core. It’s so good I shiver, rising up to wrap my arms around her waist with my cock buried deep and pulsing inside of her. Our panting syncs and she wraps her arms over mine, holding me tight.
I grunt, “I think there’s room for growth here,” which makes Zia bursts out laughing. But I just smile from a place calmer than I’ve felt in a long time — a knowing that I’m with who I’m supposed to be with. I finally got it right.
“I love you, Zia.”
She melts, and twists to look into my eyes as tears form in hers. “I love you, too.”
The two months I’m away from her — talking on the phone every day, longing to see my girl again as I dismantle my old life and ready for a new one however it shakes down — makes it that much sweeter when I fly back to Manhattan and find Zia waiting by a cab at the airport, happy smile cementing my need to see it more often and forever.
While they’re filming their movie, mine completed, and I’m picking up Joe for his time with me, my ex drops a bomb I never saw coming — this city is better for our son. She’d noticed a change from his friendship with Will and Elliot, and missed the city, herself. Filming opportunities are many here, now that we’re both established in the business and no longer hustling to prove ourselves. What did I think about everyone relocating to New York?
“You know what I think about that?” I grin, “Tuck yes!”
Epilogue
Epilogue
When my bosses learned that Nax had produced one of their favorite films, they offered something I would never have dreamed possible — a wedding in the museum.
Sure, it’s a great marketing stunt on their part, press invited for the event, but as I stand near the end of an aisle set up in our Titanosaur exhibit, family and friends seated in
