Chapter Eight
Harry
Zora peered at me in delighted surprise as I scooped her up from the floor and carried her over to the center of the room, to those chains dangling oh so fucking tempting.
“You’re going to have to help me here,” I said, setting her down beneath them.
She looked between me and the chains. “With what?” she asked with mock wide-eyed innocence. “I have no idea how to use such things.”
Giving her a wolfish grin, enjoying this dynamic switch we were falling into, I promised, “I’m going to chain you up and tongue-fuck your pussy until you can’t stand anymore. Then I’m going to carry on.”
“Well, damn,” she said with a returned smirk, some of that mock innocence fading away. “How can a girl say no to that? Here.”
She climbed me like a tree to reach the chains, pulling them down with a wink. “These ones only have a dummy lock,” she told me, giving them a shake. “Easy to get out of.”
“Okay.”
I watched her work, clicking the chains around her wrists, then handing me a loose end with neat efficiency. “Tighten this as much as you want.” She clanged the chains. Her hands hovered suspended at about chest height. “The more you tighten, the higher my hands will go.”
“Duly noted.” I grinned at her, loving watching her move through this space with such ease. She was so comfortable with her body, with sex; it was incredible to witness. She flashed me a sweet smile, and I yanked the chain. It made her gasp.
Her hands suspended above her head pulled her tits up higher, too.
They hung on her chest, heavy and full, and, fuck, once again, I lost myself in them, leaning down to suckle.
Would she let me nurse from her for real?
When she was producing milk, could I draw it from these tits until I had my fill?
Fuck, the thought made me harder than I’d ever been. My cock stuck straight out like granite, aching to reach her, burrow inside her. I had to shut my eyes for a moment and take a steadying breath. God, I wanted her.
But first. She remained silent, watching, as I unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them down her legs, falling to my knees and pulling her feet through one at a time, kissing her ankles, her calves, and carefully discarding the fabric near where I’d left my shit.
Then, her underwear, thin white cotton, slid over her ass, down her thighs and off her body. She was bare to me now, open and willing. Her eyes never strayed from my face, patient and curious.
Without losing eye contact, with no word passed between us, I lifted her leg and settled her thigh on my shoulder, then the other, so she was sitting on me, using me as her chair.
This view was incredible. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, the scent of her arousal flooding my senses, overwhelming me in the best way. Her tits sat heavy, within reaching distance, and her mouth hung open in anticipation, lips wet and plush.
Both sets of lips.
When my tongue flickered out against her clit, she cried a delicate moan, spreading her legs a little wider for me.
Then I ate.
I devoured her, licking up every drop of her I could, running my tongue through her pussy lips, down to dip inside her, and further back, to swirl around her asshole. I had her at my total mercy here, and it was delicious.
She leaked onto my tongue, down my chin and my chest, so wet and juicy, her pussy puffy and full and fucking perfect.
Hours could pass at her feet, her using me as a chair, letting me suck and tongue her, and I wouldn’t realize.
It was too easy to get lost in every inch of her body. Everything she gave me was delicious.
I enjoyed each moan and shiver and spasm, drowning in her body. Again.
“Harry…” she whimpered when I pulled her clit between my teeth and sucked. Her thighs spasmed around my ears, then crushed in, squeezing my head as she began to peak.
And I wasn’t going to tease her, not like she had me. I wasn’t about edging her. I kept going, sucking deep, relishing in how her fluid flooded over my face, at how she was taking away my ability to breathe, shaking and writhing and gasping and fucking using me.
She came with another flood down my chin, and a crush of my head, riding through each ebb and flow of her orgasm with these sexy little gasps. I watched as best I could, but it was mostly just her body, her stomach, pulling in and out as she began to settle back down.
When her thighs relaxed and her body slumped, I lifted her off my shoulders with care, grinning as I stood up and freed her from the chains while she sighed. Her arms dropped as she fell into me, sweaty and hot, still panting.
“Now get on your knees,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head as she rested her weight on me.
“You gonna throat fuck me now?” she asked, her voice whispery, not moving yet.
I gave her a beat to catch her breath, then pushed her to her knees. After a brief look in her eye told me she was okay, still up for anything, I patted her on the head. “Not quite.”
She looked up at me, curious, open. “Do share.”
“Squeeze those tits together.”
She obliged with a knowing smirk, pushing with her hands until a tight dip formed between them, a dark valley made only for me. Despite still looking a little out of it, she did what I asked with no trouble.
“Spit on them,” I demanded, and she did, letting saliva dribble right into her deep cleavage.
I had to bend a little awkward at the knees, but that first slide of my cock between her breasts was incredible, the sight of it, the way the head of my cock poked up through, then got sucked back in as I moved up and down…
fuck, there was no vision better. It wasn’t as tight as her mouth or her pussy, but the view alone would send me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as we both watched where our bodies joined.
“That’s so fucking sexy,” Zora muttered, poking her tongue out to lick the tip of my cock as it passed through.
I began fucking harder, and she moved her tits up and down, jacking me off as I slid in and out. It was an incredible sight, one I would never forget. One I hoped to repeat for eternity. Her spit-slick tits, my hard cock tunneling through… Jesus fucking Christ.
My spine hurt, my knees ached, but I kept going, losing myself in the sensation and the imagery. Zora was so fucking perfect; her tits were made for me, made for fucking, for sucking.
“Oh shit,” I groaned, unable to contain myself anymore, cum spurting out from my tip, shooting onto her tits, her neck, her chin, a little on her lips. She cried out and moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the droplets up.
My entire body squeezed as cum continued to dribble out, every single drop in my body falling onto hers.
The urge to scoop it up and shove it inside her overcame me, but I resisted.
Instead, I fell to my knees before her, tired, drained.
Needing this not to end yet. Because once it did, difficult shit came back in. I wanted more time in this bubble.
She kissed me with her cum-covered lips, holding my head and pulling me in, devouring my mouth as I had done her body.
“Lie down,” she whispered after a minute. “I know what you need.”
We both settled onto our sides, lying on the cold floor, ignoring the hardness beneath our bodies as she tugged me to her, settling my head in the crook of her arm again. It felt like home.
When I sucked on her tit this time, it was a soft thing, no urgency. My cum swirled on her skin with her sweat and spit as I suckled, soothing and calming.
She sighed, stroking my hair as I settled in, licking her clean of my cum and bathing in her warmth, her softness. It was perfect. A dream come fucking true.
“So good,” she whispered. “So perfect.” The brush of her fingers in my hair made my eyes feel heavy, and I so wanted to drift off to sleep like this, to wake up in her arms.
I realized I only ever wanted to wake up in her embrace, or her in mine.
This was so fucked. How had this woman, who I’d met just three times now, burrowed herself so deep inside me?
Zora sucked in a sudden breath and gasped, “Harry!” Her hand in my hair grew firmer. “Suck harder.”
No hardship there, I picked up my pace, curious, drawing her nipple deeper into my mouth, between my teeth, suckling on her like my life depended on it.
“Oh, my god!” she cried out, grasping at me.
And that’s when I tasted it.
A sweet, musky droplet landed on my tongue. Her milk.