17. Uninhibited #2
“What you gonna do about it, Cairo? Punish me?”
She turned around slowly and lifted her skirt in the back, inch by inch, until she showcased a ripe, round butt that had me ready to pounce. I palmed her butt cheeks and squeezed them. I kissed the top of her ear and nibbled it until a low moan escaped her tempting lips.
“Maybe I’ll wait for you to beg me for what you want, and then I’ll pound you until you scream my name. Bring that juicy peach here.” I dipped and settled my erection between the crack of her ass and held her hips steady with my hands.
With her skirt bunched up in front of her, Zora rested her forearms on the island of the kitchen. Once the fabric of her skirt was in place, she widened her legs, revealing a honey pot that glistened for me.
“I need this to be quick. I promise to take care of you more thoroughly later,” I said as I sheathed myself.
“Okay.”
I massaged her folds until she squirmed under my touch.
When she leaked a little, I rubbed my erection back and forth against her heat.
Within seconds, I slid into her wetness like she was melted butter.
I withdrew and entered again, repeatedly, until she moaned and rocked back with me, matching me stroke for stroke.
The syncopated rhythm of our bodies escalated into a heated symphony of eroticism until a mutual groan escaped our lips.
“Damn…” I closed my eyes and dug deeper into her guts as she backed her lower body into me.
When I felt myself about to explode from the heat and wetness that was Zora, I removed myself and turned her around.
“Why’d you stop?” She whimpered as if going through withdrawals.
Instead of replying, I kissed her lips and lifted her to the counter, pulling the folds of her skirt above her waist. I gently circled her legs and scooped her to the edge of the counter.
“Open up and stay like that for me. Legs up.”
Zora did as instructed, giving me a come-hither look as she bit her lower lip.
“Good girl.” I got on my knees and rested my hands between her thighs to hold them open. “Since you like my tongue so much, I’m going to lick you until you cum.”
I inserted my tongue into her and adjusted my licks to her responses, alternating fast and slow licks with deep and shallow ones.
“Cairo…” She moaned my name so nicely.
Within seconds, she came in my mouth. I kissed her until she stilled. While she was still in a sex haze, I stood and aligned my tip with her sloppy center.
“Are you really for the grand finale?”
“I’ve been ready.” She reached down and stroked me gently.
I thrust hard into her. Nothing about this time between us would be soft or smooth. I’d been waiting for a woman like Zora to share herself with me and not judge my brokenness. For once, I could be free.
“Oh…that’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t…ever…stop.” She whimpered as she dug her nails into my back.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. Is this how you’re going to be with me from now on?”
“Yes.”
“You sure about that?” I pumped into her soft body again, pulling her long hair back as she threw her body back to me.
“Always. You can have me forever.”
When she said that, my mind and body exploded, imagining the beginning of what could be.
I lifted her shirt and reached for her juicy titties and held them for dear life as she screamed and finally shook beneath me.
Thank goodness her mansion was away from other buildings because anyone walking by might have heard Zora as she lost control.
“Let go. Give it to me, love.”
She did exactly that, collapsing in my arms as I held her close.
When Zora’s tremors ceased, her lips met mine. Unlike our previous kisses, this one felt more intimate and peaceful. My heart was content, realizing that her neediness and yearning matched mine.
“Whatever you’re doing is touching me from the inside out. Do you feel it?” Zora’s voice barely rose above a whisper as she pressed her forehead onto mine.
“I do.”
I straightened her clothes as her chest heaved.
I separated briefly to pull my briefs and pants over my waist. She then wrapped her arms around me and held me close.
I returned the embrace and inhaled her fragrant hair, pulling it into a ponytail in my fist and drawing her close to me with my other hand.
“I don’t want you to leave.” She spoke the words into my chest as she hugged me tighter.
I brushed her hair with my hands and planted them at her waist.
“I don’t want to either.”
When she released me, her sad eyes almost gutted me.
“But you have to. As much as I’d love for you to take me from the back in my queen-sized Brazilian hardwood bed with its antique finish, you can’t tonight.
It’s getting late, and if we keep this up, I’ll be in bigger trouble than I already am.
No matter how rebellious I want to be, I have to do right.
I was reckless when I invited you to spend the night.
The public decorum agreement clearly says that I can’t have male overnight guests in this house.
I already ruined their rug. I’m still the president, and those are their rules.
And I need to wipe down this counter with disinfectant wipes too.
” She grinned, distracted by the barely-there spots on the surface behind us.
The dichotomy of Zora’s recklessness and responsibility had me chuckling. I buttoned my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. When I was dressed, I held her chin in my hands.
“I understand. It takes time to be one hundred percent rebellious, I see. But promise you’ll call me before you go to bed. If I can’t sex you to sleep, I can talk you into a night of sweet dreams.”
She rolled off the island and brushed her skirt down.
“I promise.”