33. Bradley #2
Then I remove them and bury my mouth against her folds like she’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten.
And she is. I tighten my grip and keep her against me, delving my tongue inside her, along her folds, back and forth across her clit, and around her entrance before delving back inside again to taste every drop of her sweetness that’s built over the course of my lavish attention.
Zira continues to twist her hand into the bedsheets and thrusts her hips up into my face while her other hand wanders her body, tracing the marks I’ve left like a dot-to-dot.
Her eyes grow so dark that there’s barely any blue left, her chest heaves as she breathes deeply, and she tosses her head back and forth as pleasure sweeps through and consumes her.
I don’t stop, even as she covers her mouth and bites into her finger to muffle her soft noises, as her thighs flex and tense around my head, as her head tips back then forward, then from side to side.
I watch it all, gazing down at her body as I devour her most intimately, and then just as she crests on her orgasm, I throw all my focus on her clit.
Zira comes with a strangled gasp, her entire body jolting upward, and then she trembles violently as if she’s about to break apart.
I hold her through it all, suck softly at her clit, and thrust my tongue deep into her spasming heat until she’s utterly boneless and her skin sparkles with a sheen of sweat.
Watching her come apart from that pales in comparison to the expression her face relaxes into when I slide my cock deep inside her and draw her into my arms. Her brow relaxes and her mouth falls open, as if being filled with my cock relaxes her immensely, and I’m right there to hold her, like this is exactly where I belong.
She drapes her arms around me and tries to kiss me, but in the end, she’s still too boneless from her orgasm and can only nuzzle at my cheek while I thrust slowly inside her.
It’s different from last time. My thrusts are slow and controlled and we move together like waves rocking back and forth.
I caress her thigh and hold her knee against my hip, nuzzle into her neck as each deep thrust pulls at the pleasure aching in my soul, and lose myself in the soft, trembling press of her body underneath me.
Each thrust brings soft gasps and moans from each of us and I lose track of everything.
Time doesn’t exist. The world doesn’t exist.
Only Zira in my arms, her pussy around my cock, and her breathless pants in my ear.
I can’t tell how long we rock together like that.
It’s the slowest and most intimate sex of my life and brings me to an orgasm so intense that when it hits, my body locks up and I can’t breathe.
I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes.
I’m caught with my face buried in her neck and pleasure twisting in my gut, my cock twitching in powerful spasms as I flood her with everything I have until my balls ache, my hips ache, and my next breath after the tension is so exhilarating that for a few seconds, I’m delirious with pleasure.
Zira comes with the same intensity, clutching at me like I’m a lifeline and digging her nails into my shoulders. I ache for more. I want her to imprint on me, to leave a mark I’ll never lose or forget.
Because I love her.
It’s not a sudden revelation but more of a gentle understanding as she kisses my chin and then my lips and then sags into my arms with a sweet noise of contentment.
I love her.
I love how she makes me feel. I love her strength and her laugh. I love how she refuses to be sidelined even when she’s scared. I love how protective she is, and I ache to make sure she never has to give up a piece of herself for anyone ever again.
I love her.
When this is all over, I’ll tell her. No matter the outcome.
“Wow,” Zira whispers, drawing me from my wandering thoughts as I lazily stroke my fingers through her hair.
“Good?” I ask, drawing the blankets over us to save us from the cold of the room.
“That was so intense,” she replies, nuzzling into my chest. “I’ve never… never felt like that before.”
“A good intense?” Suddenly, I need to hear her say it, need to know I did good by her.
“So good,” Zira murmurs. “So fucking good.”
My heart swells, and pride warms my chest as we settle and sleep creeps up without warning. I dream of nothing but warmth and sunlight, slipping through thoughts that are far too quick to track and wake while it’s still dark outside to Zira curled up against me with her head still on my chest.
Is this what bliss feels like?
How did I go my entire life without this? Without someone to sleep beside me and wake up to in my arms?
Then again, no one would have been good enough because they’re not her.
Zira shifts subtly against me and her breathing deepens.
I don’t wake her. I lie there and stare at the ceiling, soaking up her presence.
Yesterday was a hard day. Worrying about Raven and those few minutes I feared someone like Harris had been able to take Valentina out, then having to call those families and give my condolences.
None of it would be worth it without Zira.
Suddenly, sharp buzzing rises up from the floor and alarms me, as well as jerking Zira out of her peaceful sleep. She groans and her head snaps up, one eye squinting.
“Wuzzah?”
I laugh softly. “Hi. A phone, I think.” The buzzing comes again.
Zira groans and yawns. “Mine? Yours?”
Mine’s on the bedside table and dark. “Definitely yours.”
“Ugh.” Zira sits up fully and sighs deeply with another yawn while I gently rub at her lower back, then catch her waist and hold her as she leans over the edge of the bed searching for her discarded jeans. When she finds them, she straightens back up with a grunt.
I feel the snap of tension move through her as muscles tighten against my palm, and just like that, the bliss is over. “What is it?”
“Harris,” Zira mutters, sounding much more awake now. “He wants to meet and I’m to bring the diamonds.”