Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
TALON
We both fit in the oversized slipper tub that was likely installed in the back bathroom to provide guests of a different sort with a place to relax.
It's not a comfortable place for the things I want to do to my girl, so we settle for the first of many long talks that we'll have over the life I plan for us to have together.
Arizona settles between my knees and lets me wash her hair while I tell her everything I can think of about myself that isn't classified, but when her hair is rinsed clean and she insists the parts of her my fingers are slipping through are already as clean as they're going to get in the bath, I'm quick to suggest we get out so we get them dirty again.
This time, we spend the night in the big bed in the back room of the cabin.
Drying Arizona off starts with a thorough rub-down with one of the thick, soft towels the cabin is stocked with but it quickly turns into me doing everything I can to get her all wet again.
"You're wet." She giggles, her fingers sliding through the water droplets still clinging to my back and tangling through my hair as I kneel between her legs.
"So are you." I groan at the feel of her slickness coating my tongue as I lick through her folds. She's already soaked down here, I could slide into her right now with ease and relieve the ache that's been building in my balls since we got out of the woods.
Up till then, I'd been too damn busy panicking over her safety to think about my dick, but once we got back to HQ, it's been killing me to wait till I could have her alone again.
She's got some minor bruising visible where ropes had her fastened to a damn tree this afternoon. I kiss those now, along with every other inch of her while I inspect the other injuries that were too minor to be concerned about earlier.
"How's this feeling?"
My fingers trace beside the small patch of reddened skin just above the corner of her lips.
"It's not bad...you could kiss it and make it better."
Zona's voice is throaty despite the playfulness and everywhere my fingers brush, her skin is hot and her body rises to meet my touch.
"I'm going to kiss everything and make it better, baby," I promise, dropping back down to prove it.
Zona's thighs fall wide open for me to fit between them and I settle in to feast on her sweet pussy.
As much as I love the sight of her, open and needy for me like this, I need my mouth on her more.
Diving in like this is my last meal, I take the time we didn't have patience for last night to explore her body. She's not just wet for me, she's red and swollen from the blood centered in her core and as soon as I touch her she's bucking against my face and whimpering for more.
I'll never lose my appetite for Arizona's sweet pussy, that's for damn sure.
Using my mouth on her clit, I slip my finger inside her and add a second one when she begs for more.
Then I find that spot inside her and rub against the bundle of nerves I can feel there while adding pressure to her clit against my tongue.
Feeling Zona's body break loose for me feels like victory, one I plan on enjoying for the rest of my life.
"I need to get inside you now, baby," I tell her, my dick pulsing painfully hard in my own grip as I lift myself away from the apex of her thighs. The damn thing is threatening to steal so much blood from my brain that I might pass out.
"Good. I want to feel you again."
Zona's fingers scrabble at my sides, making it clear that despite the orgasm that just ripped through her body, she's feeling as desperate as I am for what comes next.
Arizona
How is it possible to go from a lifetime of feeling completely meh about sex to feeling like it's the only thing I need to survive?
I blame Talon.
The man has me feeling me awake and alive in ways I didn't think were really possible.
And starving for the feel of him, whether it's his soft kisses against my forehead, his calloused hands sliding over my skin, or his thick cock stretching my pussy and filling me up like I was made just to take him.
He slides inside me with a groan, his eyes falling closed and his jaw tight with control as he lowers himself onto-- and into-- me.
Already I want him moving faster and deeper, to feel that delicious sensation building till we're racing for the finish line together, but Talon holds back.
He keeps moving with long, deep thrusts that bring me so close but not close enough until my eyes are watering and I'm pleading for what I need.
"If you're so ready to come then show me how you need it."
His voice is dark, his mouth hovering above mine. Then he drops a kiss and makes a deliberate move that puts me on top.
The first thing I feel is self-conscious; the lights are still on and I'm every bit as naked as I was in the bath. Even the towel has been left on the floor.
"Uh uh." Talon's large hands wrap around my upper thighs, pulling me down before I can make a timid move that would break our contact.
His possessive grip pushes his thick length farther inside me, stealing my breath and any thoughts of trying to get out of this position.
"That's it, ride me, baby. You look fucking amazing on top of my cock."
I hope he's right, because once I get the hang of it, I feel amazing too.
I can set the pace and I can feel Talon reaching deeper into me in a way that that has me giving zero fucks about my rolls on display or the way everything must be bouncing as I find the rhythm that promises to send me over the edge.
"Fuck." Talon's fingers tighten, his hips rising off the bed beneath me to meet me on the down strokes. "Keep it up, Zone, you're almost there."
He's right, I am, but the tension in his muscles has me thinking it's not just me.
I love the empowered feeling of knowing that what I'm doing is getting him off.
It sends heat blooming through me and has me seeking more.
I grind against his pubic bone, and Talon's hand places mine over my clit, showing me how to mimic what he does when it's his own fingers and that's all I can take.
Everything inside me tightens and I feel the squeeze of my body clamping onto Talon inside me right before everything turns to stars in my vision.
"Fuck, Arizona... I can't... fuuuuck..."
I hear Talon panting out syllables and broken sentences, and then he joins me, spilling his release inside me in spurts that I can feel.
"Are you sure?" I ask sometime later from where I'm tucked against Talon's side with his arm wrapped around me. "It's not too fast?"
I'm thinking about the Plan B pill that's still on the counter in the kitchen, wondering if he's changed his mind now that we've burned most of the day's adrenaline away.
"Sure? About us, you mean?"
I nod my head against his chest, enjoying the steady beat of his heart under my ear.
"It doesn't feel too fast to me, baby. I've been waiting a long time to feel this way about someone. I told you, I'm all in. Is it too fast for you?"
I think about it for a minute, I really do, but only for a minute, before I smile.
"I think we're right on schedule," I say softly through my growing drowsiness.