21. Chapter 18 #3
“You’re… my Zoe. The thought that he could touch you, kiss you, worship this body—” I whisper, and a moan escapes me afterward.
It rises inside me at the very thought of that motherfucker.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me. And it’s pissing me off.
I can’t stand the thought… Tell me you’re mine, Raven. ”
The words she speaks are comparable to the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings as she presses her lips against mine. I not only hear these words—I feel them too. “I’m yours, Eli. Yours…”
It’s impossible for me to think logically about what this means for us.
My breath is free now.
I grab her thighs and lift her into the air. Before I know it, we’re already in the bedroom, and I lay her down on the bed while I stand upright. She's impossible to take my eyes off.
A tingling sensation in my lower abdomen accompanies the gaze I run over her body.
“You’re so sexy, Raven. So beautiful. And so mine.”
“And to think that just one day ago you had me gagged, with a gun to my temple,” she jokes.
“That doesn’t mean there isn’t some truth to it. I have eyes. Let’s just say it was foreplay.”
“If that was foreplay, I dread to think what comes next,” she says, but she’s smiling.
I, too, can’t stop my lips from wandering upward. “Wait and see.”
Zoe grabs her T-shirt and, with a deft movement, pulls it over her head. Her bra, socks, and sweatpants land on the floor. It doesn’t escape my notice that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Ready to see for myself,” she says, lying there. Naked and ready. My delicious dessert.
I grab Zoe’s left foot and start kissing it the same way I was kissing her lips a moment ago. Without taking my eyes off her, I run my tongue along the arch and watch her chest rise faster.
She likes it.
Gently, my lips travel up her ankle, her calf, her knee. Every breath she takes, every impatient gasp, every movement of her hips, I commit to memory. It’s amazing.
Much to her displeasure, I shift my attention to her other leg and begin a slow journey upward.
“What’s wrong, my sweet Raven? Impatient much?”
I tease her, though her burning gaze says she doesn’t like it at all. That’s a lie. She loves every damn minute of it.
“Could you move your lips a little higher?” she gasps between rapid breaths.
“Here?” I point to her knee.
“Higher.”
“Maybe here?” My finger traces circles on her thighs.
“A little higher.”
My whole hand rests on her pubic mound. I can’t suppress a smug grin. “You mean this spot?”
“Can you lean toward me a little?”
I rise and lean toward her, certain she wants to tell me something, only her hand grabs me by the neck and pulls me down toward her body. My face lands right where she wanted it so badly. Right between her wonderful thighs.
I’ve created a monster.
With superhuman strength, I hold back the laughter shaking my body.
“Now put that sharp tongue to work and don’t stop until I scream your name,” she commands.
I’m done for.
I do exactly what she expects of me. I suck on her clit and she arches her body. But there’s no way she’s going to snatch it from my mouth now that my lips have tasted the dessert. I place my hand on her lower abdomen and press lightly to steady her.
I feel it pulsing in my mouth, same as my cock in my boxers. My fingers find her slit and slip inside her.
Fuck.
It’s so warm, tight, soft, and wet. And on top of all that, it tastes like fucking nectar. How is it even possible that she got me hooked on her when I was the one setting the boundaries?
I don’t stop kissing her down there until she’s moaning so loudly that the neighbors will have no doubt what’s going on here. I’m fucking her with my fingers, but it’s only when I curl them and find that most sensitive spot in her pussy that she moans my name.
It’s still just a moan, not a scream, so I keep working.
Zoe writhes beneath me. Her skin is slick with sweat and, between her thighs, with juices too. She’s so wet.
Just like my face, from my nose down to my chin. And that pleasure hits me right in the groin.
Jesus Christ.
I rub the little button in her pussy two more times, and Zoe screams my name with all her might.
She rolls her eyes upward, then tilts her head back, and a single, long moan escapes her throat.
The legs wrapped around my head shake, but I don’t stop caressing her until Zoe’s body collapses limply onto the mattress.
I prop myself up on my arms and, lifting myself slightly, begin kissing my way up her body. Pubic mound, navel, stomach, ribs, breasts… Her chest is still heaving rapidly. I lie down next to her, rest my head on my hand, and watch. I love looking at her.
After a few minutes, her eyes open. She looks at me from beneath a fan of lashes with a gaze like she were seeing me for the first time in her life.
Then the beast attacks a second time.
Zoe pushes me so hard that I land on my back. Before I can do anything—or even speak—she jumps on top of me. Her hot thighs wrap around my waist, and I can feel it even through the layers of my clothes. She rests her hands on my shoulders.
“If you think I’m done with you, you’re wrong.”
I smile widely as her lips press against mine.