Chapter Fourteen
Marlowe
Volcanic heat explodes from my pores as he opens his mouth on me. The searing contact of his tongue flat against my clit and dripping wet labia sends me into an erotic orbit.
He drags his tongue up and down, over and over again, but each time he presses a little deeper until he dips into the valley of wetness at the shallow entrance of my pussy.
"Your taste," he says softly, more to himself than to me. "Fuck," he rasps before engulfing the whole of the most intimate parts of me into his mouth and sucks. I can't take it anymore.
An unbridled orgasm surges from me like a torrential storm.
I have nowhere to hide, no place to escape, and I upend myself right into his mouth, a mixture of wildness and embarrassment as he cushions my climax in his mouth, swallowing every drop of my wetness.
But my stream is endless, and even while my clit spasms from one release, my body prepares for the next one.
But now he licks his pre-cum off my mound, then twirls his tongue around my pussy, pushing the tip inside me, scooping up the copious essence I'm brimming with, only to leak it all over me again before he sucks it up. As if he's made a cocktail of our tastes. Dear god.
"But when you taste like mine," he says, his voice vibrating against my clit.
"Fucking hell. Mine," he says with such a definitive claim, a thousand butterflies quake through me, my heart lights up and shines through my whole body, and when I come again, coated with his essence, I see an endless array of stars.
"Please," I beg. "Please. Now. I need to feel you inside me now."
"I want to know how far you can take me, Marlowe, how much of me you can take," he rasps, sliding two of his fingers inside me.
My body immediately clamps down on him, clutching onto his fingers, not letting him move as I lie there absolutely still, the stretch too much for me even though he hardly breached the deepest part of me.
"Jesus," Zephyr says, slowly extracting his fingers from me before he towers over me again.
"Marlowe, sweetheart, is this your first time?" The strain in his voice seeps into me. My cheeks turn hot with embarrassment.
"Not entirely," I whisper.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I had a boyfriend in college, and we were doing it or almost doing it.
.. I mean, he had a little bit inside me, but then my phone beeped, and I don't know why, but I grabbed it, and it was a text from this one girl telling me not to do it because my supposed boyfriend was sleeping with half of the girls in my classes.
I pushed him off me, and that was it. So. .."
"What's his name, Marlowe?"
"Sylvester Carlisle. Why?"
"I want to thank him for not taking what's mine. Ah, fuck. But right now, I need to get Shelley to open the pharmacy so I can get some protection," he says, then starts to draw away from me.
"No, no, no. Don't go. I'm on the pill, and I'm clean, I promise, and if you say you're clean, I trust you."
"You can trust me, Marlowe."
"I already knew that," I say and reach up to kiss him.
"Just hold onto me, okay? And breathe."
"Okay," I say softly, already with my arms wrapped around his neck, clinging hard to him.
Zephyr guides his cock to my pussy. He uses the head of his shaft to glide up and down my folds, pressing against my clit, then slipping between my labia. Each time he pushes a little deeper, driving me mad because he is taking too long, and I am too wet and too empty.
"Please, Zephyr. Please put your cock inside me," I say, my words pure and true. This is all I want.
"Jesus."
He presses down on me. I gasp, arching my back. But then he pushes a little deeper, and deeper, and deeper. The stretching of my pussy is so incredible I'm shocked my body can do this while also experiencing a level of unprecedented sheer, sweet, delicious torment.
I'm forced to sink my teeth into his shoulder as he captures all of me with his cock. He slowly slides in and out of me. The friction causes sparks to erupt from deep inside me.
I can hear how wet I am with each thrust he makes. Soon the sensation becomes addictive. I want more. Faster.
Out of desperation, I squeeze my walls around him. Zephyr's entire body jerks. He growls deep in his throat as he clutches my jaw and tells me to do that again.
I do, and he kisses me with such fierce, wild possession; a climax hurtles through me, pouring out of me with the force of a tidal wave, drowning me in a sea of eroticism. Nothing matters but feeling Zephyr empty himself inside me.
I hug his cock to my walls, moving my body on instinct alone. He flips us over, so I'm straddling him, then takes my nipple into his mouth. I rub my clit against any part of him I can, and then I come again, all over the tip of Zephyr's cock thrust into the deepest part of me.
He wraps his hand around my nape, stares into my eyes, says my name, and without severing contact, he comes inside me, filling me up until his cum leaks out of me.
But then he flips us back to the way we were, me on my back, and he gathers every drop of his cum with the head of his cock and puts it back inside me.
He doesn't let me go, not immediately. He releases me carefully, then scoops me up into his arms. As he kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, he cups my pussy, and the warmth I feel is so soothing I fall asleep.
Sometime during the night, we get up, and he bathes us, feeds us, and lets me explore the full length of his cock with my mouth. His taste is addictive.
Zephyr Smith is addictive.