20. Nate
TWENTY
nate
“I really shouldn’t eat these donuts two days in a row,” Zoe said as she propped herself up in the bed.
After a record-breaking number of orgasms in one night, for both of us, we’d finally fallen asleep. All day, Zoe and I did exactly what we’d planned for this weekend. Sex. Some takeout. Wine for her, beer for me. More sex. A shower.
Waking up to her now was all I’d imagined it would be.
At least, she was just waking up. I was still on a strict regimen—couldn’t seem to break the habit—and had gotten dressed, fetched coffee and more donuts, undressed, and came back to bed, putting Zoe’s coffee on the nightstand beside her.
Doing exactly what I once texted her that I would, I had positioned myself between her legs. A barely awake Zoe was quick enough on the uptake and after another session of lovemaking, she’d gotten up, brushed her teeth, and was now explaining why she didn’t want to eat the donut in her hand.
“First of all, this sugar is going to be all over the bed.”
“Perfect,” I said, taking a bite of my own. “Every time you roll over and a piece of sugar sticks to your body, I can lick it off.”
“You said you don’t even like sugar.”
“I said I don’t eat it a lot. Everyone likes sugar.”
“Mr. Discipline.”
“A discipline I’m exercising right now by not flipping you onto your stomach and having my way with you.”
“You really don’t want me to be able to walk, do you?”
“Should I answer that truthfully?”
Zoe laughed. It was an even more beautiful sound in person than on the phone.
“I already know the answer. Silly me for having asked.”
“Silly you,” I said, finishing the donut and grabbing my coffee.
“Speaking of answering truthfully, though. . .”
“Uh oh. Sounds like a dangerous conversation is coming.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Just something I want to air out between us.”
“Air out. Hmm.”
Zoe put the other half of her donut on the nightstand, faced me, and crossed her legs with the coffee cup between them. Marveling at how cute she looked in the oversized tee she wore to the bathroom, I still wished she was naked. Though Zoe had a good point. Every time our bodies touched it seemed to be game over, and she wanted to talk.
“It’s just that, I thought about asking so many times. But never did. And now I just want to get it out of the way.”
“With that kind of buildup, I can’t wait to hear this.”
Zoe bit her bottom lip.
I groaned, and warned her, “Keep biting that thing, and this conversation is over.”
Laughing, she stopped. Took another sip of coffee.
“Incidentally,” I added, “for the record, this is my favorite look of yours. Why didn’t I ever get selfies like this?”
“With a big shirt, messy bun, and no makeup? Are you kidding?”
“Train like you’re gonna fight.”
Her smile forced the corners of my lips to tug up too.
“You say the funniest things,” she said.
“I didn’t think that was particularly funny. But whatever you say.”
“I’m glad we know who’s in charge.”
I laughed at that one. “Tell yourself that if you want.”
“How about we both be in charge?”
“In here? Nah. I think I’ll take the lead.”
“Fine.” She pretended to acquiesce even though I knew Zoe liked that idea plenty. “Back to my question.”
“Back to your question,” I agreed.
“What is our status?” she blurted out.
“Status?”
“Yes. Status.”
I wasn’t following. “I dunno know what you mean.”
“Seriously?”
I shrugged.
“You really have been off the grid a long time. Relationship status.”
Ah, shit. “For real?”
“Yes, for real.”
“Zoe,” I said, understanding the reason for her obvious nervousness now. “If you think we are anything but boyfriend and girlfriend, then you probably need a religious intervention of some sort.”
She laughed. “You are a nut.”
I couldn’t believe she was asking me this. “I thought our status was just assumed.”
“You did say assumptions could be dangerous.”
“Touché.”
“So, I just wanted to clarify.”
“Clarification accomplished. Unless you want something else for us?”
She quickly dismissed that. “No, no. That’s perfect. I want that.”
“Good. As do I.”
And then didn’t the little minx go and bite her lip.
On purpose.
“Mmmm.” I put my coffee down on the nightstand.
“Uh, oh. Someone was goaded into getting feisty.”
“You don’t know the meaning of feisty,” I said, making my way to her, taking Zoe’s coffee cup and putting it next to my own.
“Feisty. . .” I went back to her, and without preamble, all but tore the T-shirt from Zoe’s body. “Is me tossing you onto this bed.” I did just that. “Spreading your legs with my own.” Did that too. “And going to town on those glorious tits of yours.”
First one, then the second, I gave both the attention they deserved with my tongue, licking and nipping both to attention. Slipping off my boxers, I didn’t let up. “Feisty is fucking you endlessly and pulling out at the last possible second to paint that glorious body of yours.”
“Oh my God, Nate.”
“But first, a little taste, just to be sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
Positioning myself between her legs, I did just that. And like the sexy fucking girl she was, Zoe couldn’t possibly be any more wet for me. Just for good measure, I gave her a few licks while I was there, pressing and swirling my tongue around her clit as she lifted her hips to me, calling my name.
Her hands grasped the back of my head, but I wasn’t staying. Instead, I did exactly as I told Zoe I would, positioning myself above her and guiding my dick into her slick pussy. Now full hilt, I grabbed her hips and went to town.
With every thrust, she called my name louder and louder. When my thumb joined the party, Zoe grasped at everything and anything she could. . . me, the sheets. I wanted to make her frantic with the same need I felt for her.
An overwhelming need that had been built text by text, message by message, over the last weeks. When she thrust her hips almost violently into me, holding herself there, I stilled. Let wave after wave of her pleasure release as she looked at me in awe.
“Oh God,” I said, the expression on her face nearly making me come. But I’d made a promise and planned to keep it. As her throbs ebbed, I pumped into her a few more times and then pulled out, doing exactly as I told her I would. The sight of myself on her stomach, her tits, her pussy. . . was so fucking sexy to me. I blew the biggest load of my fucking life, Zoe’s smile only intensifying it even more.
Just when I was certain this very scenario we’d talked about so many times couldn’t possibly get any hotter, Zoe looked down at herself and said, “How about we do that again? This time, right into my mouth.”
Miraculously, even though Zoe’s lips being wrapped around my dick had been one of the most prominent fantasies I’d had of her, we never got to it yesterday. The very idea was making me hard already.
“Zoe girl, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Good,” she said. “I refuse to be the only one so affected here.”
My girlfriend. My hot, sexy as fuck, silly, anxious, perfect girlfriend.
She wanted me to be as “affected” as her?
Done. And done.
I was so “affected” that the thought of these last twenty-four hours was almost scary. Because usually, what went up must come back down.