Chapter 3 Remy #3
His hand made its way underneath the fabric of my dress.
His touch was like a flame to my skin as he made his way to my center.
Then he looped his finger in the crotch of my thong.
He traced slow circles around my clit, causing me to moan and throw my head back in pleasure.
He traced slowly at first, then gradually sped up; I whined and arched my back as he teased me.
“Open your eyes, Remy,” He coached, and I did as he said. Slowly, I brought my eyes to meet his.
“You ready to cum for me?” He asked, using his knee to spread my legs wider.
“Y-yeah,” I panted.
His hand moved faster against my clit.
“Ask me for it, baby.” He said through soft kisses.
“Wh-what?” My brows furrowed, half in confusion, half because I was busy chasing the feeling I wanted him to give me.
“Tell me you want me to make you cum, Remy.” He demanded as he switched from rubbing my clit to two fingers inside me, forcing the orgasm out of me.
“I want you to make me cum, Zo,” I whined, and somehow my hand found its way on top of his. Guiding his speed.
“Like this?” He growled against my skin as his fingers did something that made me erupt in less than a millisecond. I moaned loudly as I wet his entire hand and shook against his body.
I fell back against the chair we were sitting on, winded and coming down from an unexplainable high.
Then I adjusted the sleeve of my dress and covered my exposed breast. A little shame crept over me as I realized that we were on the balcony and anyone could have been watching us. Did it last long? Absolutely not.
He slid to the edge of the couch we were on, carried me into the room, and placed me at the foot of his bed.
He watched me with lustful eyes, then he slowly undressed himself.
He stepped out of his shoes and undid his pants.
Til this day, the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor is my favorite thing to hear.
His dick sprang from his boxers, and I raised an eyebrow.
Impressed wasn’t the word. I was surprised.
I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.
His dick was long and thick, had a slight curve, and veins that told me I might be in for a long morning.
Then he took off his shirt and completely undressed, as I stood there watching him.
He stalked toward me and grabbed the bottom material of my dress and brought it over my head so fast that the only thing that I had left on were the thongs I had been wearing.
He kissed me again, his hand resting on my neck, causing me to puddle and groan at how dominant he was underneath his nonchalant exterior. My hand found its way between us as I grabbed his dick and stroked it while we kissed. His other hand roamed my body, palming my butt and slapping it lightly.
He pulled away from me and stared at me.
“What?” I asked. I could tell there was something on his mind.
“I want you, Rem, and not just sexually. You always tell me how you want peace from the Mafia. I want to be your peace. The nigga you think about when you're singing all those damn love songs.” He chuckled, causing me to break the moment and start laughing. The words weighed heavily on my heart. Because I didn’t expect him to say them.
Up until now, our bond had been more understood than spoken.
He was doing all the things that let me know how he felt, but he hadn’t quite said it.
I was the put up or shut up type of woman.
You could talk all day, but what you did meant way more than anything you could tell me.
However, in this moment, I would be lying if I said that hearing him say it and being vulnerable didn’t hit differently.
“Zohan, you already are,” I admitted and stood on my tiptoes and placed a single peck on his lips.
He backed me into the bed, and I sat down and slid to the middle.
He climbed in behind and trailed kisses all over my body.
Zo was quiet, but he was nasty, nasty. He left no part of my body untouched by his mouth.
He nibbled on my ears and my neck, kissed over my chest and belly, and even sucked my toes before making it back up to my center, and he started kissing my pussy through the material of my thongs before he ripped those off.
He was between my legs, eating me like Chef P hadn’t just left. He was taking my body to a place I didn’t even think it could go.
“ZO!” I cried out as he applied more pressure on my clit, and I rocked back and forth against his beard. His moans as I came took me over the edge. I whined as I lazily tried to push his head away from me.
He chuckled as he rose on his knees and looked at me. “You need a break, Rem?” He asked as he slowly stroked his dick. As much as I wanted to say yes, my pride would never let me. There was no way that I was about to admit to him that he had me as undone as he did just from his mouth.
It took all my strength to even shake my head “no” and reposition myself in bed, but I did.
I got on my knees and leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick, tasting the precum that was waiting for me.
Then I ran my tongue from the tip to the base of his dick and took more and more of him into my mouth.
“Shitttt,” He hissed as he slowly started to thrust his hips and slide his dick in and out of my mouth. I tried to relax my throat and take as much of him as I could. He leaned forward and slapped my butt as I pleased him. It turned me up and made me go harder.
“I’m about to nut, baby,” he said after a couple of minutes of me sucking his dick.
I didn’t stop and wait for him. Just went faster, hollowed my jaws, and sucked him harder.
He started to moan, and it made me wetter than I already was.
As if his praising me and telling me how good I was doing wasn’t enough, his moans with that deep ass voice were going to send me over the edge yet again.
“Rem,” He warned as his pace picked up, and so did the speed of my tongue against his shaft.
Once he realized that I wasn’t going to stop, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged on it firmly. “Oh, so you gone swallow this shit for me?” He asked.
“Mmhmm,” I answered as best I could, with my mouth still full of him.
“You so pretty, Rem, suck that dick, Ma.” He said as he thrust faster and his strokes got jerkier.
“FUCK!” He said, as his head fell back, and I could feel the ropes of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it as I continued to suck him through his release. Zo was such a clean eater, and that showed in the way that he tasted.
This time, it was he who fell back onto the bed, winded and drained. He looked at me through low eyes, locs over his face, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Then he stroked his dick back to life in seconds.
Once he was at full attention, he slid between my legs and entered me. I whimpered and scratched his back as he parted me. It had been three long years of celibacy, and I felt like a virgin again.
We both moaned once he had bottomed out and filled me completely. Then he proceeded to fuck me until I could only remember how to say “yes” and his name. He said the nastiest shit to me and turned me every which way but loose for the next hour.
I was placed in so many positions that I could barely keep up. Zo didn't just have a big dick, he knew exactly what to do with it.
He had me on my side, my leg in the crook of his arm, but pushed to my shoulder. He was delivering me long, hard strokes.
“You taking this dick so good for me, Rem. I love that shit, baby.” He groaned as he kissed my shoulder.
“It’s so good,” I admitted
“You so fucking wet, mama. I got that pussy like that?”
“Zo, what are you doing to me?”
“Claiming my pussy. Letting you know where you belong, Remy. That’s what I’m doing to you.” He answered with a cocky tone, as he continued to do just that.
“Shit, Zo.” I said as he rolled me over to my stomach.
It’s funny, but I knew the exact moment when he flipped a switch.
Something in my brain altered while we were in that very position.
I was lying flat on my stomach, he was lying directly on top of me with his chest against my back, giving me the deepest strokes, fist full of my bundles, and telling me in my ear, “Remy, this pussy is so good. This my shit now, baby. Right? Tell me it’s mine; tell me you promise. Cum on your dick, Remy.”
After we came together, we lay on the bed, entangled in each other.
I struggled to regain use of my legs, and I went into the bathroom.
Once I came out, I wanted nothing but to take a nap, but Zo wasn’t having it.
He said he had taken the day off so we could spend it together outside, and that’s what we were going to do.
He gave me an hour to take a “power nap,” and then he took me home to get dressed again.
After we left my place, he had me in the streets of New York, dragging me to place after place.
He took me shopping, and then we went to see this musical at the Broadway Theatre.
I had been telling him that I wanted to go see it before it left, and he surprised me with tickets.
I thought it was so cute that he was willing to sit through it with me.
That night ended with drinks, dinner, and me being slutted out on a yacht.
It was the perfect end to a perfect day, and the beginning of us being inseparable.
From that night, if we weren’t together, then he was away on business.
Zo was being intentional, and he wasn’t just showing me either.
Since the first time he said it out loud, he kept telling me, leaving no room for me to misinterpret where he wanted to take our relationship.
It was the first time in a long time that I felt genuine safety.
And not because I was dating someone who I knew could defend himself and me.
It was more than just physical. It was emotional security, and I loved it.