44. Zeb
ZEB
Ember was so brave getting inked for the first time. I know she was in pain, but she soldiered through. She’s strong in so many ways.
The whole time Frank and Griffin were working on her, I was thinking about all the ways I plan to soothe her pain tonight, while I numb mine in the process.
I add a spoonful of honey to a mug of chamomile tea, something I turned her on to since she’s been living here, and cut slices of cinnamon toast in half.
In the bedroom, I find Ember scrubbed free of makeup, wearing pajamas, her hair piled on top of her head. She’s gorgeous.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she says, when I give her the food I prepared. She offers me a piece of the toast, but I wave it away.
“Something bothering you?” she asks after she finishes one of the triangles.
I arch a brow, surprised by her question. Here, alone with her, the door closed to the outside world, I’m feeling the best I’ve felt all day.
When I shake my head, she says, “You’re quieter than usual.”
I don’t have an answer for that, so I just shrug and gently massage the calf of her tattooed leg as she sits on the bed and eats the snack.
When she finishes, I take the plate and set it on the dresser, then prop her up against a stack of pillows at the headboard. “Is your thigh sore?”
“A little.”
I stroke my thumbs up the insides of each of her legs before spreading them a few inches apart. “I’ll make you feel better.”
Her eyes flash as she bites her bottom lip. The grin she gives me hits like a shot of whiskey.
My mouth weaves a path upward from her ankles, alternating back and forth between her legs, sometimes tickling her with my tongue, sometimes nipping with my teeth.
I pull her shorts and panties down, mindful not to disturb her bandage. Her pussy glistens with desire, inviting me to dive in. She squeals when I take my first taste, plunging my tongue deep, fluttering it against her inner walls.
If she only knew how often I thought about her pussy.
We’ve shared some wild nights together—nights I’ll never forget—but tonight I need to take it easy so she can heal. But taking it easy doesn’t mean I’m not going to make her come until she can’t think straight.
Ember is my drug, and I’m about to overdose.
“Zeb, my god.” She’s wide eyed as I zero in on her clit, doing all the moves I’ve learned she loves, keeping up the rapid pace that drives her wild. I flick over that little nub until her hips arch up off the bed, pressing her beautiful pussy into my face, where I lick and suck and inhale all her sweetness.
She cries out over and over as I keep her coming. She throbs, drenching me with her release, and I lap up every bit.
This woman is everything.
There’s so much noise in my head all day. Things I don’t want to talk about, and don’t even fully understand. Ember makes me feel so much, and I don’t know what to do with all of it, except channel it back into her.
I want to lose myself in her, because that’s what feels right.
I roll on a condom, slide her down the mattress, and crawl on top of her, careful not to put weight on the wrong spot.
The heat of her envelops me even before the head of my cock presses inside. I pause to savor the moment, but she’s not having it.
“Fuck me, Zeb. Please fuck me.”
Her words are like a full moon to a werewolf. I grab her hip to hold her steady and drive into her in one long thrust.
Peace blankets my mind. Everything is simplified down to me and this woman and the way our bodies connect.
I pull back and pump in again, harder, deeper. More and more.
Ember groans, her head tipping back, her hands grasping at my back like she’s drowning.
“Oh god, Zeb. So good. So good.”
Over and over, I bring us together. I take her over the top and keep her elevated there, like the goddess she is. My body worships hers until everything inside me empties out. I give her everything I have, until I’m wrung dry and made new again.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her, lie down beside her, and bring her into my arms. Her heart is pounding, and her skin is damp with sweat.
I brush back hair from her forehead, press my lips there, and stay that way until long after we both recover.
When she stirs, I give her a kiss, then follow her into the bathroom, where we both wash up. I take care of her tattoo, then carry her back to the bed.
I settle onto my back, and she tucks herself against my side. I feel the ghost of her there on the nights I sleep alone, but tonight, I only feel the warmth.