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He pulls down the garment slowly, and feeling his fingers on my hot skin makes me shiver in pleasure.
I’m naked now, but he doesn’t spread my legs, just my lower lips. He sucks my most sensitive spot, and I have to lean back to keep myself from falling.
“You told me you were mine,” I moan, desperate. My plan to seduce him is going downhill.
“Yeah, I am, but I never promised to sit still.” He drapes one of my thighs over his shoulder and tastes me with his mouth open, devouring me hungrily.
Before long, trembling, I melt into his lips.
He carries me to the bed and gets in with me.
“You play dirty, Lykaios.”
“I can’t resist, Zoe. You’re delicious,” he says, running his tongue over his lower lip.
He’s lying on his back, and I’m straddling his thighs, but our sexes aren’t touching yet.
I close my eyes, the force of my love for him making tears well up.
“Look at me,” he commands as he holds my hips, fitting us together.
He invades me slowly, as if tasting, and I moan loudly.
When he has me completely, he doesn’t move; he just feels me, open to him—soul, body, and heart.
One hand caresses my rigid nipple while the other rests on my belly.
“Ride me,” he commands.
He holds me by my butt cheeks, lifting me up. I release my body, taking him slowly.
The adjustment between us is difficult. My tight sex is stretched to accommodate every inch of him, making us moan as it travels inch by inch inside my walls.
“I love you,” he repeats each time I descend onto his thick hardness.
My hands rest on his shoulders. I’m crazy with pleasure, but I’m also flooded with a love so intense it robs me ofthe ability to speak.
Perhaps sensing this, he takes control, taking us on a ride that is also an unbreakable connection. He takes a deep hold on me; all I can think about is how perfectly we are together.
“More,” I beg.
He touches my clit and sits up on the bed, sucking on my nipples, his strokes speeding up wildly.
“You’re so hot,” he says, and when he shifts his hips, getting the perfect angle, I scream out his name and come.
I grind on him, determined to drag him along with me, and I feel victorious when I see his tense face as a warning that his own release is close.
“I’m going to come.”
“Give me everything. Fill me up.”
“Zoe . . .” he howls.
Our bodies create their own cadence, ceaselessly seeking each other in constant strokes for several minutes.
He thickens inside my body, and when the first spurts of his orgasm fill me, I feel complete.
He lies down, pulling me off himself and positioning me on my back. Minutes pass, and I can still feel the beating of his heart—our hearts—racing.
