Page 63 of Keeping Zita

He heard her question as if through a long tunnel. She had no idea how close to the edge he was already.

“Not very fucking long. Please, Zita. Please,” he begged, desperately wanting to be inside her. Precome was leaking from the tip of his cock and making it easy for her to stroke him. Every slide of her hand was heaven.

To his immense relief, she went up on her knees and guided his cock to her folds. She bit her lip as she concentrated on the sensation of the head of his dick disappearing inside her body.

They both moaned at the sensation.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, knowing he’d never feel anything as amazing as this ever again. It was a dramatic thought, as some people would say one pussy was the same as the next. But they were wrong.

He couldn’t explain how or why, but Zita’s sheath felt as if it was made for him.

Then something occurred to him, and his eyes flew open. “Fuck—Zita, wait!”

She froze, not even half of his cock inside her, and stared down at him with a worried look on her face. “Am I hurting you?”

“Hell no! I just…birth control. I’m not wearing a condom.”

“I’ve got an implant. Are you…is there a reason you need to wear one, other than to keep me from getting pregnant? Because I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.”

It took a few precious seconds for her words to penetrate his brain. And when they did, Obi-Wan lost the control he’d been holding on to by the thinnest of margins. He forgot what he’d said about her being in charge. About not wanting to hurt her. About anything but being inside this woman as far as he could get. Being one with her.

He reached for her hips and pulled her down on him hard and fast, at the same time he thrust upward.

She let out a little shout as he penetrated her so deeply, their pubic hair meshed together. A strangled moan left his own lips as the perfection of the moment sank in.

“Holy crap,” Zita whispered.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Obi-Wan asked, fear making his voice tremble.

“No, I was just surprised, that’s all. You feel amazing. You’re so deep!”

“And for the record, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. And I get tested by the Army all the time. If you’re protected, we’re good.”

“We’re definitely good,” she said.

“Move, Zita. Please.” All he could think about was the feeling of her pussy around his dick. How hot she was. How tight.

She gave him a sexy little smile, then tentatively lifted off his cock before sinking back down.

“Yes, more.”

She did it again. Then again. Her pace was starting slow but minutes later, she was slamming herself down on him over and over, both of them crying out, their breaths ragged as she rode him fast and furious.

Without warning, Obi-Wan felt himself explode. He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t do anything but watch Zita’s tits bounce as his cock jerked once, twice, three times, while she concentrated on her own pleasure.

He’d never come inside a woman before—and it was glorious. His come made her even more slippery, sopping, and the resulting sounds were sexy as hell. He held her hips tightly but let her go at whatever speed and depth she needed to get herself off. But after just another few minutes or so, he could tell she was tiring and getting frustrated.

Obi-Wan took over. Now that his own pleasure had waned—although he was still half hard—he could concentrate on her. He pulled her down onto his cock and held her there as his fingers went to her clit. Her legs were spread wide over his lap, and he had easy access to that little nubbin.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, as he forcefully stroked right where she needed it most.

“Sage!” she exclaimed.

Obi-Wan could feel her inner muscles flexing around his cock as she sat stock still on top of him. He kept up the pressure and before long, he could feel her body begin to shake.

“That’s it. Let go, sweetheart. Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”

And just like that, she came. The feel of her body taking its pleasure, the tight squeeze all around his cock, made Obi-Wan a little dizzy.