Page 76 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and when she lowered back down onto her heels, I almost told her that I lovedher, but something stopped me. I was scared that if I did, she’d leave. It would be too much for her to process.

Even though it was true, I did love her, and I was pretty sure she loved me; tonight was not the night to tell her.

She smiled as she moved her hand from beneath mine. Her fingertips brushed along my abs before she began to undo the button on my jeans. I reached out and unbuckled hers. We both kicked off our shoes and worked together. Within thirty seconds, we were naked.

Before we got in the shower, I made sure the water was at the right temperature. After stepping inside, I grabbed the soap and started to lather up, but Zoe took it out of my hands. Her eyes were locked with mine as she rubbed it between her palms, creating a generous foam. Once she was satisfied with the lather, she set the bar of soap down and began to run her hands all over my body. She moved from my chest to my abs, along my arms and back before heading south to the front and back of my thighs, my calves, my feet, and back up to my ass, and finally, my cock and balls. She took her time washing that area. It grew under her generous attention, swelling and growing rock hard, before she reached up, removed the showerhead from its cradle, and then sprayed down my entire body. She was thorough, making sure to rinse off all the residue of soap from my body before putting the showerhead back in its hold.

I watched as she circled back in front of me and lowered down to her knees. Her hand reached out, and her fingers wrapped around my erection, jutting proudly from my body. I’d fantasized, so many times, about seeing her like this, kneeling in front of me, but nothing had come close to reality. Her hair was damp as I moved it off of her face so I could see her lips press against my engorged head, brushing across the tip of my cock as she squeezed her grip at my base. She began to lick up and down my erection while her fingers continued to clutch my girth.

Her eyes were locked with mine as her lips sealed over my tip, and she sucked me into the warmth of her greedy mouth. Her hand stroked my shaft, following right behind her lips. Every time she reached my mushroom crown, her tongue swirled around it before she sucked me back into her hot, wet mouth. She took me so deep I could feel the back of her throat against my tip.

One hand threaded in her hair while the other flattened against the tile wall. I had to lock my knees to keep standing upright as pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. I felt myself swelling so large that she was choking on me. I knew that if she continued, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming. I gripped her shoulders and pulled her up. Her lips were swollen from her efforts, and I kissed her with every ounce of pent-up emotion I had.

I may not be able to tell Zoe that I loved her, but I could show her. I could make her feel my love. That’s exactly what I planned to do.

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ZOE

As much asI loved the dominant energy that Miles had when we were intimate, tonight, I needed to be the one in control. Something inside of me had a burning desire to be the one calling the shots. I wanted to be in the driver’s seat, not just along for the ride, no matter how amazing the ride was.

I broke our kiss and lifted my hands to his chest, pushing away from him as I stepped back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with genuine concern in his eyes.

“I want you in bed.”

His eyes darkened as I turned the water off before stepping out of the shower. Miles followed behind me. He grabbed a towel and wiped me off before drying himself. The next thing I knew, he picked me up and carried me into his room. Once we reached the bed, he lowered me onto it, and he moved above me. His mouth claimed mine once again.

As easy as it would be to give into his control and let him take the lead, something inside of me wouldn’t let me surrender. I wrapped my legs around his and placed my hands between our bodies on his chest and pushed up. He rose onto his forearms, looking down at me. When he did, I shifted my hips,maneuvering his body in an attempt to reverse our positions so I was above him. A slow smile spread on his face as he allowed me to flip him on his back, so I was straddling him. He stared up at me with amusement as I moved my hands between our bodies and curled my fingers around his thick member. I began to rub him up and down.

His hands moved to my thighs, and he let out a low groan that told me he liked what I was doing. The response emboldened me to keep going, to keep taking the pleasure I so desperately wanted from him.

I pressed his engorged head against my opening before sliding it up to my swollen, sensitive clit. His fingertips dug into my thighs as I began to move my pussy up and down his shaft, my feminine lips sliding against his taut velvety skin.

“Fuck, that is so hot,” Miles gritted out.

With each pass, the swirl of tension low in my belly increased until my body began to ache to be filled. I lifted up and lined his tip up with my slit, then leaned forward, resting one hand on his chest as I slowly lowered down. The pressure of his mushroom head as it broke the barrier of my entrance sent a shock of tingles through me. I stilled as my body pulsed around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed through a clenched jaw as his hands gripped me even tighter. “You are so tight.”

I knew that tomorrow there would be bruises where his fingers were grasping me. Just the thought of visible evidence of our night together caused my inner walls to pulse once again. The contracting muscles acted as a suction pulling his cock further inside of me, and I gasped.

As much as I wanted to draw this out as long as possible, there was another part of me, a desperate, greedy part that wanted to take all of him in one forceful thrust.

His left hand moved to my face. He cupped my cheek as his pointer and middle finger slid into my mouth. I sucked themdown to their knuckles before he drew them out and spread my saliva, tracing his touch around my areola. He began to pinch my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. As he did, pleasure built in my core, and I sank down onto him. He continued tweaking my pebbled nub, and my hips began to move up and down in a steady rhythm.

As I braced myself on his chest, his right hand moved to my hip, and he started guiding me. His other hand continued pressing his finger into my mouth to wet his digit before alternating his touch on my breasts, making them slick so he could easily tease them.

The faster I moved, the greater the tension built. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the feeling that was just out of reach, hoping to grasp it. My nails dug into the muscular planes of his chest as the sounds of our labored breathing surrounded us.

“That’s it, come for me,” he rasped as he squeezed my beaded knots of flesh even tighter, sending a sharp sting straight to my core.

I cried out at the surge of arousal. My body was so close, but it was also tired. I could feel my thighs and arms shaking from exhaustion. I opened my eyes and looked down into his. As much as I’d wanted to be the one in control, I also knew my body’s limits.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, he lifted me off him. I was being flipped on my side, and Miles was behind me. He tugged me close to him, spooning me. One of his arms was beneath me, wrapped around my waist, while the other ran along my thigh. He lifted my leg up and inserted his thigh between them. Once my thigh rested on his, I felt his fingers glide along the seam of my sex.

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