Page 62 of Something Cheeky

“I was wrong,” he said after she fell onto his chest. “You’re a goddess when you come.”

“Then worship me,” she murmured into his chest before sitting up. “I’m not done with you.”

His erection was still pressing against her. She reached down and guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back as she shifted her body so he could slide deep into her.

“Zoe,” he breathed. “You feel incredible.”

“Ready?” She didn’t wait for his response. She grabbed the arms of the chair for leverage and lifted herself up before sliding deliciously down his hardness.

“Fuck,” he cried out.

Pleased with herself, she repeated the movement, except she came down faster and harder.

“I’m not going to last long if you do that,” he said through gritted teeth. His cock twitched inside her to reiterate his words.

“Good.” She pulled him in for a deep kiss as she lifted her hips until he was barely inside her before slamming herself down and grinding her clit against his hips as his cock was seated deep inside her. He grunted into her mouth as their tongues danced.

Heat bloomed across her body even more quickly this time. She’d already warmed up with her earlier orgasm. It wouldn’t take long for her to come again, but she wanted to watch pleasure overtake him first.

Zoe raked her nails over his chest, which caused Derek to buck deeper into her. Each movement, each thrust, brought them closer and closer together. They were breathing the same air as pleasure raked through their bodies. She and Derek had been through so much together.

This was the natural next step. Her thoughts faded as her body took her as he met her with his own thrusts. Everything around her blurred while she focused on Derek and their bodies moving in rhythm.

His fingers dug into her hips as he took over and their rhythm increased. Her skin became taut as her pleasure rose higher and higher.

“I’m gonna...” he panted.

“Yes, Derek,” she rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. “Come for me.”

He moaned and sucked the pad of her thumb before increasing the pace. All she could do was hold on to the chair and cling to him as he heeded his body’s needs.

He tensed as his orgasm began to envelop him. Zoe needed him closer, if that was even possible in this chair. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him in to seal her lips over his as he cried out in pleasure. As he came, she closed her eyes and took over, riding him until she exploded into a million pieces.

Chapter 28

“Why is the guy always the big spoon?” asked Derek as he readjusted the arm that was going numb from their position. Feeling slightly uncomfortable was worth holding naked Zoe in his arms. Well, one arm.

“In heterosexual relationships, maybe. But I’m the big spoon when Mr. Bobbins snuggles with me. Though he usually prefers to sleep on my stomach.” She pulled his arm tighter across her abdomen.

“My nemesis doesn’t count.” He scrunched up his face. His Chucks were still damp thanks to the cat’s “present.”

The orange fluff ball had ruined his plan, but everything had worked out, albeit on a slightly different timeline. He hadn’t predicted that Zoe would make the first move, which made the end result even better: waking up in his bed together after toe curling sex from the previous night.

“Stop. He’ll forgive you eventually.” She lightly swatted at his hand in a catlike manner.

“Does that mean I’m allowed back into your apartment?” He kissed her neck and was rewarded with a purr.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a fluffy little cat,” she teased. Derek could sense her smirk.

“What if I accidentally kill him? You’ll never talk to me again no matter how great the sex is.”

“You two will have to work things out if we’re going to do this.” She placed her hand on his and intertwined their fingers.

“And what doesthismean to you?” His entire body tensed, worried that she might change her mind. Looking for reassurance, he squeezed her fingers.

Zoe rolled over so they were no longer spooning but were now face-to-face. He closed his eyes as she pushed his hair away from his forehead and readjusted his glasses. She caressed his jaw and kissed him deeply, reassuring him that she cared for him and everything that she’d told him last night was still true. Whatever tension he’d held earlier dissipated.

He wished he could wake up to her kisses every morning.

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