Page 48 of About That One Night
I slowly come to find myself face-to-face with Zoe, her hair tousled and spread across the pillow. She looks serene, a picture of early morning bliss, and I can’t help but smile.
My heart beats a little faster. This is new territory, and the last time I felt this kind of attraction was with Angelina. But Zoe . . . She’s different. Everything about her feels like a fresh breath of air, exciting and terrifying all at once.
I stretch carefully, not wanting to wake her just yet. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. How did I get here? With Angelina, waking up together was a routine, a comforting habit. With Zoe, every moment feels electrifyingly new and dangerously unpredictable.
Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a sleepy smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice soft and warm.
“Morning,” I reply, brushing a strand of hairfrom her face. The simplicity of the moment, her warmth against me, it’s intoxicating.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, soulful kiss. Our mouths move together in perfect harmony, and it’s as if time stands still. The world around us fades away, leaving only the sensation of her lips against mine, soft and inviting.
Her hands slide up to my shoulders, fingers curling into them as if she’s holding on for dear life. Each touch, each caress, sends a wave of warmth through me, igniting a fire that sometimes I feel has nothing to do with physical desire and everything to do with the connection between us. And that’s scary, but something I can fix by keeping my distance from her after the wedding. I probably have to forgo the remainder of the vacation.
Yep, that’s the only solution. Go through the ceremony and get a plane out of paradise and the best sex I’ve had in a long time.
“I think someone wants more,” she whispers, her finger tracing my already hard dick.
“Maybe, but we don’t have any condoms.”
She licks her lips. “Oh, but there are so many other ways.”
“Are there now?” I ask, trying not to come just by looking at those pouty lips promising to suck me dry.
“There are, and I’m pretty sure you know a thing or two,” she says with a sultry voice. “What do you want, Max? Say it.”
“I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock,” I growl, my voice firm and commanding. “Get over here and suck me like the dirty girl you are.”
Without hesitation, Zoe shifts her position on the bed. She moves gracefully, her body responding instinctively to my command. She slides over to me, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of anticipation and lust. She positions herself between my legs, her lips parting as she leans in.
Her back is straight, her shoulders slightly squared as she looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. The movement is fluid yet deliberate. She positions herself perfectly, her knees sinking slightly into the soft mattress, her posture poised and ready.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my hand gently caressing her cheek before trailing down to my cock. “You know what to do.”
Her eyes never leave mine as she leans in, her lips parting to take me into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth envelop me, and I groan in pleasure.
She hums around me, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I thrust gently into her mouth, guiding her movements with my hand. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and I can’t help but let out a low, primal groan.
“Look at you, taking me so deep,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “You love having my cock in your mouth, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”
She nods slightly, her eyes filled with lust and submission. Her hands come up to stroke the base of my shaft, adding to the overwhelming sensations.
“Fuck, Zoe, I need you. Suck me, baby. Make me come,” I urge, my voice thick with desire.
Her grip tightens, and she starts to stroke me faster. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. She takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“Such a dirty girl,” I murmur, watching her as she toys with me. “You love this, don’t you? Love the taste of my cock?”
She moans around me, the vibrations driving me wild. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust and playfulness. “You taste so good, Max,” she purrs, taking me deeper.
Her hands grip my thighs for support as she works me over with her tongue and lips. I can’t help but thrust my hips slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth. “Just like that,” I encourage her, my voice rough with desire. “Don’t stop, baby.”
She hums in response, her mouth and hands moving in perfect harmony to bring me to the edge. The sensation is overwhelming, her teasing and flirting making me lose control. She pulls back, her tongue darting out to lick my balls, swirling around them, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I groan, my head falling back in pleasure. “You’re driving me insane.”
She moves lower, her tongue tracing a path further down, teasing my perineum before daring to lick my asshole. The unexpected pleasure makes me shudder, my grip tightening in her hair.
“God, you’re such a dirty girl,” I growl, my voice rough. “I love it. Keep going.”
