Page 35 of Big Balls
She strides up to me, her eyes ablaze. “You better not be playing games with me, Alexander.” Then she grabs me by the shirt and presses her mouth to mine.
Her lips are searching and insistent, and for just a moment I allow myself to think that maybe she’s been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her.
But unlike before, this time my tongue slides over the seam of her lips, and when she opens to me, I taste her fully. Then she slides her tongue against mine in a languid stroke, and I can’t stop myself from running my fingers along the side of her neck then up and into the back of her hair.
At the pressure of my grip on her hair, Zoe releases a low moan into my mouth. I am about to combust due to the chemistry between us, and we’ve done nothing more than kiss.
Zoe presses her body against mine, all of her soft places at once. Then she makes another moan, and this time I break our kiss by using my grip on her hair. Nothing too rough, just enough so that she knows who’s in charge.
She gasps out my name and her eyes meet mine, her pupils wide and dark with desire. “Is this okay?” she asks, then dives in to kiss me yet again.
I grip her jaw and separate our hungry mouths. “I’ve been dying to kiss you like this,” I murmur against the skin of her neck. Goosebumps break out under the heat from my breath. She shivers.
“Are you cold?” I ask. “I can let you get comfortable and bring you your things. Or I’ve got a robe you can borrow.”
At the mental image of Zoe, naked but for my robe, I can feel myself harden painfully. I shift my body and her eyes dip to my waist, then slowly make their way back up my body.
Zoe licks her lips, and I pray for her to invite me inside her room and let me keep kissing her.
She reaches for me and wraps both of her hands around my upper arm, then pulls me inside. “Don’t pretend to be stupid with me,” she murmurs then slides the door shut behind me. We are so close that I can feel the shift in the air between us when she breathes.
“Zoe,” I murmur and lean toward her. This time, I move until she’s pressed against the door. “I’d like to take your shirt off. Is that something you want?” I lean forward and press a gentle kiss right at her temple. Then my lips travel down to her earlobe, and I begin to lick and suck at her skin.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasps out, then reaches between us and pulls off her shirt. The reveal of her bare skin renders me momentarily speechless.
I grasp her wrists in one of my hands and raise them above her head. “If you really wanted me to take your clothes off then you should have let me.” I let my teeth graze her neck just below her ear. “You need to stop touching what is mine.”
She shivers at the predatory intent in my words, and her response just makes me more determined to possess her completely.
“Do you know how much effort it’s taking me not to bite and lick you all over your body, to put my mouth on your skin and mark you so that everyone can see that you’re mine?” I take my free hand and run my index finger down the curve of her breast, just missing her pebbled nipple.
Zoe is breathing heavily at my touch, at the feeling of being under my control. Then her eyes flash open and meet mine. “Do it then.”
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but I feel it along every square inch of my skin. “If you want everyone else to know who I belong to, then what are you waiting for?”
When I slide my fingers back up the curve of her breast, this time I make sure to stroke her nipple. She quivers under my touch, her breathing heavier than before.
“I’m only waiting for your permission, Zoe. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want me to do to you.”
She licks her lips. “I want you to kiss me,” she says quietly.
And I do, caressing her mouth with mine, pressing my body into hers in rhythm with what I’m imagining. I let go of her hands and slide my hand down her arm, up to her shoulder, and then along her back.
“Like this?” I ask, then sink back into her kiss, her body moving against mine.
She pulls back from me to catch her breath, then shakes her head. I pause, watching her carefully. “Like this, but with less clothing on.”
I smile and reach for the button of her jeans, but she’s already pulling them down her legs, baring even more of her delicious, soft skin.
The curves of her body are encased in a lipstick red lingerie set. And finding out that my nanny has been casually walking around my house with this on is enough to make me trace down the curves of her breasts with my mouth immediately.
A woman like Zoe is a thing of beauty already. When she puts sexy lingerie underneath her practical nanny clothes, it’s like getting a bonus gift that I personally can’t wait to unwrap.
Zoe winds her fingers in my hair and clings to me as I slide the cup of her bra down and swipe my tongue across her nipple.
She lets out a rough sound, and I lave her skin and slide my teeth along her pointed nipple. “Yes, Ethan,” she murmurs, “you make me feel so good.”
“That’s the whole point, baby,” I say against her skin. And yes, it’s been years, but if her responsiveness is the meter, I haven’t completely forgotten what I’m doing.
