Page 26 of Zeppelin
“Fuck me, Zeppelin,” I half hiss, half wail.
“Is that fuck me, Zeppelin as in an exclamation of delight, orfuck me right here and now until I can’t take a single inch more,as a command?”
It sounds so wonderfully dirty when he says it in his rough voice, gone deeper and huskier with desire.
“The second.” I push my hips into his fingers, spearing myself against them another inch. Lights spark and boom behind my closed eyes. I jerk against him on impulse, a shockwave rolling through me like I’ve already come and I’m just enjoying the aftershocks. “Although, maybe a little bit of the first too.” I’m not going to pretend I’m not hot as hell and horny as fuck for this.
His eyes widen, an explosion of liquid dark against shadows. “You’re so pretty and dainty. Who would have guessed you’d have such a filthy streak?”
“If you think that’s filthy, just wait.” I enjoy the slow blink I get as he processes that and the way he has to shake his head to dispel the pink that creeps into his cheeks.
“Is that a promise?”
“Fuck around and find out. Literally.”
“Ginny,” he warns, an edge to his tone like he’s about to be pushed right over a ledge.
Good. I want to find it. I want to shove him off. I want the wild, the untamed, the parts that are just him with nothing to hide behind.
I’m panting, too far gone to stop myself from luring him into temptation beyond anything he can withstand. I shove the straps of my dress down, my bra along with it. The air feels even colder against my skin. I’m burning up inside of my own body. My nipples are already hard peaks, begging to be pinched and teased, suckled and loved.
“Holy shit,” Zeppelin curses crudely. He palms my breast, those rough fingers tracing miraculous patterns over the nipple.
I gasp and whimper, twisting my body to get closer.
I’m half ravaged already, my dress pooling at my waist, wet slicking down my thigh of the leg planted on the floor. I look like one of those ravaged damsels on the cover of a romance novel, with the ashy hair flowing behind, bodice torn open. I’m not so discreet. There’s not a bit of me that is hidden from him.
He notches his fingers at my entrance again and this time, he pushes inside all the way. He clamps his mouth over my nipple, working his tongue and fingers in tandem.
I did this to myself.
And now he’s going to freaking kill me here, in the nicest way.
He tears his mouth away from mine, bowing his head to watch what he’s doing like he’s praying.
“Hold your dress to the side. I want to watch my fingers disappearing into this snug pussy as I fuck you.”
I snatch the fabric in a fist and pull it across my belly, over to my hip. I watch through a haze of pleasure, my whole body heavy as his fingers slip out of me, shiny and glistening, and then push back in. For the first time, he crooks them up, curling them to hit the spot that makes me squirm at first, but relax into the next few strokes as I get used to the sensation of the extra pressure.
It’s good, but not enough. I want to come apart with his cock notched inside of me.
I trap my dress with my forearm as I reach forward and undo the button of his jeans. He freezes, eyes scanning my face questioningly.
“Were you just planning on getting me off and calling it a day? I don’t approve of suffering in silence.”
“Wouldn’t have been suffering long,” he grunts. “A few hours, maybe.”
“You’re staying the night here. What would you have done? Gone to the outhouse out back?” I suck in a breath. “Wow. That’s actually super-hot, thinking about you sneaking off and touching yourself. Hot and unacceptable. I don’t think that this is something that we can’t come back from or something that’s dirty or wrong. Is that what you feel?”
He has to process that but then he slowly shakes his head. “I just wanted you to be sure.”
I slide his fly down and shove his jeans to the side. I was going to bring his cock out through the slit in his black boxers,but he jerks the elastic waistband down, freeing his long, thick, curved cock, but also trapping it at the base with them.
“Ouch, Zep. Do you like that?”
His teeth flash almost too white in the light. “What if I do?”
“That’s okay then, but if you don’t, I’m not so desperate that you don’t have time to take your clothes off. I want this to be good for you, not about suffering.”
