Page 69 of Zeppelin
She stares at me for a good ten seconds before her face creases into a gorgeous smile and she throws her head back and laughs. “You’re funny, you know that?”
“What if I’m serious?”
Her eyes darken further, her pupils growing even larger. “Oh god. Yes. Please. You have no idea how empty I’ve been without you. In every way, Zep. Not just… this one.”
Of all the things she could ever say or do to me, that’s what gets me. It’s that heartfelt hitch in her voice, the way her hands curl into my shoulders just a little bit tighter like she needs to reassure herself that I’m not going anywhere, and the way she leans in to kiss me tenderly.
It starts off slow and deep, but turns into a biting pleasure that has us both attacking each other’s mouths.
I turn her around so that I can hit the bed first. I spread out, the metal bedframe protesting my weight, but I know it will hold. The night I spent in this bed, it creaked and groaned with every movement.
It’s going to be fun, making this bed sing.
It will be even better if I can turn Ginny into a loud, thrashing, wild beast on top of me.
It’s the hottest moment of my life, watching her slip onto the bed, kneeling beside me before she swings a leg over mytorso. She backs up, on her hands and knees, and I swear to fuck that I very nearly erupt and come all over the place just from having her beautiful pussy spread open like that for me, her peach ripe ass so near my face.
I hook my arms around her legs and maneuver her into place.
She’s beyond wet, her thighs covered in sweet drops of her honey. I sit her down on my face, lapping up all of it before I latch my mouth straight to her clit and suck. She squirms away, but comes back, sitting down hard on my face, whimpering and curling her hips in small circles to try to get me where she needs me.
I lick her from her clit, all the way down her slit, past her entrance and up further.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers loudly. “Oh my god, yes, Zep.”
“Tell me what you want, Ginny.”
“All of it. Please. I just want it all.” There’s such worship in her tone, but what undoes me is the way her hand curls around the base of my dick.
She strokes me in her fist, all the way up my shaft, to the head. I’m a mess there, leaking all over, and her hand glides down my shaft with ease after she slicks it all over her palm.
I fuse my mouth to her and lick her like I’m claiming her and she jacks me like she’s in agreement. She supports herself on top of me with one hand, her hips moving with a will of their own, the momentum transferring into her hands.
She leans forward after a minute of the most exquisite torture, her hot breath skating over the head of my cock. A shivercrawls up my spine, followed by a flood of warmth. Does she feel that same sensation? A blooming in her chest and stomach that tells her that she’s safe? She doesn’t know it, but I’ve never given myself like this to anyone. Even shaving her, though I bossed her around and was cocky about it, was a first. I’ve touched her and held in her ways that I had no idea I even could. I didn’t have to have someone teach me. I learned it along the way, prodded by instinct. Instead of being stressed about it, the only thing I’ve ever felt for her was this delicious warmth.
The warmth of safety and trust.
My body is literally in her hands, but I’m hers in every other way too. She doesn’t touch me like I’m a weapon. She’s tender and almost gentle. She takes care when she lowers her mouth over my head. Her tongue immediately swirls over the little slit, gathering up the salty precum. A different shiver skates up my spine, one that has my balls tightening and my spine and thighs tingling.
I hold myself back and focus instead on devouring her. I squeeze her ass, palming all that lovely roundness, massaging her gently as I trace her from her clit down to her opening. I push my tongue inside, filling her as full as I can. She surges forward at the new sensation, but comes back again and again, riding my face. She takes me halfway into her mouth, resting me on her tongue. I know she can’t get me anywhere near the back of her throat. Her gag reflex is far too sensitive, but that’s no loss. It’s every bit as hot that she pays more attention to my head and uses her hand on my shaft.
She sucks the tip of me without warning, applying so much pressure that I nearly lose myself and come all over her tongue. I tear my mouth from her and bite her lightly on the back of her thigh, gripping her legs and ass in my big hands.
There’s no sound in the room except for the sounds we’re making. I love her whimpers and my unhinged groans. I love the sucking sounds she makes as she takes my cock, fucking me with her mouth, her tongue doing things to me that make me want to black out. I love how her walls clench all over my tongue when I thrust it back into her tight entrance and plunge in over and over. She soaks my chin and my beard, the scent and taste of her better than anything else on this fucking earth.
She pops me out of her mouth to breathe heavily against me. “You taste so fucking good. You have a lovely dick. The best dick.”
I don’t, but the fact that she thinks so and she’s up close and personal with it, sends a thrill rushing through me.
“And you have the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen. You taste so fucking good, you could kill a man.”
“Goodness. I might have to lock it away just to protect you.”
I grin the silliest grin to myself.
“Would that be shaved or natural?” she presses dryly.
“I was just giving you a hard time. It’s sometimes easier for me to be an asshole than to admit how affected I am.”
