Zadie doesn’t move, her eyes wide and focused, her breathing heavy. I watch her chest rise and fall, her tits moving as she breathes, and as much as I want to pounce on her, I know I can’t. I’m too fucking worked up, and I’d probably hurt her.
She grins at me, her lips slowly curving up into a smile. “Chase,” she breathes.
“Honey,” I grunt, but before I can say another word, she drops to her knees.
Her mouth opens, her hand curls around my length, and before I realize what’s happening, she’s taken me as far inside her as possible, her hand gently squeezing my base. And then she moves. On her knees, she bobs her head back and forth, her eyes looking up at me.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
This woman is my dream.
I slide my fingers through her hair, twisting them in the strands to hold her head still. She makes a noise in the back of her throat that vibrates around my cock and causes my own moan to escape.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty face, honey. Hold still.”
She whimpers, but I don’t miss the way she spreads her legs a little farther apart at the same time. Making a tsking sound, I shake my head once. “No touching yourself, Zadie.”
I’m not sure if she was actually planning on that. She hasn’t yet with me. I mean, she will soon enough, but she just hasn’t yet. I’m not sure she’s adventurous enough to do that without me asking her to.
But she will soon enough.
We just have to become more comfortable with one another, or rather, she needs to become more comfortable with me. I am very comfortable with her.
Holding her hair firmly, I’m sure I am pulling it and causing burning against her scalp, but right now, my focus is on fucking her pretty little face. And I do. It’s not hard and fast. I definitely don’t even make her throat bulge with my cock.
It’s not a real face fucking, more like a light tease. I mean, I’m moving inside her mouth, but it’s definitely not as deep as I could go. I don’t want to choke her, hurt her, or upset her. This is something I want her to enjoy as much as I do and work her way up to taking all of me.
Because that shit is going to be absolutely gorgeous.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I continue to look down at her. Zadie’s eyes are wide as she looks up at me. I know she’s probably ready to quit and ready for more. The way her hips are gently rocking, I know without a doubt she needs something else from me.
As much as I want to come down her throat, I know that right now, she needs something else, and I want to feel her cunt wrap around my cock, too. Reluctantly, I pull out of her warm, wet mouth and take a step backward.
“On the bed, honey,” I demand on a growl.
She rises to her feet, turning her back to me as she walks over to the bed, then I watch as she pulls the comforter back before she crawls onto the mattress. It’s got sheets on it. This place is fucking great. We don’t have to buy anything while we’re here, and we now have time to figure out what we want to do. All they ask is that when we leave, if we’ve ruined anything, if anything is worn out, we replace it.
The only thing I plan on absolutely ruining is this fucking mattress.
Zadie is on her knees, her back to me, but I don’t move forward. My cock is hard as fuck, still wet from her saliva, but I can’t move. She’s really here, right here in front of me, and she’s mine.
All fucking mine.
And I’m keeping her forever.
“Turn around,” I softly demand.
She does, but then I realize I don’t want to lie on top of her and fuck her. I need something different, something more. I need to melt into her body. I need to feel every fucking inch of her.
“Sit against the headboard. I want to look into your eyes when you come,” I softly say.
She does what I ask. The pillows are tossed to the side, and she settles in, ass on the mattress, back against the headboard. I don’t make a move toward her, not yet. Instead, I slide my tongue across my bottom lip before I suck it in, sinking my teeth into the flesh, then release it.
This is a good time—the perfect time, really. My lips curve up into a smile. “Touch yourself, honey. Show me.”
“Chase,” she gasps softly.