Page 48 of Any Girl But You
Zoey straddles me. Her long hair cascades down her arms, her eyes glazed with hunger, her grip on my skin is needy and searching. God, she’s so beautiful. She’s wiggling against me, squirming and moaning, releasing sounds I’ve never heard come from her. I’m so turned on that I beg myself not to come early.
I grip the bottom of her shirt. “Can I take this off?”
“You can takeeverythingoff,” she says as her hands work to unclasp my jeans.
Oh my… I rip the shirt over her head, and a sheer black bra meets me. All my blood rushes to my center as I take her in. Her skin is so delicate, pale, powdery. The outline of her nipples pushes against the fabric. I trail my thumb and fingers against her skin, and her eyes close.
“Yes, more,” she whispers.
Her breasts are so much smaller, more delicate, than mine, and I want to worship every part. She reaches her hand behind her back, unsnaps her bra, and throws it into the wall with a softping.My hands, reach up, cup her, fill themselves with softness. “Zoey, shit. You are so perfect.”
She’s twisting her hips against me, and I lift mine to meet her. I need release and friction. I need tits in my mouth, my tongue on her body, to feel every part of her. The heat between us builds as hands and mouths explore and connect. Hesitation, gone. Uncertainty, dissolved. Replaced with need and hunger. My pulse surges, thuds in my ears, in my chest. I slide my hand up her hips under the skirt, and my fingers hook the band of her underwear. Rapid, choppy breaths leave her mouth as I guide my palm to her center over the thin fabric.
I want every part of Zoey—her brilliant mind, her humor, her sweetness, her tiger. Everything. I want everything. I want to taste her, to feel how silky and smooth she is, to hear the noises I can draw from her.
Her naked chest lifts and drops in heavy spurts. She hops off me, her skirt fanning the bed. “Take off your pants.”
This commanding tone is so different, so freaking sexy, and I oblige. I take off my pants, throw them to the side, and she climbs back on top. She buries her face into my chest. Her tongue swipes and swirls against me, she sucks and releases. I lift my hips, try to touch myself, but she’s on my lap, and as hot as she is, as this is, I need some friction, or I’ll pass out.
“You’re beautiful, Quinn. Your skin, your body, your everything…” She moans as she sucks and squeezes.
Still on top of me, she slides one hand behind her, reaching between my legs, and keeps the other one at my breasts. My skin is starving, begging, anxious for her touches. It may have been years since Zoey’s done this, but I swear,Ifeel like the virgin.
“I want to see all of you,” Zoey says, her tone dark and husky. “Will you show me all of you?”
Not yet.First, she needs to be taken care of. “Let me make you feel good, first.” A trail of goosebumps skitters up her arm with my words. I cannot wait to make her feel the way she makes me feel. I want to see her come undone and moan and shiver underneath me.
The edge of her skirt trails her pale thighs. I tug down until I free her hips and skim my hands across her belly. Her skin is so smooth, so soft, and the need to explore all the parts of her consumes me. She shimmies out of the skirt. I roll over and guide her underneath me. Her scent perfumes the air, takes a hold of me, and my body crumbles. I kiss her silky skin, starting at her forehead, her lips, her neck. I trail my tongue on her jaw and press my mouth to her shoulders. My hand moves, cups herbreast, and she moans against me. Her fingers tug at my curls, her mouth moves, connects with mine. I cannot believe this is happening. It’s all so real and simultaneously surreal, and I want to pinch myself. She lifts a leg, hooks it around me, and flips me on my back.
“Holy shit,” I say, breathless from the surprise movement. Zoey is much, much stronger than I gave her credit for. My pulse pounds in my ears. The sight of nearly naked Zoey moving against me is almost too much.
I start to tug down her underwear and she holds my hands steady. “Not yet.” Her voice is husky, deep, how I’ve never heard her before, and my God, I can’t even. My mouth waters. My fingers itch to be inside her, to make her move, to show her how beautiful she is. But she, right now, is the dominant. My whole adult life, I’ve been the one in control in the bedroom. The roles are reversed and it’sso freaking hot.My skin is starving, and every touch, swipe, lick she feeds me shreds my defenses.
She pinches, touches, squeezes, makes me squirm. My body trembles, the anticipation of release building to a dizzying degree. “Do you like this?” she asks. It’s not seeking permission, not really. It’s a command. And I want to collapse.
My vision clouds, hazy and dazed. She grabs my hand, pulls two of my fingers into her mouth, and swirls her tongue.Oof. Having a topless Zoey on top of me, a glistening of sweat beading on her chest, her mouth and tongue swirling against my fingers, and I begin to shake. Hold out. A little longer. I cannot, under any circumstance, orgasm too quickly.
Zoey removes my fingers from her mouth, and slides them down her chest, her smooth belly, above her center, and she hovers. “Show me what you can do with your hands.”
I’m dead. It’s so much and not enough, andmy God, can she be any more beautiful? I hover above her center, rub her with my fingertip, softly at first, until I hear her moan. Her eyes close andhips rock. And then I dip a finger andohhhh… We both moan. She’s so silky, so perfect, I’m so desperate for her to know how beautiful she is. I move against her, hold her tight with one hand, add another finger. My heart pounds against my chest.
I build my rhythm, steady and full, as she rocks against me. The sounds she makes fills me, but I’m greedy. I want to hear her scream. Her slim legs bury into mine. She grips any available flesh, sporadic, unhinged, searching for relief, and I can’t breathe. This is the most beautiful, most perfect, most mouthwatering moment of my life. I cup her ass, hold her tight, until she whips her legs off and rolls to the side.
“Oh God, are you okay? Did I do something?” I ask, frantic, searching her eyes.
She shimmies down on the bed, and glances up with a playful, seductive grin spreading across her pink glistening cheeks. “I need to feel you in my mouth.”
Holy hell.
She hooks her fingers around my underwear, slides them down my legs, and tosses them onto the floor. And now, she takes her time. She lifts my leg on her shoulder. Kisses start at my ankle, my calf, the side of my knee. Her fingertips graze my skin leaving a cascade of goosebumps, and the air locks in my chest. I never, ever, want to move.
“You’re beautiful, Quinn, so, so beautiful…” She moves closer, higher, her mouth presses against the delicate, sensitive skin at my inner thigh. Her breath warms me, makes my skin tingle, makes me move against the mattress. Higher and higher she climbs, and her mouth is so close, so close…ah…right there. Her tongue slides against me, swirling and gentle sucks. She slides a finger into me, then two, matching the tongue.Damn… Two years at least since she’s had sex and she’s owning every part of me. I feel shy and timid and worshipped. I’m in heaven.This is heaven. She moans against me, the vibrations making me blink away stars.
Everything builds. Slow, steady, then increases. She’s reading me like no one has ever read me. Less pressure, more, steady, her mouth is perfect. My hands fist her hair and tug, and she pushes, more, harder, giving me exactly what I crave. Pressure builds inside me, I’m burning, shaking, and my insides tense.
“It’s so good. I’m close. I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I’m not even sure if I’m making coherent sentences, and I don’t care. My breath is labored, shallow, rapid. My legs quiver and she keeps going. She’s right fucking there.
Ahhhhh. My body clenches, tight, and waves engulf me. I rock against her, and she coaxes the orgasm from me, my heartbeat screaming against my chest. She lies, unmoving, against my leg, waiting for me to calm. It might be freezing outside, but in here the air is heavy, hot, our skin sticky. My pulse slows, my breaths even, and I twirl her hair around my fingers. Recovery doesn’t take me long. Much quicker than I’ve ever had before. And when it does, a near feral response kicks in.
