Page 127 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

When the tremors had subsided, he climbed up her body and kissed her. He’d had plans…to crawl over her and fuck her mouth, to play with her, tease her some more. But once his lips met hers, he just needed to be inside her.

Climbing to his knees, he reached for a pillow and then flipped Zoe onto her stomach over it. He wiggled it down a little, so it was just beneath her hips. Banking his own needs for a moment longer, he lowered his head so Zoe could still see his lips. “You okay with the ropes beneath you?” he asked.

The just-fucked soft-focus smile told him everything he needed to know but he waited for audible confirmation. “Just take what’s yours, Alex.”

Take what’s yours.

She was going to fucking kill him.

He grabbed the lube from his bag and applied some, enjoying the feel of his hand gliding the length of his dick.

Crawling back behind her, his legs either side of hers, he slid her soaked underwear out of the way so he could open her to him. “Fuck, Zoe,” he gasped as he slid home, holding still deep inside her. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face to the ceiling. An ecstasy so good it made him want to crawl outside of himself.

Skin on skin, nothing between them, was its own exquisite pleasure.

He wanted to experience it all right now and make it last forever.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. Her breath coming in short gasps like his own. And the fact he knew she needed it as much as he did gave him the control to begin to move. Long, firm strokes.

Squeezing him tight, she took it all. As need took over and he lost control, hammering into her as he chased that feeling, the one that started down his spine and ricocheted through his balls.

Alex placed one hand on the bed next to her lips. With the other, he gripped a hand full of her hair, tugging it slightly, and fuck, if she didn’t tighten around him.

Words would come later, but for now, he sucked in air as he slammed home. Zoe opened her mouth and sucked his thumb between her lips, running her tongue over it, biting gently with her teeth. And Christ, the sight of it, the feel of it was enough to push him over the edge.

“Ah, Zoe,” he cried out as he came deep inside her.

Stars spun in his peripheral vision as he continued to thrust until he could feel Zoe join him. Even with all his experience, he’d had no clue it could feel this good.

Pushing up onto his knees, he breathed deeply, feeling Zoe relax beneath him. Gently, he stroked his hands along her spine before sliding out of her. He grabbed his T-shirt and cleaned her up as best he could.

Once he’d lifted her up to sitting and smiled at her sleepy face, he kissed her softly. “I fucking love you and the trust you have in me, Rocky. Now I need to get these ropes off so I can strip you and can hold you properly.”

“You know what I’m looking forward to?” Zoe said as Alex began to untie the ropes.

“What’s that?”

“The rest of it?”

“The rest of what, Rocky?”

“The slow fucking on a Sunday morning. More oral sex and trashed lipstick in stadium dressing rooms. Making love in high thread count sheets. And trying to fuck dirty while hidden in public places.”

Alex ran his thumb along her lips. “Those words sound way dirtier coming out of your mouth than they do coming out of mine. Keep talking like that and we aren’t going to sleep for another hour.” He pulled the last loop of rope from around her wrists.

As if prompted, Zoe yawned. “I’m going to sleep hard after that. But tomorrow is Sunday, so…”

He tossed the rope to the floor, and as he bundled them both into bed, he remembered a quote from his English class at school. “You remember the line from Hamlet, first scene or act or whatever?”

“Alas poor Yorick, I knew him, Horatio?”

“No” Alex grinned. “The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn.”

The two of them burst into laughter.

“I’m sure you and old Shakespeare have a different definition of which cock he meant,” Zoe said, snuggling up against him.

“I’m sure we do.”

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