Alex shrugged. “You can do it any way you want. I’d like it if you’d try this. But if your lips end up on my dick, I’m a happy guy.”
She knew deep down to the soles of her feet that he meant it. Which made it easier in many ways to make the decision. “Okay, but I’m nervous.”
He pressed his lips to hers. “Squeeze my left wrist if it gets too much. That’s your stop signal.”
Zoe did as he asked, as nervous about his request as she was excited. He placed his knees near her head and guided his erection to her lips.
Zoe licked the underside before opening her mouth.
Alex eased into her, moving his hips back and forth slowly. The angle felt strange. Foreign. Yet, easier somehow. As if with her head ever so slightly off the edge of the bed he had a straight channel to the back of her throat. Alex placed his palms on her breasts, squeezing them as he hunched his shoulders forward. “Fuck… Zoe. Just… Goddamn… That.”
She couldn’t understand all his words from this angle but from what she could grasp she was doing something right. Zoe relaxed her throat in time with his thrust, and Alex groaned as he pushed deeper.
His hands switched to her neck. Not squeezing, caressing. Encouraging her to open for him.
She felt the need to gag but swallowed around him. Nothing could stop the erotic moment, where she wanted to give him everything he wanted.
“Fuck,” he cursed when she swallowed again. “So tight around my cock.”
She lifted an arm to his hip, feeling the vibration of his groan through his bones. With a firm grip, she encouraged him to go faster, to know he wouldn’t break her if he took her exactly the way he wanted. If it pleased him, she wanted to deliver.
“Ah… Are you…take this? … me…come…throat?”
Movements became jerky, she could tell from his strokes he was close. Unable to speak, she tightened her grip on his hip, as he tightened his hold on her throat.
“Zoe,” he called out, and this time she did splutter, his dick and cum and lack of air all coming together in a totally spiritual moment that wiped every other thought from her mind beyond the man standing above her, looking at her like the sun rose and set with her.
When he pulled out of her, he reached for the towel, and gently wiped her mouth, and eyes, which had begun to water, before peppering kisses all over her face.
Alex helped her up so she was seated on the end of the bed, then handed her a glass of water. It was cool to her throat. Her mind was silent. Everything she’d been worried about only moments before had simply slipped from her consciousness, so far away she could no longer reach them.
A blanket hit her shoulders, then Alex sat beside her and held her tightly. Something told her to move, but she couldn’t. Instead, she watched the ripples on the top of the water glass until they became so violent the water spilled over the edges and Alex took it out of her hand before laying them both down on the bed.
He tugged her into his arms, moulding her to his body. “What just happened?” she asked.
Alex tilted her chin so she looked up at him. “We trusted each other to give us what we needed. It worked. And now your mind is empty, and your body is calm, you don’t quite know what to do with it.”
“Please don’t tell me this is subspace, like in the books.”
Alex smiled softly. “Would it be so terrible if it was?”
“But I’m not a submissive person.”
“And this is why I don’t like labels. But I’ll say this. What we just did? The trust between us? It’s the most special thing there is, Zoe. Nothing is more intoxicating to me than knowing you trust me to get you here.”
“I’m still not a submissive, though.”
“I know, Rocky.” He kissed her forehead.
They lay there, Alex’s fingertips drawing circles on her back until he eventually turned onto his side. “We should go.”
“I know.”
“Are you good?”
Zoe thought about the question. She checked in with her mind, which was silent. Her body felt limber, relaxed. And her heart felt…full. “Yeah. I am. Are you?”
Alex grinned. “Couldn’t be any happier, and it’s all because of you.”