Alex grinned. “Fair enough. Continue.”

She stroked her hands over his abs. “I love your ink and how you’re in total command of who you are. And I love this.”

Alex flinched as she gripped his cock. It was firm, warm, and smooth. “I love the shape of it and love the feel of it in my mouth. But it’s the way your eyes look at me I find the hottest thing of all.”

One minute she was standing, the next she was in his arms as he kissed her intensely. It was messy, exciting, and…some blur of joyful and happy and a million other positive emotions she couldn’t explain.

When he came up for air, Alex cupped her cheeks. “Get on the bed, Zoe. Show me how you use your fingers on yourself.”

It didn’t occur to her to say no. He’d made her feel safe and wanted. She climbed to the top of the bed and sat back against the cushions, raising her knees. With his eyes on her and his hands stroking his cock, she dipped her fingers between her legs, getting them wet before circling her clit, then slipping back inside.

“I’ve been hard most of today. I fucking ache, Zoe.” His voice was rough as he cupped his balls with his free hand, tugging more firmly than she would ever have done.

“You like it that hard?” she asked.

Alex looked down at his dick. “Depends. Right now. Yeah. I’m going to explode because you’re stroking yourself and I wish I was there. I’m thinking about what it’s going to feel like to slide inside you for the first time. How hot you’re going to feel. How tight you’re going to squeeze me.” He gasped. “Fuck, Zoe. Talk to me.”

“I wish you were going to slide into me right now. I wish I could experience what it feels like when you give yourself to someone that way. I wish it was your cock and not my fingers.”

“Open your legs a little wider unless it’ll put you off.”

She did as he asked, watching as he worked his cock faster. “Alex, I’m close.”

“Shit. Wish I was able to come all over your hand, make a mess of that pussy of yours.”

Wish…pussy…come.

With one last thrust, Zoe came hard. Stars spun as she sucked in air.

“Zoe,” Alex grunted, as he followed her over. He fell forward, catching himself on one fisted arm, the other still stroking himself slowly.

When he finally looked at her, it was with a smile so beautiful it stopped her heart. “You and me. It’s good, Zoe. Really fucking good.”