Page 62 of Zeke

Very, very slowly, I move my hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. I lift one leg and place it beside his hip, then the other so I’m straddling him. His eyes go wide and his hands go to my waist, holding me steady as I lean in and kiss his cheek… then the other… then his lips…

He responds eagerly, his grip around my middle tightening and pulling me close as our lips intertwine and our tongues collide. He moans into my mouth, and I feel a flood of wetness between my legs. I’m ready for him, even if he doesn’t know it yet. It’s pretty obvious he’s ready for me too, if the pressure I feel from beneath his jeans is any indicator.

I reach between us and begin to undo his pants, but he suddenly pulls away to look at me.

“Are you sure?” he asks, searching my face for the answer.

“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He gives a slight growl and pulls me close, kissing me again, but I have other plans. I return to his button and zipper, opening the front of his pants and reaching inside. He tenses then relaxes as I wrap my hand around his member through his boxers. Then I slide inside the flap to touch him skin to skin.

I could jump on him right here and now, I want him so bad. He is big. Like,bigbig. Bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before, not that it’s a particularly long list. Not many stellar choices in La Grange, but I seem to have hit the jackpot with Zeke in more ways than one.

I slide from his lap to stand in front of him, then shimmy out of my pajama shorts until I only wear my cami and thong. His eyes rove my entire body, and he licks his lips in a way that has me wanting to see what else that tongue can do.

For now, it’s my turn for that.

I step forward and pull off my top, my breasts bouncing as I do. Zeke’s eyes shift immediately to them, and I feel my nipples harden. I position myself between his legs so his head is exactly eye level with the objects of his gaze. He reaches up and cups one while his other hand goes around my waist again, pulling me to him. His thumb grazes the tight pink nub, and I gasp as another flood of wetness soaks my panties. It drips out the sides of my thong, and it’s only going to keep coming.

Zeke pulls me even closer so he can take my nipple into his mouth, and I wrap my hands around his head as my clit throbs with need. But this is for him—to help calm and comforthim. I’ll be patient.

Once he’s had his fill of my worshipping my breasts, which takes a while, I pull away to look him in the eyes. I slowly sink to my knees and reach out to touch his rock-hard cock. It’s inches from my face, and as Zeke meets my eyes, he knows what I’m planning.

And then I do it.

I lean forward, taking his tip into my mouth. A pulse goes through his whole length as a drip of precome falls onto my tongue. I lap it up and take him deeper into my mouth. I can’t take all of him, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

I slide my lips up and down his shaft, taking care to swirl my tongue along the tip when I come up. With my hands, I stroke his base, doubling the pleasure I’m providing for him. He leans back, propping himself up with one hand, and pulls my hair back from my face with the other holding it in a ponytail at the crown of my head.

“Fuck, baby…” he says quietly. “I had no idea you could do this that good…”

I pull my mouth away from him long enough to say, “There’s a lot you don’t know,” before going back to sucking him.

Within minutes, he’s dripping freely. I know he’s getting close, so I slow down. I want all of him. Thankfully, he seems to agree with my idea because he tugs at my hair to pull me away from his cock. Then, without a word, he lifts me and spins before tossing me down onto the bed and kneeling at the edge.

He immediately buries his face in the damp fabric of my panties, sniffing them and licking away the wetness I’ve gushed all over my thighs. Without hesitation, he pulls down the thong, and suddenly, I’m laid bare for him. He stops for a moment to admire me, then leans forward to press his face into my folds. His tongue finds my clit with ease and he teases and toys with the throbbing bud.

He’s as good as I thought he would be—no, he’s better even. He knows exactly how to swirl and flick and change direction, to start and stop at the right places and times. He waits long enough before putting one finger inside of me, then another. As he continues to eat at me, he applies pressure in the perfect spot. He’s so good, in fact, faster than I can get myself there when I’m on my own. Pressure builds between my legs and in my lower belly.

“Oh, God…” I moan, trying to keep quiet so the whole house doesn’t hear us. “Zeke… Oh, my God.”

And suddenly there are fireworks. Sparks and lightning burst in front of my eyes and rush through my veins. He doesn’t stop until my body ceases its convulsions. I lie back on the mattress, panting.

“Good,” he says, wiping his mouth on his shirt as he stands up and pulls it off. He removes his pants and underwear as well, so we’re both completely naked. “I couldn’t do this without knowing you’d been well taken care of.”

Still breathing heavily, I nod, scooting back on the bed to give him more room. He drops forward and crawls toward me, hovering above me. I feel his substantial mass pressing against my opening. We’ve been ready for each other for a while, but now we are finally here.

He gives me a questioning look, and I nod again, opening my legs wider so he can sink down between them. He guides his tip to my entrance and slips inside.

At first, I think it’s too much, but he goes slow, pulling back and pushing in just a bit further to give me time to adjust to his size. As he does, I find the feeling of being stretched by him is pleasurable rather than painful. By the time he’s fully sheathed within me, I feel another orgasm building. This one is smaller, rocking me with tiny little pulses as I contract around him, and he smiles.

“Good girl.”

I nearly faint from how the sound of his voice goes so perfectly with the feeling of his dick inside me. As he thrusts harder and faster, I put my hands around his neck.

Just when I think he’s about to come, he stops and flips me over so I’m on all fours. He enters me again, plunging deeper than before and hitting that spot inside of me that has me crying out in ecstasy, no longer caring if we’re heard. His thick cock thrusts into me over and over, filling me more than I thought possible as his hands hold my hips, bringing me slamming against his.

I come two more times, crying out his name and other things I can neither remember nor explain, but all of which are in the same vein as “Yes!” and “More!”

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