"Put your ass on the table," I said.
She licked her lips, doing just that.
The table was at the perfect height. I kept both her thighs on my shoulders, and then I feasted on her, flattening my tongue against her entrance and then sliding just the tip in. She was drenched. I loved tasting her.
She pressed her thighs against my ears and then opened her eyes wide, quickly relaxing her legs. I was acting on instinct and drew circles on her clit with the tip of my tongue, watching her turn even wilder. She was rocking back and forth on her ass.
I used my hand to lift her bottom from the edge of the table. I didn't want her to feel any discomfort. Besides, with her butt in my hands, I had complete control over her.
I held her firmly while I licked her, moving the tip of my nose and then my lips against her clit. Her cries grew louder. She was shaking in earnest. I felt every shudder because her legs dangled down my back. Every single one of her tremors seeped into my body. I was absorbing everything, and it was glorious.
When a groan shook her, I knew I couldn't tease her any longer. She needed relief right now. I took one hand from under her ass and pressed two fingers on her clit while I drove my tongue inside her. Feeling her inner muscles clamp around my tongue was exquisite. Then I drew my head back, not wanting to overwhelm her. I kept my fingers on her clit, watching her as she rode out her climax.
Getting up, I wrapped my arms around her torso as she laid her head on my chest. She drew in deep breaths. They were labored, but in a different way than before the orgasm. I rocked her back and forth, feeling her calm down.
Then she pulled back a bit, tipping her head backward. I knew what she wanted. She needed me to kiss her. So I did, without any hurry, simply exploring her.
My cock was once again trapped between us. As I intensified the kiss, I felt her slip her hand between our bodies, squeezing my cock, and groaned against her mouth. That one touch unleashed something inside me. I was beyond ready, and kissing her was no longer enough.
I lifted her from the table. I’d spotted the door to the bedroom when we first came in, and I wanted her to be comfortable while I sank inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, putting her palms on my shoulders. I didn't stop kissing her as we moved, only looking behind her every few seconds to make sure I was headed in the right direction.
I passed the dresser on the way to the bed, and then she rolled her hips, touching the length of my cock with her bare, wet pussy. And I couldn't wait one second longer. I moved her up and down my cock while she planted her heels in the backs of my thighs. I still wanted more friction and more leverage so I could thrust even deeper.
I wanted to be a part of her. This desire to mark her as mine was primal. But instead of moving us to the bed, I ended up pinning her against the window, her ass resting on the windowsill.
She gasped. "It's cold, but I like it."
I thought she might. My body was hot against hers, and the cold window was the contrast she needed. I pressed my forehead to hers, looking down between us as my cock disappeared inside her. Then I pulled back, watching every inch as I pushed into her again. Her nipples flattened against my chest on every thrust. Our bodies were completely in sync.
She and I belonged together. In the bedroom and outside of it, for the rest of our lives. I knew she was the one for me in the same way I knew I was a Whitley. It was part of my identity: to be Zoey’s man.
I pulled back a bit, watching her face transform. She was on the cusp, fighting to stay in the moment and be aware of everything. The next second, the fight went out of her, and she surrendered to the pleasure. She pressed her hand against the window, closing her eyes and crying out my name as she clenched around me so tightly that my orgasm hit me completely unexpectedly. One second I was watching her, and the next I was pulled into the vortex of sensations and lost myself in her.
I'd felt her heels glide from the backs of my thighs down to the backs of my knees while I buried myself inside her. Even after the wave of pleasure subsided, I stood like that, enjoying the way her heartbeat felt against me until I finally pulled us away from the window and set her back on the floor.
She smiled, laughing as she pointed at the bed. "Wenearlymade it to the bed."
"Don't worry. We'll make it there on our second time."
"Great. Because I was hoping we'd get to christen every single surface in this gorgeous place."
“We can start right away.”
I pushed her onto the bed. She laughed, pulling me over her. I trapped her underneath me, sinking my nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply.
I was simultaneously losing myself and grounding myself in Zoey.