Page 143 of Only in Your Dreams

He groans, running laps over me with his tongue, kissing every part of me.

“I thought I was being punished,” I pant. “This feels a lot more like a reward.”

“Uh-uh,” he says, pausing to lash my clit relentlessly with his tongue. “It’smyreward. I think I fucking earned it after your performance.”

This is it, right here.

All my good karma coming around in the form of a man who eats my pussy like it’s his favorite thing to do. I sink my fingers into his hair, encouraging his pace. Immersed in the full sensory experience of it, the slow drags of Zac’s tongue, his greedy sounds, the way he meets my eye, looking cocky as hell at whatever he sees in my face.

I’m so worked up it doesn’t take me long. His fingers sink inside me, curl the right way, hit the right spot, and I burst, back arching off the ground, clawing at his hair so hard I must be hurting him. Zac licks at me, letting me ride out my orgasm until I fall back limply on the floor.

He crawls up my body to hover over me on hands and knees. “I swear I’m not just saying this, Clo. But you’re the best I’ve ever tasted, hands down.”

I reach up to smooth out the mess I’ve made of his hair. “You’re very welcome.”

With a laugh, he heaves my limp body over his shoulder and shoves open his bedroom door, tossing me onto the bed. He freezes in the act of unzipping his pants, gazing down at me where I lie in the middle of his mattress. His face softens in a way that pumps my chest full of warmth. Makes me feel like I’m an unexpected piece of glitter falling from the sky. Fluttering down toward him as he watches in wonder.

“Don’t,” I whisper, nose prickling. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make me cry.”

This is why I love us. He was spanking me a handful of minutes ago. Just as quick, the pendulum swings and candlelight and rose petals wouldn’t feel so out of place.

Zac drops his pants. He stretches out, covering my body with his, hard pressing onto soft. Brown eyes glazing over my face like he wants to soak this in.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you’ve waited years for this.”

He tugs at a corner of his mouth. “You know that feeling of wanting something for so long, so bad, it starts to feel unattainable? I’m scared I’ll wake up in the morning and realize I dreamed all this.”

It’s really something special. Realizing you’ve been loved this hard, for this long, without even knowing it.

“I’m here,” I say, stroking the hair off his face. Trailing my hand down his neck, chest until it sits over his pounding heart. “Right here. I love you, and this is as real as it gets.”

Zac lays the sweetest kiss on me. Slow and full, filling me with something so light I think I could float off this bed. Somehow, I manage to pull him in closer. Lick at his tongue and his hips jerk, grinding his cock into my thigh. Just like that, the kiss turns frantic. His grip on my face turns greedy. He shifts around, and the next stroke of his cock hits my clit.

“Zac,” I moan. “Condom. Now.”

Nipping my shoulder, he goes to sort through the nightstand and tears open a sealed box of condoms. His body really is something else. The muscular shoulders, the way his thighs flex as he moves. The tattoos crawling up his side, the crinkled eyes. Whoever made him really took their time. Got every detail right.

“How have you pictured it?” I ask him.

“Pictured… this? You and me?”

I sit up, reach for him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when I gently stroke his cock. “Tell me and there’s a good chance I do it for you.”

“I’ve pictured us fucking so many times over the years, there’s no one way to tell.”

“But our first time?”

He licks his lips. “You riding my cock. Me enjoying the view of a lifetime.”

I lift on my toes to kiss him, maneuvering him onto the bed so that he lies on his back. He rolls on the condom, looking so big spread out on the mattress, skin smooth, and I crawl over him. Run my tongue over his stomach, pausing to admire the ten four-leaf clovers before kissing them all, one after the other. He groans when I climb on top of him, dragging my pussy along his cock. Simultaneously, we look down to watch the way the condom glistens with what I leave behind.

“Fuck. Look how wet you are,” Zac murmurs.

I shift my hips, stroking him with my pussy again, again, kissing him hard. On the next stroke I reach down, and he lifts his hips—

“Zac,” I gasp.

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