One quick peek up at Zack, and although his head is resting on the cushion, his eyes are lowered to stare down at me. Blazing heat echoes back at me and his chest is already rapidly expanding and deflating in anticipation.
My own blood fires in response, the heady power surging back through me again. I look back down at his swollen shaft and wrap my hand around the base. A huff of air comes out of him, blowing across the top of my head.
So many places to start. So many things I could do.
Kiss? Lick? Nip? Suck? Stroke?
I opt for the first idea in my head, leaning forward and kissing him softly on the tip. Zack moans and his cock jumps in my hand.
Nice.
Now I think I want to suck, because I believe that is my best chance to drive him quickly crazy. I want to do to him exactly as he did to me. Build him up fast, make him insane with lust and need, and then I want to be the one to set off the explosion.
I lean up on my knees a tad so I hover over him. My hair falls around me in a curtain as I lower my mouth and start to take him in.
He’s huge. He’s thick. And he won’t fit all the way in without playing patty-cake with my tonsils. So I concentrate on that part of him that I can accommodate, moving up and down with my mouth, counterstroking with my hand.
Immediately, Zack reacts. He groans loudly and starts pumping his pelvis, giving in to the natural urge to be the one doing the fucking. I use my free hand to push down hard on his hips and try to still him, but that’s like trying to hold down a bucking bronco.
So I work with it. I go ahead and let him set the pace, but I work my mouth, combining pressure and suction and squeezing. I flutter my tongue under the head of his shaft and he hisses in pleasure. I do that over and over, alternating between allowing long strokes in my mouth and rough squeezes from my hand. Without thought to what I’m doing or even if I’m doing it right, one hand goes between his legs, and I lightly press in and massage his balls.
And yup…he likes that, because he slams upward into me and curses, “Fuck…just like that.”
So I keep doing it…just like that.
All of a sudden, two things happen almost simultaneously. Zack’s balls shrink and tighten and I find that fascinating, at the very same time both of his hands clasp hard to the sides of my head and he tries to pull me off.
I’m so caught up in what I’m doing, I growl at him and latch on, refusing to give up my prize.
“I’m going to come, Kate,” Zack groans, and I want to squeal in delight and sing, “Yay, Zack,” and, “Yay, me.”
“Kate,” he groans—maybe it’s a warning, I don’t know—and tries to pull on my head again. I refuse to budge and suck him in deeper.
Then his hips go absolutely motionless and he gives out a long “F-u-u-u-ck” before he starts coming in my mouth.
I don’t let up.
I continue to move up and down him, taking what he gives me, refusing to give a drop of it back. And I love it. I love making him come and driving him crazy and feeling him spiral out of control just from my touch. I love it all and I want to do that again and again to him. I want to make him understand this can be great between us. I can feel it…the connection. I hope he can too.
“Kate,” Zack says, and his voice penetrates. His hands again pull at my head and I let him lead me, pulling me off his half-hard dick.
My bleary eyes focus in on him and he’s staring down at me in wonder.
“How’d I do, Kemosabe?” I ask him huskily, licking at my lips and trying to catch my breath.
Zack surges up from the chair, pushes me onto my back on the floor, getting on top of me. His hands go under my nightie and he starts pulling on my underwear in a frenzy.
“So fucking good I have to return the favor to you right this very moment,” he practically snarls at me as my panties are torn free.
My legs are pushed apart and Zack dives down, and oh, yes…as my eyes roll back in my head, I think…this is something I don’t ever want to give up.
Chapter 21
Zack
I sit at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee and my laptop in front of me. Ben is in the living room watching something on Disney Junior. I try to limit his time on TV, but there are some damn good programs out there that not only keep your kid entertained, but teach them shit too. So I try to balance the time I let him spend with the type of programming he watches.
My eyes follow Kate as she walks around the kitchen, cleaning up after our breakfast. I try to concentrate on my emails, but fuck if my eyes don’t keep involuntarily popping up and stalking her. She’s wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a simple navy blue T-shirt that actually fits her, accentuating the curve of her breasts and her flat stomach. When she reaches into the cupboard to put some dishes in there, the shirt rides up and I get a peek of soft skin on her back.
It’s fucking mesmerizing.
I’m not sure what changed last night, but now I can’t seem to let go of my attraction to her during the daylight hours. I was able to compartmentalize it fine before, but now I can’t stop thinking about her. About what she did to me last night, and what I did to her. My cock starts swelling just thinking about it.
I think this is due solely to the fact that Kate assured me she was okay. That I was okay. That what we were doing was okay. She reiterated to me that she knew this wasn’t going any further than where we were right now.
And that gives me confidence. It pushes my worries aside and lets me concentrate solely on the attraction and lust between us. It feels fucking good and I give in to it.
My own blood fires in response, the heady power surging back through me again. I look back down at his swollen shaft and wrap my hand around the base. A huff of air comes out of him, blowing across the top of my head.
So many places to start. So many things I could do.
Kiss? Lick? Nip? Suck? Stroke?
I opt for the first idea in my head, leaning forward and kissing him softly on the tip. Zack moans and his cock jumps in my hand.
Nice.
Now I think I want to suck, because I believe that is my best chance to drive him quickly crazy. I want to do to him exactly as he did to me. Build him up fast, make him insane with lust and need, and then I want to be the one to set off the explosion.
I lean up on my knees a tad so I hover over him. My hair falls around me in a curtain as I lower my mouth and start to take him in.
He’s huge. He’s thick. And he won’t fit all the way in without playing patty-cake with my tonsils. So I concentrate on that part of him that I can accommodate, moving up and down with my mouth, counterstroking with my hand.
Immediately, Zack reacts. He groans loudly and starts pumping his pelvis, giving in to the natural urge to be the one doing the fucking. I use my free hand to push down hard on his hips and try to still him, but that’s like trying to hold down a bucking bronco.
So I work with it. I go ahead and let him set the pace, but I work my mouth, combining pressure and suction and squeezing. I flutter my tongue under the head of his shaft and he hisses in pleasure. I do that over and over, alternating between allowing long strokes in my mouth and rough squeezes from my hand. Without thought to what I’m doing or even if I’m doing it right, one hand goes between his legs, and I lightly press in and massage his balls.
And yup…he likes that, because he slams upward into me and curses, “Fuck…just like that.”
So I keep doing it…just like that.
All of a sudden, two things happen almost simultaneously. Zack’s balls shrink and tighten and I find that fascinating, at the very same time both of his hands clasp hard to the sides of my head and he tries to pull me off.
I’m so caught up in what I’m doing, I growl at him and latch on, refusing to give up my prize.
“I’m going to come, Kate,” Zack groans, and I want to squeal in delight and sing, “Yay, Zack,” and, “Yay, me.”
“Kate,” he groans—maybe it’s a warning, I don’t know—and tries to pull on my head again. I refuse to budge and suck him in deeper.
Then his hips go absolutely motionless and he gives out a long “F-u-u-u-ck” before he starts coming in my mouth.
I don’t let up.
I continue to move up and down him, taking what he gives me, refusing to give a drop of it back. And I love it. I love making him come and driving him crazy and feeling him spiral out of control just from my touch. I love it all and I want to do that again and again to him. I want to make him understand this can be great between us. I can feel it…the connection. I hope he can too.
“Kate,” Zack says, and his voice penetrates. His hands again pull at my head and I let him lead me, pulling me off his half-hard dick.
My bleary eyes focus in on him and he’s staring down at me in wonder.
“How’d I do, Kemosabe?” I ask him huskily, licking at my lips and trying to catch my breath.
Zack surges up from the chair, pushes me onto my back on the floor, getting on top of me. His hands go under my nightie and he starts pulling on my underwear in a frenzy.
“So fucking good I have to return the favor to you right this very moment,” he practically snarls at me as my panties are torn free.
My legs are pushed apart and Zack dives down, and oh, yes…as my eyes roll back in my head, I think…this is something I don’t ever want to give up.
Chapter 21
Zack
I sit at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee and my laptop in front of me. Ben is in the living room watching something on Disney Junior. I try to limit his time on TV, but there are some damn good programs out there that not only keep your kid entertained, but teach them shit too. So I try to balance the time I let him spend with the type of programming he watches.
My eyes follow Kate as she walks around the kitchen, cleaning up after our breakfast. I try to concentrate on my emails, but fuck if my eyes don’t keep involuntarily popping up and stalking her. She’s wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a simple navy blue T-shirt that actually fits her, accentuating the curve of her breasts and her flat stomach. When she reaches into the cupboard to put some dishes in there, the shirt rides up and I get a peek of soft skin on her back.
It’s fucking mesmerizing.
I’m not sure what changed last night, but now I can’t seem to let go of my attraction to her during the daylight hours. I was able to compartmentalize it fine before, but now I can’t stop thinking about her. About what she did to me last night, and what I did to her. My cock starts swelling just thinking about it.
I think this is due solely to the fact that Kate assured me she was okay. That I was okay. That what we were doing was okay. She reiterated to me that she knew this wasn’t going any further than where we were right now.
And that gives me confidence. It pushes my worries aside and lets me concentrate solely on the attraction and lust between us. It feels fucking good and I give in to it.
