lace edging of her bikini panties. Easing them down past her hips, he tossed them to the side before spreading her legs wide. And now, finally, he could taste every delicious inch of her sex. Every slick, pink inch of skin, every drop of her delectable liquid. He lapped the tender pink flesh, pausing to close his teeth over her swollen clit. Giving it a tug with his teeth, he slipped his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass so he could better lift her up to his mouth.
“Oh god.” She whimpered the words as he tongued her again and again.
With great care, he slid two fingers into her wet heat, loving the slick, hot, juicy feel of her. He eased them in and out, rubbing the walls of her sex, making sure he hit her hot spot. When her internal muscles clamped down on him he added a third one and picked up the pace. She dug her heels into his shoulders, pushing herself against his hand, riding it as he moved it faster and faster.
The orgasm broke, her inner muscles gripping like a vise as they spasmed over and over and she flooded his hand. He kept up a slow rhythm until the last tremor had subsided. Then he eased his fingers out and slowly licked each one.
“God, Sean.”
He moved to lean over her, pressing his mouth to hers and brushing her lips with a taste of her liquid.
“Good?”
She laughed. “A mild word.”
He licked the seam of her lips. “For me, too.”
“But now you need to take your clothes off. Okay?”
Last night he had been in such a hurry, he had just ripped them off. Tonight he rose and discarded them a little more slowly, pausing to pull a condom from his wallet and drop it on the nightstand. Zoe had moved so she leaned against her pillows, and Sean climbed up so he could kneel over her.
Then, without warning, she gave him a shove so he was on his back, and she straddled his thighs.
“My turn.” Her voice was low and sexy.
He thought she’d go right for his dick, but she had other ideas. She began to string soft kisses along each of his scars—his arm, his leg, his chest, everywhere. The touch of her mouth was light as a bird’s feather, a caress that almost made the puckered skin ease its tightness. Sean closed his eyes and gave himself over to her touch, until she’d dusted her mouth over every inch of scar tissue. He couldn‘t believe how relaxed he was, yet at the same time aroused.
Zoe’s scent enveloped him as she adjusted her body, straddled his thighs and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She circled the crown, paused to dip the tip of her tongue in the little slit at the top before repeating the circular sweep of her tongue. Every one of his nerves caught fire, and his cock impossibly swelled even more. He threaded his fingers though her hair. Holding her head, he guided it as she moved it up and down, although she didn’t seem to need much direction. She slipped one hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, giving them a rhythmic squeeze to match the movement of her mouth.
Zoe varied her speed, sometimes moving her mouth slower, sometimes faster, sometimes lifting it away completely and giving the head a little swirl with the tip of her tongue. He clenched his hands into fists as he dug for control that was fast leaving him. And much as he wanted to come in her mouth, he wanted to be inside her that much more.
She frowned when he lifted her head and shifted her away from him.
“Later,” he growled. “Right now I want to feel your hot, slick flesh around me.”
He grabbed the condom from the nightstand and rolled it on his throbbing cock. Then he lifted her, waited a moment while she spread her thighs then slid her right onto his aching dick.
Oh sweet Jesus!
She was hot and wet and tight, even better than he remembered from the night before. Her slick inner walls gripped him as she shifted her hips to make sure he was seated well inside her. He closed his eyes for a moment, sure he’d died and gone to heaven.
But then she began to move, and it got even better.
She braced herself on his chest, moving herself up and down, slowly at first then faster and faster. She threw her head back, eyes closed, gripping his