“How goes the writing?” he asked with the bottle at his lips. “Are you into the fuck scene yet?”
His voice rolled through me like quiet thunder, awakening every nerve ending in my body. He was the only man I’d ever known with the power to make me cum with the sound of his voice. It had been so long since I’d had sex, and I was way out of practice, but even now my clit trembled and my pussy throbbed with the need to be filled by him. I pressed my thighs together, trying to create a bit of friction on my clit, anything to take away the burning agony his voice always created.
“The fuck scene?” I asked with a smile. “Is that all you think I write? Fuck scenes?” My voice sounded shaky, trembling. Even I could hear the want and need in my tone. I wanted to shout, “Yes, take me. Yes, fuck me. Yes, make me come. Yes, make me yours.” I pressed my lips together.
“That’s what I imagine you writing,” he said with a sly grin, the bottle frozen at his lips. Our eyes locked and that’s all there was to say. He slid off the stool and came around the island toward me, his lean body moving with grace, the muscles beneath his black T-shirt flexing, creating sensuous bulges beneath the fabric. I wanted to rip the shirt from his body and run my tongue over every inch of that tanned, ripped skin. I wanted to drop to my knees, yank down those jeans, and take that long, thick cock into my mouth and—
“What are you doing…”
I gasped, my words cut off when he wedged his hand between my legs.
“I’m just doing what you want me to do.” Chad’s voice ghosted over my ear as he leaned in to me. The heat of his hand nearly melted the fabric of t
he thin pajamas I wore. The soft satin of my panties gliding against my clit sent delicious shivers down my spine.
“You feel wet, ready. Your panties are damp, and I can smell you, Zoe.” He inhaled deeply. “You’ve always smelled sexy, ripe, creamy, like the most luscious pie.”
I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. His voice, his words had always been my weakness. He controlled me with them like a mystic. My hand trailed slowly over my breast and stomach to the waistline of my pajamas. I dipped my hand inside, my fingertip teasing my clit before sliding down to my pussy. I pressed the tip inside, and my legs nearly buckled at the intense jolt that gripped my pussy.
“You’re right,” I let the word tremble on my lips. “It does feel creamy… Would you like a taste?”
I pulled out my glistening finger and held it up for inspection. His lips wrapped around my finger, and then he sucked it deep into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure.
When he looked up at me, his intense dark eyes filled with such hunger, I suddenly felt famished, parched, almost dead from lack of want and need. I realized I hadn’t been living for the last twelve years. I had simply existed in a place without him.
“I want more than a taste,” Chad murmured.
All the saliva dried in my mouth as I waited with bated breath.
“I want to eat you alive.”
BONUS : DELETED SCENE 2
CHAD
When Zoe’s legs gave out, I caught her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. I couldn’t wait another moment. The scent of her had roused my cock, and it lunged hard and thick and throbbing, scraping painfully against the fabric of my jeans. My balls were aching with the need to fuck the beautiful woman before me, to plunge my cock deep into the moist heat of her pussy and fill her to the brim with my cum.
I ripped off her pajama pants, along with the panties beneath, and tossed them behind me then pushed her down. I hooked my arms beneath her knees and lifted her hips toward my mouth.
Pressing my face into the juncture of her thighs, I breathed in the soft scent of vanilla body wash, letting the neatly trimmed golden curls tickle against my face. I wanted my dick in her pussy. I wanted to feel her clit harden beneath my tongue. I wanted to explore her flesh. I wanted to spill my cum deep inside her cunt, between her tits, into her mouth, but even more than that, I wanted to remember the Zoe of my past, the girl who had stolen my heart and selfishly kept it locked within her greedy fist, even as I walked away to begin a different life. A life without her.
I sucked her swollen clit hard, rhythmically, feeling it vibrate beneath my lips. I speared my tongue between her lush pussy lips, licking the juices and then trailing kisses from her slit to her clit and down to her ass. Her flesh was hot beneath my lips, wet and pulsing, juicy and quivering, and she smelled so fucking great I could have eaten her all day, but we had a score to settle.
I gave her clit another suck and lapped at her pussy one more time, then I skirted around her cunt with tiny nips and pecks, teasing her because I refused to make her come until she begged to be mine.
“Oh God, Chad…” Her breath hissed out of her in a soft sigh. “I could come just from your breath against my skin.”
“So sweet…” I murmured.
Her head fell back, and her hips bucked up as she tried to rub her clit against my mouth again. The bulge in my jeans grew harder, tighter and more painful against the zipper. A smear of precum had dampened the fabric.
I lowered her back and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out fast, thick, rigid, bouncing back against my stomach and swaying with need.
“See what you do to me,” I said. “How hard you make me, Zoe, how much I need to come?”
“Yes.” Her eyes locked on my dick, and she licked her lips. “We can both cum. Fuck me, Chad. Make me cum with you,” she demanded. “I need to cum...”
Her fingers went to her exposed pussy. She began to rub frantically, eagerly, creating friction against the dewy pink nub of her clit. Her pussy glistened with the juices of her need, and she slipped one finger inside her cunt while her other hand continued to rub furiously.