Ours(18)

Sandy arched into his touch. “Zack, oh God, what is it about you that makes me so wild?”

Zack growled as he dipped a finger into her pussy to feel her wetness. “Firebird, you’re so wet.”

Sandy nodded and watched him kiss his way down her body. When he reached her pussy, he dived in, lapping at her and moving his finger in and out of her wet core. Sucking on her nub, he added a second finger and picked up his pace. She ground against him, moaning.

Sandy sat on his desk, legs apart, body arched up. Her hands supported her and her head was back and her eyes closed. She was gorgeous.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come for me. I want inside you now. But first I want that pussy to clench around my fingers.”

He went back to sucking and licking, his fingers moving faster in her until she ground down on his face and screamed, “Zack!”

Feeling her muscles tighten around him and her cream gush out, he lapped to make sure he drank every last drop.

Slowly, he slid up her body, loving the feel of her smooth skin against his. Aligning his cock at her entrance, he stared at his satisfied woman. He looked at his dick about to slip into her pussy and paused at the sight of his bare penis. Fuck. Zack searched for his pants. Seeing them on the floor, he grabbed them as quick as he could, found his wallet, and searched through it for the condom. He ripped it open and slipped the condom onto his cock.

Sandy’s expression had changed to one of surprise and gratitude. As he settled himself between her thighs, Sandy wrapped her arms around him and brushed his lips with hers.

“Thank you. I really appreciate you remembering, especially when I didn’t.” Her mouth came back to his, and her soft naked body was crushed up against his.

Zack held her hips and slowly slid himself into her wet core. Her head fell back, and his lips trailed down her cheek and neck. He smoothed his hands down her back and around and up to cup and play with her breasts

Sandy wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him further in with his thrusts. Sandy hummed, and ran her hands down to cup his butt. “Zack, faster. Ah, yes, just like that. Yes, yes. Zack!”

Picking up his pace, he captured her mouth again and moved his hands around to hold her close to him. Sandy gripped him to her. Her nails dug into his back, and he started to feel her pussy muscles squeeze around him. She bit his lip as she came around him, quivering and raking her nails down his back.

He pulled his head away to watch her eyes as they glassed over in ecstasy, and a smug grin settled over her. Zack let himself go on a shout, emptying himself into the condom. Resting on top of her for a moment, he sighed in satisfaction.

Slowly he eased himself up, keeping a hold on Sandy. “Firebird, you’re amazing. Thanks for coming to see my place.” He brushed hair out of her eyes, picked her up, and moved them to sit on his office chair.

She sighed and snuggled into him. “Every time you or Jake touch me, I become a sex-crazed maniac.”

Zack kissed her forehead. “Just the way I like you.”

She smacked his chest, and he sat content and happier than he’d felt in years.

“I love your shop. It looks like you have some very talented artists.” She trailed her fingers over his chest. “Why haven’t you got any tattoos on your chest?”

Kissing her head, he held her tighter, loving the feel of her fingers. “At first I got my tats to piss of my parents at eighteen. Back then I only had one or two.”

Sandy grinned. “Oh, you were that type of teenager.”

He nodded. “Yep.”

She circled the brown bear in the woods that he had on his arm. “They’re amazing. The detail is awesome.”

“All of them are my design. I wanted to become an artist but… at the time when I got my first, it didn’t seem like the right choice for me, so I joined the army and served for almost ten years. That didn’t go down well with the family. You see, it’s okay to be a cop or detective, just not an everyday army grunt like I was. Well, anyway, I got out and thought I would try the art thing again. I got some more tats and was asked who designed them. After a while, I figured out it’s what I wanted to do.”

“I’m glad you found what you wanted to do and didn’t let your family dictate to you. Do you think you will do the rest of your body?”

Zack didn’t know if he would do much more of his body. He loved his tats but he didn’t want to be covered in them.

He looked down at his gorgeous mate, who he knew he’d fallen in love with. Since he’d mated her, she’d done things to him no other woman had, and she’d come and seen his business which was more than most of his family had ever done. He looked down at her as she traced his tattoos. A new tat started to come into his mind, and he knew just where he was going to put it.