Eventually, while she still slept, I was up and slipping on my old shirt and pants, then my shoes, without bothering with socks or underwear. Taking care I had the room key with me, I headed out of the room and down to the hotel's front desk, to ask discretely for a late check-out for myself and Zoey.
Another hour or two of contented slumber next to her, and it was past noon when she finally stirred.
"What time is it? We have to check out," she murmured sleepily, rolling over onto her back.
"We're okay. I asked for a late check-out."
A broad smile grew across her pretty face. "Clever boy," she purred, "I think that might deserve a reward."
My heart leapt. Something else did, too.
"But first," she said, "I think I need a little service, don't you?"
Lying there on the bed, she peeled back the bed sheet to reveal her stunning body, in all its naked glory.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, dutifully moving between her legs to kiss my way along her parting thighs towards her exquisite tender pinkness.
"Good boy."
Her skin bore the scent of soap along with the overall aroma of her fragrance, making me recall her late-night shower, and specifically the reason she had taken it. Had I really watched as another man did those things to her?
"Oh, quit with the teasing, Jones," she moaned, "just lick my pussy, will you?"
A little quiver of excitement shot down my spine at her demand for me to do the very thing I most craved. Is there anything hotter than a woman asking her guy to get down there? I gently held her upper thighs and parted her legs further, then I was kissing up along her outer pussy lips, breathing in the first earthy traces of her arousal as they broke through the soap-and-perfume veneer.
Oh, how sexy to be between the thighs of such a beautiful woman, running my tongue gently along her slick groove, sucking her tender petals inside my mouth, nibbling on her folds as she began to get really wet, lapping up her sweet juices like a confirmed addict. Tending to my own need as well as her own.
"Oh, Jones…that's it… oh, God..."
But this time, as I marveled at her beauty and the sensual extravaganza as I worshipped her pretty pussy, I also had the dizzying thought running through my head that another man's cock had defiled her the previous night, stretching apart these delicate velvet folds to force its way inside.
The thought caused a sharp shard of pain to slice into my heart. Yet for some reason it also thrilled me, though I wasn't sure why.
Perhaps I was a masochist. Perhaps it was just the exhilaration of really feeling something, after what seemed like years of a mediocre existence. Perhaps it was the lingering knowledge that while she had used another man as a sex toy, it had taken my presence for her to come. Having me watching her - that had taken her to heaven and back, not Brandon's performance.
Whatever it was causing it, for some reason the excruciating pain of betrayal and rejection and jealousy somehow made me hard as a rock as I feasted on the succulent sex of my goddess.
"Like that, like that, just like that... oh don't stop, don't you dare!"
She came, of course. That may seem like bragging, but after so much intense connection with her, I was becoming an expert in getting her off, knowing exactly how best to draw out the perfect crescendo with a little flick of my tongue at the right time, the right force as I sucked her clit, the precise location when I slipped my fingers inside her to hit her magic button.
"Oh, Jones… oh, Jones…"
Gasping and bucking and groaning and screwing up her face as she shuddered around me, her pussy flooding with her tangy nectar.
Brandon had never made her come like that. He'd never made her come at all, not until she'd had me watching.
"You definitely deserve your reward after that," she said breathlessly, eyeing my powerfully erect cock, and the fact she was looking at my hardness with lust in her eyes only made it throb all the more forcefully.
But then she added: "Oh, but we have to get going, don't we? We can't waste the whole day in a hotel room."
Silently, I groaned.
"Maybe if you're a good boy and you help me take a shower, we'll have a moment or two for your reward."
My heart swelled.
I dutifully followed her through into her room for the shower, my insides buzzing with the thought of what might happen, my granite-like cock straining for release.
"Get in and turn the water on," she ordered. "I don't want to join you until it's a nice temperature."
I did as I was told, and making as if to step to the side of the shower to avoid the ice-cold water when first turning on the flow, I saw her shake her head firmly, no. I took a deep breath, and stood, as she wanted me to, directly under the showerhead.