Submitting to Her(42)

The chill was a shock to the system as I turned the handle and the water coursed all over me. I could see it amuse Zoey for a moment, before she hid her smile. I didn't mind - the heat kicked into the stream quite quickly, and to take my mind off it, I had the sight of a beautiful naked brunette standing in front of me.

"It's up to temperature," I announced once the water felt comfortably warm.

"Okay," she said, and now stepped into the little shower booth, embracing me under the warm water, pressing my hard cock up against the smooth skin of her belly. "Not bad, Jones," she said. "So, are you going to clean me up?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Her skin felt so wonderfully smooth and slippery as I applied her coconut-scented body wash, and scrubbed her body with my hands, making the most of the opportunity to touch almost every inch of her sweet curves, from her perky breasts to her round behind, including plenty of careful time lathering her up between her legs.

When I crouched to ensure her legs were washed, she laughed and pulled my face against her pussy. Kind of challenging, licking her there while the water coursed all down her body, but she didn't allow me much time before ordering me up again.

"Don't you want your reward, Jones?" she said, her voice softer than usual.

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."

She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, and I was completely taken aback at the sweetness of our connection.

She hadn't had anything to eat, she didn't have any flavored lipstick on or anything like that - how could her lips be so sugary like that? I suspected that my senses were overloaded - because she was so dazzlingly pretty, and her kiss so tender and soft, she was swamping my senses.

My cock was throbbing as it brushed against her stomach now, straining at the leash as she gently sucked on my lips and teased me with her tongue, her hands trailing down my bare chest.

When she broke away, I felt a pang of fear inside, that her kiss was, once again, what she meant for my reward, and only her kiss. But her hand now reached my hardness, and her fingers wrapped around my shaft, and as she looked at me, she bit her lip.

"Jones, you're magnificent, you know that?" she said, pumping it gently now, exploring my entire length. I felt such a buzz from her complement. "Time for that reward, huh?"

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, and she smiled at me before dropping into a crouch herself, to use her cheeks to caress my cock, rubbing my obscenely swollen organ all over her pretty face before slipping it in between her lips.

"Oh God..." I moaned as she grabbed the base of my hardness with one hand, and sucked the end deep into her mouth.

As she now bobbed her head on my cock, her other hand gripped my butt for leverage. Her heat and the contact with her wet mouth and tongue was sensational.

But then as I began to feel myself nearing the end, the powerful forces she was coaxing out of my whole body threatening to make me explode, she suddenly stopped.

"Did you enjoy your reward, Jones?" she asked, standing up.

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg," I said, forcing myself to stifle a groan.

"We'd better get on the road," she said. "I told my friends I'd go out for drinks with them tonight, and we've still got a two-hour journey to get home."





Chapter Fifteen





Zoey slept almost the entire journey home, but while I was positively quivering with sexual need as I drove, after she'd declined to allow me full release in our shower as I'd hoped, I was at least happy she'd shown me the kind of personal attention she had that morning.

I felt so fortunate. Merely lying there next to me in the car, she had a powerful effect on me. She was so beautiful, she filled the air of the vehicle interior with her fragrant perfume. All the way back to the city, I considered how thrilling it was to be with her, compared to any other woman. I thought about how it was to serve her, I dwelled on the few but exquisite kisses she had bestowed upon me.

But I also harbored the simmering fear that what happened with Brandon might not be a one-off. For all the thrill I'd experienced, I wasn't sure I could stand up to that kind of intense mix of emotions again.

Zoey awoke in time to help direct me back down to the end of I-83, past the downtown area then left up East Baltimore Street toward her apartment.

"It's been a good few days, Jones," she said as I dutifully carried her suitcase inside the little brick house on the end of the street.

"Yes, Ma'am, it has."

"Now, you're going to be a good boy this weekend, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am, of course."

I carried her case upstairs to her bedroom.

"And you know what being a good boy means?" she said as I came back downstairs.

"No touching."