Oh how sexy were the little noises she made, the quiet gasping for breath, the soft sighs and moans, the purrs as I enveloped her sensitive flower and her little pink bud in the heat of my mouth. How I loved to lap up her juices. Yet it all seemed to end too soon - I wanted more, but the little shimmy of her divine body told me in no uncertain terms I'd given her a speedy climax. I was getting too good at this - I was too familiar with the ways to push her over the edge. I needed to learn how to prolong things, to keep her happy while I satisfied my own inner selfishness.
I actually felt disappointment as Zoey pushed herself up from the desk, her flush spreading over her face and chest, further confirmation that she'd come, albeit via a fairly mild climax.
But she stayed there, propping her weight on her elbows again, and now one hand stroked my cheek before running through my hair.
"Do you enjoy that, Jones?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"If I wasn't ordering you to do it, would you want to? Eat me, I mean?"
"As often as you'd let me," I said, now rubbing my whole face over her soaking pussy as if to prove my point, grinning like a devil as I coated my cheeks and my chin and even my forehead in her slick wetness.
I added: "When I'm not with you, I dream about this."
She smiled warmly, and said: "I have a present for you, Jones. Have a quick look in my top drawer."
I drew a last sweep of my tongue all the way along her slippery pussy lips, and then reached around and underneath her to edge open the drawer to which she referred.
Now it was my turn to gasp, as I saw a small box of condoms sitting on top of a stack of papers.
"It's time to consummate our relationship, Jones," she said, flickering flames in her eyes.
I stood now, placing my hard cock over her pussy so it rested in her groove while I withdrew a single latex sheath from its packaging. I could feel my heart hammering against my sternum, my whole body full of electricity at the prospect of full union with this exquisite creature lying before me.
I rolled the clear plastic over my rigid flesh, and looked up to find Zoey waiting eagerly for me to finally get on the scoresheet with her.
"Fuck me, Jones," she said in a husky half-whisper. "Fuck me, now."
I stroked the tip of my sheathed cock around her outer pussy lips and over her clit, brushing it over her little triangle of hair before circling it around her pink opening to tease out her moisture. Then I was running it along her slick vale, from base to clit.
And my tip slipped gently inside her, drawing out a deep moan as I entered her for the first time.
I couldn't help but moan myself at the extraordinary feelings swamping my system as my own cock moved inside her most personal space, filling her tightness, crushed by her intense heat, its passage eased by her plentiful lubrication.
Now grabbing her thighs, I edged forward to fill her with my length, my hardness fully immersed in her tight pussy.
"Jones…" she gasped, breathless, as though my penetration had expelled all the air from her chest.
I paused to take in the extraordinary sight of my full length buried in this perfect example of femininity.
She looked up at me with wide eyes, the kind of blissful adoration in her pretty face that made any amount of suffering I'd needed to get here completely bearable and worthwhile.
Zoey opened her mouth and let out a long soprano groan as I began to move inside her, my hands now reaching forward to sweep over her breasts and graze over those violently hard nipples of hers.
Then she was looking down at me, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with each gasping breath, her eyes and mouth open as she gazed at me, as though shocked at how incredible it felt to have my cock filling her after all this time, pressing against every part of her pussy as she squeezed around me.
"Oh that feels amazing… I should never have held out so long…"
Her breathing was labored as I moved within her. I was able to pace myself, occasionally withdrawing to calm things down, nudging my slippery cock against her clit, before circling her pussy lips again and slipping back inside.
She pushed herself up on her elbows again to watch me penetrating her, and looked up into my gaze, hitting me once more with just how pretty she was, how stunning were her dark brown eyes. Then she was pushing herself up completely, and I had to take a step back, wondering if this was it, if she was going to deny me an orgasm again, as she had before so many times.
But hopping down onto the floor, she said: "Come inside me, Jones. Do it."
And then she turned to bend over the desk, lifting one knee over its corner, allowing me to re-enter her delightfully tight pussy from behind, my hands on her hip and lower back as I thrust into her again.