There was no time for a tour as I showed her into my apartment. As soon as we were inside the sanctity of my living room. Zoey jumped on me, flinging her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders before pulling me in for a kiss.
"You like it when I'm a little tipsy?" she asked, smiling as we briefly broke our kiss so she could look at me.
"Actually, I do," I said. "I like it a lot."
She was a touch aggressive in kissing my mouth, but I didn't mind. Change it up, that was good. She tasted of the white wine she'd been drinking all night, and I found I appreciated the vintage more that it was in her mouth. She was so stunning, one leg wrapped around my thigh, her body so hot around me as she pressed herself against my already hard cock.
I found a place where I could kneel, and she could perch on the edge of our couch, so I didn't exhaust myself in a matter of seconds.
"So was it okay that I invited us along on the Friday night out?" she asked me, and now happily seated began to unfasten the buttons of my shirt.
"Sure it was okay. I think my friends like you a lot."
She laughed, "You have great friends, Jones."
"They certainly enjoyed dancing with you," I chuckled.
"You like watching me with other men?"
"I don't know… I'm not sure when it's my friends."
She put a hand down between my thighs, and I felt it feeling out my sizable erection. "I don't know if I entirely believe you," she teased, and now slipped my open shirt over my shoulders, before peeling it down my arms and off.
"I guess watching you do anything is pretty hot," I said, trying to explain the curious mix of feelings inside me.
"You're so sweet," she said, sweeping her hands over my bare skin, up around my neck as she kissed me again, her lips so sugary against mine, despite the tang of wine lingering in her mouth. She said: "You know I love you, Jones."
It didn't matter that she'd said it before, just then it felt like the first time she'd said the L-word to me, all over again. Blessed heat blooming inside me, as my every cell rejoiced.
I said quietly: "I know."
She said, "I admit that time I let Brandon have me in front of you - that was to get back at you for what you did to me."
She was repeating herself, of course, the alcohol dulling her memory about what we'd discussed before. I didn't mind. Leaning back from me, she looked up at me with a pair of little-girl-lost innocent eyes, and I couldn't possibly be even the slightest bit annoyed at her.
"I know, you said before. I deserved it," I said.
Another kiss. Everything was fine after one of her blissful smooches.
But then she said: "I did love having you watching, though, Jones."
"Is that right?"
"Didn't you see me come like crazy?" she grinned.
Now I pulled off her blouse, up over her head since it wasn't one that opened in the front. And then we both fumbled with her bra - me because I'm a guy, and it doesn't matter how many one night stands I'd had since college, I still hadn't mastered the easy bra catch-flick that apparently was possible. Oh, and her because she still had so much dry white wine floating around her system.
Oh God, she was magnificent. She paused for effect, letting my eyes feast on her bare breasts and hard nipples before reaching one hand around to the back of my neck to pull me in for another deep kiss.
"I had a good time tonight," she said in between sucking on my lips and trying to force her tongue inside my more-than-willing mouth.
"Me too," I said.
"You should get a reward," she said, and then laughed again, clearly feeling the response of my manhood to her suggestion. "Somebody likes that idea," she said.
"What can I say? You give good rewards." I didn't add that she also gave horrific punishments.
Kissing her neck gently, breathing in her fragrant perfume blended with the underlying soft sweet scent of her signature coconut, I ran my hands all over her exquisite curves, awestruck by the softness of her skin, the heat from her body. My hands seemed to fall naturally to her butt, fingers slipping under her as she sat there on the edge of the couch, and I was pulling her to me, crushing my hard cock against the heat emanating through the thin black material of her panties.
Zoey let out a long, deep moan, and leaned back, allowing me to kiss down her chest to the rise of her breasts, my hands moving up now to support them and appreciate their shape as I kissed her there, tasting her lightly salted flesh and swirling my tongue around her sensitive, so-stiff nipples.
"You can do anything you like with me tonight," Zoey said with a sensual sigh. "That's your reward, Aiden."
Her use of my first name in this context of the two of us alone together was a strong signal to me. We were just boyfriend and girlfriend for the rest of the night, and that was just fine with me for now.