Submitting to Her(65)

Padding back over to her, I smiled. "Nothing better."

"Nobody's ever made me come like you do."

"Nobody's ever inspired me to do so like you do."

Zoey nodded, and I wondered if she didn't somehow appreciate me a little more for knowing how I was - how she'd now molded me.

"I'm not just saying that," she said, talking while she kissed my belly. "With the few others I've been with, I hardly ever came, and when I did, it was like on or off. I either came or, usually, I didn't. With you, it's like there's a whole menu of different orgasms I could have."

Then she added: "Don't you think it's time for a little payback?"

She chuckled as she saw my semi-hard cock stiffen again at the thought, and the sight of her lying there touching herself enticingly.

Zoey licked her lips in clear invitation for me to come forward, and present my hardness for her enjoyment. As she lay there, I touched my rigid cock down to her eager mouth, which she opened to taste my tip, her tongue slipping out to swirl around my sensitive flesh.

"Mmm…" she moaned as she began licking my cock as though it were made of sugar.

She looked up at me with a sexy little smile, and then took my cock inside her hot, wet mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft, then withdrawing, only to sink down on me again.

She rolled over onto her front, pushing herself up a little so she could suck me with full force.

I held back her hair as she bobbed on my shaft, forming a loose ponytail in my fingers as she squeezed my manhood with her lips, her cheeks, that wonderful tongue. I couldn't help but let out a deep groan as she surrounded me in her irresistible heat.

I nearly lost myself as my hands gripped her pretty face, my hips beginning to respond to her near-brutal assault on my cock, so that I ended up fucking her mouth, using that oh-so-pretty face for my own ends - and she was encouraging me every minute.

But I did manage to hold back, just in time, before it all ended with a blowout in her mouth.

"What do you want?" she asked me softly, reminding me that it was my lead tonight.

I looked at her, somehow surprised she was granting me this incredible honor of having my way with her, in any way I wanted.

"Tell me," she insisted. "Tell me what you want, Aide."

"Your pussy," I said, the words seeming strange in my mouth, though seeming to light up her eyes as I said them. "I want to fuck your sweet pussy, Zoey. Right now."

"Thought you'd never ask."

I gave her room to position herself as she wanted, and she was soon on all fours, presenting her delectable rear to me, pale in the moonlight.

"Go slow," she said quietly. "I want to feel every inch."

"Can you wait while I find some protection?"

But she shook her head. "I think I trust you by now. I'm on the pill, you know."

Her pert butt was breathtaking just waiting for me there, cheeks so beautifully round, pussy so pretty with those tender pink folds. Kneeling up behind her, I nestled my rigid shaft between her cheeks, feeling the searing heat of her flesh, hearing her moan as she felt the form of my full hardness there, pressing against her sensitive pussy lips.

I used the tip of my cock to spread her moisture from her smoldering groove all over her outer lips, loving the slick sensation of gliding over her soft skin like that. Then I eased the tip of my cock inside her at last.

"Oh God, that's amazing," she breathed.

"You know you can have this as often as you like," I said, groaning a little as I slid myself the full way inside her slippery pussy.

"Oh, I know. But you know how crazy you get when I deny you for a while? It's so sexy seeing you like that."

"I think it actually makes me come harder when you do let me," I revealed.

She glanced back, grinning at her cruel streak. "You know, maybe we should get a little cage for your beast, so it really is only me that has the key to your release."

"I'm not sure about that…" I said, nervous that despite the progress we'd made in our relationship, there were dark ideas that could be just a little too kinky.

"I read about these sweet little steel ones - very hygienic, but sexy as hell," she said, frightening me not for the first time. "Apparently, every time you move, you feel the device and you remember you're owned. Imagine how distracted you'd be at the office!"

I gave an anxious little laugh, said: "You didn't hear about that guy who got stopped at Chicago O'Hare when he was found wearing one of those?"

She grinned, "I would let you out for special occasions."

"You really do have no shortage of filthy ideas, do you?"

"Isn't that why you love me so much?"

Well, I knew I had to take all this one step at a time - if there were things she wanted to try, we could try them and if they didn't work out, that would be that. But how could I complain in this kind of relationship?