As I explored her hips and inner thighs, turning her this way and that as though she was my own personal sex doll, I enjoyed her candy perfume, her girlish figure. Yet somehow, although she was letting out little sighs and groans at my touch, I got the sense that whatever I did to her, she'd let out those same sounds.
It was no achievement to give her pleasure, somehow.
I stopped myself from thinking about it, knowing that my thinking was coming back round to the fact that making love to Zoey - worshipping her as I had tried to do - had been everything to do with achievement. It wasn't that it had been more difficult to give her pleasure, but she'd been more demanding, brighter, more independent. Making her sigh and cry and moan and writhe on a bed had meant so much more.
It burned inside that I had walked away from all that. What a fool I had been. There must have been a way I could have coped with her ongoing obsession with Brandon. I could have somehow made the demand that she was not going to let him physically hurt her any longer.
I snapped myself out of my daze, only to find that I'd unconsciously rolled down Taylor's leggings - and her panties, and was now rubbing her bare pussy, coaxing her with my fingers.
God, she was so limp, she'd even let my unconscious self strip her virtually naked. I hadn't even noticed.
Taylor lay on her back, but her hips and legs were turned to the side, revealing her pert behind as well as her little pink pussy. I kissed her cheeks while my fingers sought out her soft folds and the wetness that was very apparent already, breathing in the earthier scent of her arousal along with the constant syrupy sweetness of her perfume.
There wasn't a hint of hair anywhere on her body, and her pussy was waxed clear. With her copious juices, it was easy for me to sink two fingers inside her. The penetration made her gasp, but I wanted more.
"What're you doing?" she asked, sounding a little dazed.
"Whatever I want, isn't that what you said?"
"I guess…"
I think if this had been one of the previous occasions I'd been with Taylor, the very next move would have been replacing my fingers in her tightness with my cock. Really, she was pretty enough, she was certainly wet enough, so in I'd be.
In that moment, it was easy to see just how much I'd been changed by Zoey. She'd opened my eyes. I now craved more - I wanted to taste this girl lying before me, I wanted to feast on her, I ultimately realized that I wanted to please her - force her out of her fakery into real unadulterated satisfaction.
Off came my top and my t-shirt, leaving me bare-chested to strip off her leggings and panties fully, before parting her thighs and sinking onto her open flower.
"Hey what? Oh…"
A gasp as she felt the heat of my mouth now close on her sensitive folds, my tongue emerge to delve into her slit and flicker over her clit, my fingers to slip inside her to support. She hadn't been expecting this at all, though she was happy enough to lie there on her back accepting it, moaning as I continued to devour her hairless pussy, appreciating the savory tang of her plentiful wetness as she gripped my head firmly with her highly-manicured hands.
Though she was no Zoey, she did make cute little noises born from surprise and enlightenment as I showed her more attention and focus than she'd probably received from all her previous dates combined.
I think merely in showing her the possibilities that a man can achieve with his mouth, rather than any other part of his anatomy, it felt like some kind of achievement. That, at least, was distracting for me.
It amused me that she started off by making the kind of noises she thought I wanted to hear, the kind of responses she believed would make me think I was some kind of love god - and after a few moments of tenderly licking and sucking her pussy, her acting had fallen away and she was simply giving in to the sensations rushing throughout her system - and her writhing and groaning and shuddering and gasping bore witness to the true feelings I was giving her.
"Oh God, Aiden... oh my sweet Lord…"
There was a fair amount of blaspheming from the former Baptist girl. Afterwards, I think she must have thought she'd had some kind of religious experience.
I nearly suggested that she had Zoey to thank for that particular orgasm. The sudden memory of my dark-haired goddess speared me right through the heart.
I almost missed Taylor bouncing up from the bed, saying brightly: "My turn?"
Taylor pulled my pants down only enough to free up my cock, to which she reacted with a suitably delighted squeal as though it were a favorite toy finally returned to her.
I looked at her, thinking how Zoey would probably have finished up by now, after making her come. She'd keep me in denial until I really, really needed release. This seemed somehow cheap.