Submitting to Her(90)

I shrugged, and realized my attitudes to women had changed so much since Zoey came along, and that even while we'd been seeing each other, my attitude to her had transformed.

"I like it that other men desire you. It fuels my ego," I said. "But it also makes you feel good, doesn't it Reminds you of your incredible sexual power."

She leaned back, hands reaching for the zip on her skirt, allowing me to help her out of it. I caught my breath as she opened her thighs again, and it was clear to me she'd shaved herself completely smooth down there for a change.

Open for me, she said: "I want you to go down on me Aiden. I've been waiting all conference for it."

She knew so well how giddy it made me when she explicitly asked for me to give her oral sex. It was such a wonderful experience in itself, but to know full well that she wanted it badly herself made it so much more rewarding.

I trailed my mouth down her stomach and began kissing gently over her mound, then down the upper limit of her thigh. Completely shaved, she was so very smooth down there. I do actually like it when she decides to go full bush - variety is the spice of life, after all - but had to admit it was easier to tend to her need when she was like this.

"Oh God, I need this," she breathed. "Lick my pussy, Aide, and I promise I'll tell you all about my evening."

"Yes, my goddess."

"Be gentle," she said - an unnecessary request considering my intentions, but I knew she meant she was already a little tender after her earlier activity.

I was on fire as I touched down on her beautiful pussy itself, easing the tip of my tongue along her slick groove to taste the scintillating tartness of her juices. I did treat her with kid gloves as I skirted around her sopping pussy, planting little kisses either side of her reddened folds as I took in the aftermath close-up, inhaling her strong fragrance as I marveled at just how turned on she'd been from this night. Was there anything as glorious in this world as a sexually satisfied woman? I probably said that before.

Zoey leaned back, tilting her head away from me to let out a long, low groan in response to my hot mouth pressing against her most sensitive parts, my tongue penetrating her, my top lip brushing her clit.

But then she pulled herself together, knowing the important part of our deal. She got to play, and I would help her fulfill her every sexual need - but she had to tell me all about it.

"Okay," she said, my nerves jangling in anticipation of hearing her talking dirty, let alone talking dirty about her own recent experiences. "So I guess you could say there were quite a few guys interested in buying me a drink after the conference was done…"

Flavored by my dedicated attention to her pussy, Zoey's clear soprano was so sexy as she began to recount her view of the evening, occasionally stopping to direct me this way or that in my oral attention. I took things slowly, giving her pleasure but not making it too intense, offering minimal, though occasional, contact with her clit - all to give her the space to detail exactly what went on, how she felt about it.

"…I was already so wet by the time we got to the bar, knowing I could take one of these guys any time I wanted…"

She spoke slowly, carefully, getting used to talking to me while I caressed her pussy with my face.

My cock throbbed as she explained how she had fended off unwanted attention from all kinds of men as she'd perched on her bar stool sipping a vodka tonic.

"Then there was this handsome guy, and I just couldn't say no," she murmured as she gently stirred her hips in response to my attentions. "He just had this presence, you know? Like no other man in that bar. I had to go with him."

She looked down at me, and I was beaming back at her. Encouraging her to go on with my eyes and my tongue.

She was emboldened. Well, we had talked about this. Talked about trying it, at least, even though she'd initially said no to actually doing it ever since our reconciliation. This was the first evening she'd ever decided to take advantage of the freedom she had with me.

She said: "I think he thought I was married, even though I didn't have a ring on. I guess I didn't discourage the idea - it seemed to only motivate him more."





*





They got up to the room, and she was a bundle of nerves.

She was brutally aroused, but at the same time incredibly anxious about whether this was all a mistake, what I would really think of her craving this, whether it would damage our relationship again after Brandon so nearly ended it all.

Her new man gave her Champagne to settle her spirits.

"You're married too?" she asked him, her eyes furtively flicking over his well-cut suit, subtle in their curiosity, yet unable to entirely conceal her need to know that her risk would be rewarded.