“Let’s take this dress off, butterfly.” He gently coaxed me to my feet, reached around and unzipped. My dress floated down and pooled around my sandals, which I promptly kicked off. The bra was built into the dress, so his eyes were drawn immediately to my bare breasts and my nipples, which were hard, pink nubs standing at attention.
“Ahhh, fuck. Zoey. I missed this. God, I missed you,” Ty hissed, cupping my breast and rubbing his thumb all around my puckered peak. Bending down, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, nipping it slightly with his teeth. Sensation shot straight between my legs and I whimpered, gripping his hair and holding him to my breast so he could lavish it with attention.
I practically begged, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ty.”
Wordlessly, Ty picked me up and carried me across the living room down the hall through a large double door into a luxurious master bedroom. Striding to his king-size, modern canopy bed, Ty backed himself to the fluffiest white comforter I’d ever seen and sat with me on his lap, straddling him. I smoothed his hair and our lips met passionately. He cupped my breasts, one in each hand.
“I’m clean, Zoey. I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time, and I’ve been tested more than once.” Ty looked me in the eyes and thumbed my puckered nipples, his long, heavy cock stiff in between his belly and mine. “Can you trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you. I’m clean too, and I’m still on the pill.” I gripped his thick girth in my hand.
“Fuuuuuck.” Ty watched me slowly stroke him and put his hand over mine to help. “I never want there to be anyone or anything between us again.”
“Me either.”
Ty scooted back a little farther on the bed, so his back rested against the headboard. Still straddling him, I slicked my pussy against his bare cock so it teased against my sensitive folds. My clit was so hard it pulsed. Hungrily we devoured each other’s mouths, the buildup becoming too much.
Reaching down between us, Ty fisted himself and rubbed his crown against my opening to stimulate me even more. I was so wet and ready for him, but his cock hadn’t been inside me in nearly a decade. Suspecting my slight hesitation, Ty was careful to go slow and guided the fat tip inside, allowing me time to adjust to him until we become fully joined. Gradually, I sank all the way on top of him, marveling at the view of his thickness disappearing into me.
Once he was all of the way inside, Ty held me against him with one hand on the small of my back, giving me exquisite pressure on my pubic bone when his hips thrust up into me. His other thumb snuck between us, circling my distended nub, which sent my own hips into a frenzy. I rode him hard. Our lovemaking became desperate and almost feral. We ground our bodies faster and more urgently together. Ty shifted his angle, and the crown of his penis hit my deep, magic spot, but he continued briskly circling my clit, igniting every nerve ending in my body. My climax was so deep and intense that I clenched forcefully around his girth like a vise.
“Ahhh, baby. Oh, my fucking God. Zoey.” Ty’s eyes squeezed shut and his face went slack when he canted his hips and exploded his own hot flood of release deep inside me.
Overcome with exhaustion and the emotion of the day, I slumped across his chest, feeling him still throbbing. He clutched my hips and placed sweet kisses all over my face while rocking me slowly back and forth against him, triggering several small mini-orgasms around his softening cock.
We stayed joined for a while, not willing to lose our connection. Eventually, Ty slipped out of me and I missed him immediately. Nestling into his side with my arms around him, breathing in the mixture of his grapefruit and leather smell, my floral perfume, and our love, I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I love you, Zoey,” Ty whispered against my hair. “I want to wake up with you here, this time. Don’t leave me again.”
“I love you too, Ty. Nothing or no one will ever make me leave you again.”
Chapter 14
TYSON
The incredible feeling of Zoey’s pink tongue lapping at the head of my dick was a much better way of waking up than our last sleepover. Stretching like a cat, I flexed my legs and flung one arm over my head, stroking her hair with my other hand, just watching. She sucked me to the back of her throat, using her tongue to lick and tease me to insanity. Soon my balls were tingling, and my hips were bucking, driving myself deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag a little.
“Come up here, butterfly, that is mind-blowing, but I want to be inside you.” I pulled her to my side and kissed her deeply.
“I have a birthday present for you, but I forgot it and I didn’t want to leave the bed until you woke up, so I thought you might like a blowie.” She traced my nipple with her finger.
“You are my birthday present, the best one I’ve ever had, and a blowie is the icing on the cake,” I teased, rolling her over. Cradling her head with my arms, I licked and kissed down the side of her neck, remembering how hot it used to make her.
Zoey moaned and writhed against my erection nestled between us. She reached around, gripped my ass and pulled me against her pussy, opening herself to me. Like a homing missile, my cock rubbed through her slickness, seeking its destination. I reached down and gripped myself to tease her clit with my crown.
“You’re so wet for me, Z.” I couldn’t help but surge against her warm heat and easily push all the way inside. She took me much easier this morning.
“Perpetually. Have you seen yourself?”
“Ahh, God, baby.” I sank into her deeply, palming under her firm thigh and running my hand down the back of her leg until I gripped her ankle and bent her leg to surge in even farther. She was my home.
Our bodies ground and slapped together, only the sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Zoey rubbed her clit with two fingers, taking control of her own pleasure. Watching her touch herself always made me lose my friggin’ mind. “Babe, I can’t hold back much longer,” I continued to buck into her wildly, now against her fingers. Within seconds she gasped and contracted around me so tightly I had no choice but to let go and empty inside her.
“You’re a sex god,” Zoey panted after I recovered enough to pull out and flop to her side.
“Hardly.” Laughing, I went into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us up, but she followed me into the master bathroom, gazing around in awe.
“The shower is like a friggin’ car wash for ten people!” She gleefully stepped into the walk-in, charcoal-tiled shower with eight body jets and two large rain showers and whirled around naked and glorious. “Take a shower with me, I promise to wash your back.”
Needing no other incentive, I turned on each nozzle one at a time, hungrily ogling her gorgeous body. She giggled joyfully each time a new jet ignited. Joining her under the cascading waterfalls, I used my grapefruit bodywash to explore her nakedness, under the guise of washing her clean, enjoying immensely how her nipples responded to my light touch.
Goosebumps broke out all over her arms when I soaped her up, despite the warm temperature of the water. Squeezing some wash into the palm of my hand, I crouched and stroked up and down her legs, my face level with her bare pussy. Holding her steady, I took a big lick across her seam.
“This is my new favorite room in your house,” Zoey squealed, clinging to my head, holding me against her.
Zoey pumped bodywash into her hand and with a sneaky grin, rubbed it all up and down my shoulders and chest. Loving the sight of her shiny, purple nails skimming over me, I reached for her, but she evaded my embrace.
“No, no—It’s my turn.”
Slowly and sensually, she washed me, caressing my back, arms, and hands, leaving no inch of my skin untouched. She kneeled in front of me, her hands trailing down my stomach then across the backs of my thighs, then my calves and up the front of my legs, stopping at my cock, which was now, once again, standing at full attention. Looking up at me with a gleam in her eye, she sucked my tip shallowly inside her mouth and I thrust inside her cheek a few times before I had a better idea
and pulled back.
Taking a seat on the expansive, tiled shower bench, I turned Zoey around to sit on my lap, facing the same direction as me, my erection firm against her back.
Reaching up over her head, Zoey clasped her arms behind my neck, causing her plump tits to jut out when she wiggled her ass against my cock.
“Baby, you’re so gorgeous.” I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her taut nipples and down her stomach. I placed her legs over each of my thighs so she was spread wide, exposing her pussy completely. Holding her tight against my dick with one arm, I pumped two fingers in and out of her with my other hand. She gasped, pushing back against me.
“Yes, oh God, Ty.” Zoey clung to my neck while I suckled on her earlobe. The mirror above the vanity reflected our naked bodies writhing together and my fingers inside her. She caught my eyes in the glass and with both of us watching in the reflection, I fisted my cock, pumping it first and then slowly guiding it into her from behind. Her eyes closed in ecstasy when I impaled her.
The visual in the mirror was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, her legs wide open, draped over mine, me thrusting up into her as I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. I sucked and licked my beautiful girl’s neck until her back arched against me and rolled her hips uncontrollably. The showerheads sprayed in all directions.
We watched ourselves fucking, our noisy moans amplified in the cavernous bathroom. Wrapping my arm around her small waist, I rubbed her clit furiously the way she loved, while ramming up into her like a wild man until she screamed out as wave after wave catapulted her over the top. Her climax took me with her, and I came so hard my head hit the back of the wall.
Spent, she collapsed back against me. I kissed her flushed cheeks and wound my arms around her body.
“Are you okay?” She reached up and rubbed the back of my head.
“Ohhh yeahhh. That was intense, sooooo good.” I buried my face in her neck, no damage done.
Zoey tilted her head back against my neck and sighed, “well, I must say, that’s a well-placed vanity mirror, sir.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” I took her lips in a long, deep kiss. “God, I love you.”
“You’re so wild, you’ve gotten so good at this, I love all of your rock-star sex tricks.” Zoey stood, looking for a towel.
“What do you mean?” My voice was sharp, what she said hit a nerve.
“It’s okay, Ty, I know you were with a lot of girls over the years,” Zoey playfully nudged me with her shoulder then turned away to grab a towel and wrap it around herself. “You’ve taken your sexy factor to an entirely different level since we were together.”
She wasn’t wrong, but all the wind went out of my sails after our incredible night and morning, which for me was easily the most mind-blowing sexual connection I’d ever had. For the past couple of weeks, when I knew I would sing that song to her, my dreams of our reunion were of expressing our love, devotion, and recommitment to each other. I thought we’d pick up where we left off, the past behind us. It cut deep that she so flippantly brought up my sordid history.
Desperate to get things back on track, I tugged her to my wet, naked body and cupped the back of her head, “It’s only you, Zoey. There is no one else.”
“I’m not saying anything bad, Ty. It’s just that it’s different now, more intense.” She looked confused.
Recalling the mostly faceless, nameless women whom I’d used to forget Zoey was impossible. I wasn’t going to apologize, but I wasn’t proud of my behavior either.
I released her, grabbed a towel and dried off. “Yeah, well. Let’s not do this.”
“No. No, I didn’t mean it like that. You can’t feel bad about the time we were apart. Please don’t feel bad.” Zoey reached for my hand, trying to make eye contact, which I avoided.
I didn’t know what to say, the lump in my throat was thick because of how pissed I was at myself for going against my principles back then. I stood naked and truly vulnerable in front of the only woman I would ever love, for the first time in years, and I hated that after our incredible love-making over the past few hours her thoughts were about me fucking women other than her. That was on me, though.
“What you said made me feel thoroughly fucking ashamed, Zoey.” I moved away to finish drying off.
“Oh God, I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t you understand? I turned into my mother for a while. I used women for years to forget you. It was disgusting behavior.”
Zoey’s eyes pooled with tears. “You’re not disgusting, you’re the most considerate, thoughtful, wonderful man I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t feel that way.”
“Tyson, what we just did, how we are together is beautiful.”
“That’s what I thought too.” I shook my head.
She reached for my hand again and took it when I didn’t offer it. “I was so rude to joke, it’s just that I’m a bit insecure about my competition. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I can’t bear it. I’ll leave if you want me to.”
“You have no competition, Z. I never want you to leave.” I still looked at the floor as I adjusted the towel around my waist. “I can’t change what happened. It happened.”
“I know.” She blinked at me and let out a big breath of resignation.
“Look. I take responsibility. But it was a long time ago. You’re so precious to me. I don’t want you to ever feel like there has ever been anyone but you.”
“Ty, if we are going to try to be together, we need to stop apologizing about what happened in our past and work on trusting each other and knowing who we are now. I promise not to hold anything against you because everything you’ve been through has brought you back to me.” Zoey squeezed my hand, willing me to believe her before taking me in her arms.
“Oh, baby.” I clung to her, my wet hair dripping on her shoulders.
“Shhhh. Ty, it’s okay.” Zoey quietly led me back into the bedroom. We lay down on the bed and just held each other tightly for a while. My mind raced, I thought I had dealt with all my insecurities in therapy and it would be easy to just jump right in and erase all the years in between us being together. My heart was beating out of my chest, scared shitless that I was fucking things up for good with Zoey.
After a while both of our stomachs were growling. Grabbing some board shorts, I gave Zoey one of my T-shirts to wear and we padded into the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat. I prepared a fine meal of cold cereal for both of us and waited for the kettle to boil for tea. Zoey folded up our discarded clothes from the night before. Reaching in her purse, she plucked out a medium-size box wrapped in black-and-white paper with a red bow.
“This is for you. Happy birthday.” She held it out to me, her wary smile not quite reaching her eyes. I took it from her and opened it. Inside was a fountain pen and a notebook with a handmade cover made up of red and orange butterflies. “I made it, who knows, maybe you can write some new songs about us.”
“It’s perfect.” I traced the butterflies with my finger. Touched at her thoughtfulness, I folded her into my arms. “I’d love to write new songs about us.”
Zoey looked up at me, adorable with no makeup and damp hair curling around her face. “I’m sorry for being an asshole. What we did last night and this morning, how incredibly connected we are when we make love is special. I know there is no one else for either of us.”
“I’ve never had anything close. I’ve never brought any woman to this house. Well, other than the cleaning service, my publicists, and our management team.” I held up a finger and gestured between us to emphasize a point. “How we are together, the connection, the intensity is beyond anything I even remembered.”
“It was so hot, watching you inside me. If I wasn’t so sore from your big dick, I’d be climbing you like a tree right now.” Zoey always had a knack for breaking a tense mood with humor.
“Well there’s plenty of other things we can do w
hile you recover.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, scooping her into my arms, when my front door swung open and I scrambled around to shield my pants-less girl from whoever dared enter without knocking.
“Wakey wakey, you never answered my texts and it’s time to hit the gym, big guy.” My trainer Eric waltzed in through the door, stopping when he saw me in front of Zoey.
“Tyson Rainier, I never thought I’d see the day when I caught you with a woman in your house. Who is this lovely young lady?”
“Eric, meet Zoey. Zoey meet Eric. Now, get the fuck out. I’ll get changed and meet you outside.”
Right before he exited, Eric turned around and screamed, “Holy shit, are you Z?”
“Out!” I yelled with a smile, and Eric shut the door.
Zoey looked at me with utter confusion. “You have a training session today?”
“Yeah, I’m on a strict routine to make sure I’m in shape for the movie premiere in New York and Christmas show in LA so we can go out with a bang before our long break,” I explained.
“Oh. You didn’t mention going on a break.” Zoey tugged my T-shirt down to cover herself.
I’d forgotten that she didn’t know my schedule, how could she? Shit. I took her hand as we walked back into my bedroom so I could get changed.
“Yeah, we are taking a year off next year. At least. We are all exhausted.” I shrugged.
“Wow.” She watched me as I pulled on my gym clothes.
“Yeah, being on the road isn’t as glamourous as it might seem, it’s strenuous. And I need to live a little, work on the foundation, recharge.”
“No, I get that. It’s just that after Joe took me off your foundation, a headhunter contacted me with a lot of potential opportunities. I’m hoping to find a new job where I’m appreciated. All I’ve done for three years is work, work, work and I’m ready to capitalize and make more money.” Zoey flopped on the bed.
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