Submitting to Her (24 page)

"Come on," I said as I slotted the key into
my apartment front door, a hint or two of urgency in my voice as
she began slipping the buttons undone down her blouse.

She pouted. "You know, a real man would
probably enjoy seeing their hot girlfriend stripping off in
public."

I felt a strange warm feeling fill up my
chest at her use of the word 'girlfriend'. I guess we'd not really
properly described our relationship with such formal terms before,
but somehow it sparked a real bliss inside me right now.

I smiled, "If I was a 'real' man, as you put
it, you would have fired me long ago."

She laughed, and consented to my silent but
clearly signaled request for her to go inside.

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.

"Is that a good reward, sweetie?" she asked
me. I couldn't help but smile at her endearment, even as I
continued kissing and sucking on her glorious breasts, her hand on
the back of my head encouraging me.

"It's a wonderful reward," I replied, moving
to her other breast, her other nipple, loving how my fondling and
licking made her writhe and moan, my Aphrodite descended from
heaven.

And I was keen to start claiming my
reward.

I kissed my way down her heaving chest, and
onward down her shapely stomach and navel, kneeling down and
leaning back a little as my hands found her hips, my fingers the
waistband of her underwear.

"You don't waste any time," she joked, but
certainly wasn't preventing me from removing her panties - lifting
her hips to help me slip them effortlessly down her smooth thighs,
past her knees, down and off.

"I'm serious when it comes to rewards," I
said, and now gazed in unabashed wonderment as Zoey sat there
completely naked, her nipples so hard, straining upwards from her
pert breasts, one leg falling to the side to reveal the thrilling
sight of her open pussy.

I remained where I was, sitting on the
carpet, leaning in to kiss her just above her mound. Every breath
was laden with her spicy arousal, her feminine fragrance, her
coconut essence - I adored it. I intended to have my fill that
night.

She said, a strange note of uncertainty in
her voice: "You did hear me say you can do whatever you want with
me, right, Aide?"

I looked up at her and smiled. "I did," I
said, and gave her a long wet kiss just beside her glistening
folds. "This is what I want most, right now," I added. "I'll let
you know when I want something different."

She smiled, and now lay back, saying: "You're
a really special guy, you know that, Aide?"

And then her legs were apart for me, my hands
holding her hot, firm thighs as I indulged in my reward - kissing
around her smoldering slit, then running my tongue through the soft
slick folds of her beautiful pussy, tasting her salty, sharp
flavor, adoring every moment.

I'll admit - I took full advantage of both
her offer for me to do whatever I wanted with her, and the fact
that she was still highly affected by all the wine she'd enjoyed
that night - not to mention a crazy day that had started out with
the two of us going down on our CEO together.

I stayed there in my comfortable position on
the floor, feasting on her succulent pussy for a good while longer
than she'd ever let me before. I lost complete track of time as I
gorged myself on her, driving my tongue inside her, sopping up her
never-ending flow of tangy juices.

Perched on the edge of the couch seemed to be
the perfect position for me to worship her, to explore the center
of her womanhood and even experiment with what little tricks made
her respond most.

I'd served her often enough, but this was now
at my pace. I could slip my fingers inside her and caress her soft,
wet pussy with the time to learn where her most sensitive places
were to be found.

Perhaps calmed by the alcohol, or simply from
her decision to lie back and let me do as I pleased, she seemed
happy to go along with my slow, explorative approach, though she
encouraged me along by the way she writhed as I touched her, the
way her chest heaved as she breathed so deeply, the way she licked
her lips when she looked down into my eyes and the way she quietly
called out my name in wonderment as I found just the right way to
find her bliss.

She came once, twice, three times - and there
was no mistaking it. My lips locked around her sensitive little
clit, the heat of my wet mouth surrounding her button as I sucked
and licked around it, taking care not to overdo the direct contact
- that was the first. Her body quivering, rocking uncontrollably as
she cried out without holding back. Other times, she seemed to come
unexpectedly, like when I nudged up against a particular place
inside her, and she snapped her hand down around my wrist to make
damn-well-sure I kept doing that a while.

What unsurpassed beauty I beheld as I sat
there between her thighs, having my wicked way with her.

It was seriously late when I took a break for
an ice-cool drink of water from the kitchen.

Zoey lay full out on the couch as she watched
me head behind the counter to fetch a glass, her body still
squirming - almost dancing as she lay there - as the endorphins
continued to circulate in her system.

"That was the most amazing thing," she said,
lying there, her hand slipping down between her legs almost as if
to check she wasn't dreaming the sensations I'd provoked between
her thighs.

The cool, cool water felt glorious going
down, as I appreciated her exquisite form lying there like some
kind of fine art, beaming up at me with unbridled joy, giggling,
laughing, completely on fire.

"You really do like to do that, huh? Even
when it's all up to you?"

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.