Page 94 of Taming You

A stray tear falls down her cheek. “That was weeks ago,” she whispers.

“Zoey, when I said I was in this with you, I meant it. I want it all with you. I want you to move in, make this place yours, ours. One day, I’ll get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. We’ll get married, and then I want to fill this house with kids.” My hand finds her stomach, flattening over it. “I can’t wait to watch you grow our kids. Please tell me you want all of that.”

She nods so vigorously I’m not sure how it doesn’t hurt her neck. “All of it. I want all of it, Matt. I want the house, the marriage, the babies, with you. Only you.”

I kiss her, slowly this time. I have the whole night, hell, the rest of my life to devour her. Right now, I want to take my time, to show her how much she means to me. My lips move across her jaw and down her neck.

“You look absolutely amazing in this dress,” I say as my hand finds the slit and makes its way up her leg. “When I first saw you tonight, I thought about how good it’s going to look on the floor of my bedroom.”

Her head falls back as she grants me better access to her neck and chest. My lips continue to move across her soft skin.

“Why don’t we go see if you’re right,” she says as I nip at her shoulder.

“I think we should start right here,” I say against her skin as my hands grip the fabric of her dress and slowly bring it up her legs. “I think I want to taste you right here on the kitchen island where you’re supposed to eat meals.”

Her hands find the counter, and she pushes herself up onto it and spreads her legs. “Eat me then, Matthew. Devour me like I’m your favourite fucking meal.”

“Gladly,” I say as I push her dress up enough to show me the black lace panties waiting underneath. My finger hooks under the fabric between her legs and pulls it to the side before my fingers slide into her. “So wet for me.”

She kisses me as her hips roll into my hand. “Now put your mouth where it’s supposed to be,” she says as she breaks the kiss, and I grin as I lean down and run my tongue through her wetness. She falls back on her elbows as she watches me.

I do exactly as I’m told and devour her. I bring her to the edge until she’s trembling beneath me and pull back, allowing her orgasm to fade before I have her chasing her release again. When I go to bring her back from the edge, her hand comes to my head, and she grips my hair painfully tight as she holds my head still. The fact that she knows exactly what she wants and is willing to take it from me is such a turn on. Everything Zoey does is such a fucking turn on. I’ll never get enough of her.

I bring her over the edge, loving the way she calls my name over and over as the orgasm ripples through her. It’s so strong she can’t hold herself up and more as she falls back against the island. Pride washes through me that I just made her do that.

I don’t even let her catch her breath before I’m dragging her across the counter until her feet are on the ground and I can throw her over my shoulder. I quickly make my way up the stairs, pulling her heels off and dropping them beside the bedroom door then placing her beside the bed. The second her feet touch the floor, she’s kissing me. My hand finds the back of her dress, and I pull down the zipper, allowing the dress to pool at her feet. I undo the clip that’s been holding her hair and toss it to the side.

She steps out of the dress, kicking it to the side, and I take a step back, taking in every inch of her. Her skin is flush and looks amazing against the black of her matching bra and panties. Her lips are swollen from our kiss as a mischievous grin spreads across them.

“What are you thinking, Bug?’

“I’m remembering standing here while you crawled to me.”

I bite my lip, getting harder in my dress slacks. Zoey is the only woman I will ever crawl for, and if she wants me to do it again, I will.

“Are you asking me to crawl for you again?”

She nods, her pupils dilating even more, if that’s possible. “I want you do it naked, though.”

I loosen my tie and pull it over my head, tossing it across the room before slowly undoing the buttons of my shirt then pulling it off and dropping it. I pull my socks off and take my time undoing my belt and my dress slacks before shoving them down my legs with my boxer briefs, my erection popping free, and kicking them to the side.

Standing in front of her fully naked, I drop to my knees and then my hands and slowly make my way towards her. I let her enjoy every second of it.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I say.

“You’ve never looked hotter than you do right now, crawling to me like a good boy.”

God, this woman is only making me harder.

“What else would make me your good boy?” I ask, and her chest rises and falls faster.

“Take my panties off,” she commands, and I do it without hesitation, helping her step out of them. “Now my bra.” I stand and do as I’m told. “Now, do you want to watch me ride your cock or do you want me on all fours as you fuck me from behind?”

If I haven’t said it before, Zoey is a dream come true.

“I want to watch you ride me.”

She smirks. “Then be my good boy and get on the bed.”

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