Page 27 of Bitten By Zombie

Bite?

Oh. Now it was her turn to moan. There was something erotic about Zombie begging her with his tone to bite down.

Understanding that desire, she bit down experimentally. His groan reverberated through her mouth.

“Harder.”

She obeyed and was rewarded with his iron cock grinding into her lower belly.

Zombie pulled her mouth from him by her hair and dropped his hungry lips to hers in a sloppy urgent kiss that ended all too soon for her liking.

He shoved her on the bed with enough force she bounced more than once and began pulling at her socks and leggings. “Clothes. Lose ’em.”

Zombie let go of her leggings and slid his jeans and boxers to his thighs. However, he turned his back to her to perch on the edge of the bed before she got a good look at the dee.

She ripped at her clothes, his clothes, whoever the fucks clothes she was wearing, and they went flying. It wasn’t until one of the articles she just tossed away landed on her own head she realized how desperate she was to feel his skin against hers.

Wrapping her arms around him from behind and pressing her overheated breasts to his tattooed back was sublime. The differences in temperature, texture, and skin tone was just downright erotic.

What wasn’t was how still he was in her arms. She dropped a kiss on the back of his neck and looked over his shoulder down his front.

She caught a glimpse of the glistening head of his cock, but just a glimpse. There were shadows or something.

He was bent over with one foot on his knee of the other with the jeans hanging around that ankle. He was making no move to continue undressing, he was still.

Just staring.

She forgot about trying to meet his gaze and realized the ankle resting on his knee was the prosthetic one.

Was he self-conscious about his foot?

That seemed out of alignment with the Zombie she knew. He walked, talked, and flirted with a confidence very few people possessed, period.

Heidi was the last person to give anyone a pep talk. Shit, she was a glass-half-empty type of person, so she didn’t have a clue of what to say or not say.

Wait, he’d left it in the bathroom, knowing she would see it. Hell, he slept in bed with her, so why was it an issue now?

The only answer she could think was that it wasn’t. Now her body insecurities rose back up with a vengeance. He must be hesitating for reasons that had nothing to do with his shortcomings but hers.

Normally, she would retreat and make excuses, but not this time. There was some attraction there, she felt it. This was his idea, so maybe it was her, maybe it was him, or maybe he just needed a little help to get going. He liked her mouth on his chest. How would he feel about it elsewhere?

She did the only thing she could think to do, distract him. Coaxing him to lie back, she shifted to the side. Leaning down over his body, she wrapped her lips around his cock.

His fucking tattooed cock.

Holy shit.

She hadn’t had long to look, but it was definitely inked. Something about that sent a shot of arousal straight to her needy clit. Heidi made a mental note to look her fill later before she got lost in that taste of him.

Zombie’s hips violently jerked up, almost dislodging her mouth. “Fuuuuuuck.” His motion caused her chest to press into her stomach and her hip to bump the side of his head as she flattened down to draw his cock deeper into her mouth.

The surge of power that coursed through her as he babbled incoherently was intoxicating. Her high was interrupted by an insistent slap to her hip and a tugging on her thigh.

It took her brain a minute to register what those actions indicated, and she wrenched her mouth off his delicious dick to peer back at him.

“Face.” The command was little more than a growl, but she understood perfectly. She wasn’t ready to do that just yet. She always felt her largest when the widest part of her body was hovering above a man’s face. There was very little enjoyment to be had when her mind was metering her weight distribution.

“Not yet.” She hoped her tone was more playful and didn’t reek of her lack of confidence. She’d spent a long time building herself back up after her first sexual encounter. Being with Zombie, it hit her how she’d never truly possessed her self-confidence to the fullest capacity she should.

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