Page 105 of Hoax and Kisses
“This is not a soundproof bathroom, Zoé. You have to keep it down.”
I kiss her again, softer this time, cushioning her landing as she comes down from the high she’s been riding.
Zoé softens against me, her body yielding in my arms. I withdraw my fingers slowly, wet and trembling with her heat, and bring them to her mouth. She parts her lips without a word, and my heart slams against my ribs.
As she twirls her tongue around each of my fingers, sucking and licking them clean, she closes her eyes and hums.
Groaning, I drag the digits out of her mouth and lean in so I can taste her on her lips.
It’s a goddamn rookie mistake.
I should have known that her taste would be my undoing.
Hot need coils at the base of my spine, and blood rushes to my cock.
I grit my teeth, inhaling through my nose as I push my orgasm down.
But shit, it’s a losing battle.
“Are you okay?” Zoé asks, still panting.
“I can’t hold it.” I bury my face in her neck. “I’m sorry. I have to—”
The words get trapped in my throat as my balls tighten, begging for release.
I’m shrouded in her scent, her taste on my tongue, on my hand. She’s everywhere, yet I still crave more.
Fingers shaking, I fumble with the button and zipper of my pants until I finally pull myself out. Then I reach into my pocket and snatch her underwear.
Wrapping it around my length, I give myself one long stroke. “Let me come, beautiful,” I pant, pleading. “Tell me I can come. I can’t hold it. I tried but I can’t.”
Chest heaving, she nods. “You can come, honey.”
“Thank fuck.” I pump myself twice, hard and fast, and spill everything into the fabric of her panties.
When the spots dotting my vision fade and the tension flees my body, I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so sorry for those.” My head falls against hers, as I use what’s left of her underwear to clean up the mess I’ve made.
“I don’t care.” She grasps my hand, halting my movement. Inch by inch, she slides against the door until she’s crouching in front of me.
“What are you—”
When she flicks out her tongue and licks me, I swallow a strangled sound.
“Fuck, Zoé. You can’t—”
She bends lower, running her tongue from the base of my half-hard cock to the tip, where drops of cum remain.
I stifle a moan, already thickening again. “Zoé, s-stop I can’t—”
It takes all my self-control to push against the temptation to fuck her right here.
I tear away from her teasing mouth and zip myself back into my pants. Shit, I want her so bad. “I can’t fuck you against a bathroom door, beautiful.”
She gets up, smoothing her dress around her hips. The move snags my attention, fanning the flames licking up my insides. “Why?”
I let out a humorless laugh. “Because I can’t keep fucking you against doors and walls.” I inch a step closer, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I want to take my time. I want to taste you properly. Savor everything you give me until I’m not starving anymore. I want to explore you until I can draw maps of your body from memory.” I ghost my lips against hers. “Let me fuck you slow and deep for hours and then hold you while you sleep.”
The kiss I press to her mouth is full of all the tenderness she deserves. She should always be kissed like this. Like she’s someone’s most precious treasure. And I would give anything for that someone to be me.
