Page 31 of Zinnia and the Zombie
She gave a breathless laugh, then reached behind her back and released the clasp. The straps slipped from her shoulders, and she let her bra fall to the floor.
His eyes darkened as his hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumb brushing lightly over the hard, aching tips.
“So soft,” he murmured. “So perfect. You must tell me what pleases you.”
“You don’t know?” she gasped as his thumbs flicked the stiff peaks, sending shockwaves of sensation straight to her core, and he shook his head.
“I told you it is different for a Zathix female.”
The tiniest of doubts flickered through her mind but he was so obviously entranced that it disappeared just as quickly.
“Do you like this?” he asked as he gently pinched her nipples, and her knees threatened to buckle. He caught her of course, sliding one arm around her waist as he reached for her panties with his other hand.
“May I remove these?”
“Yes. Please.”
He ripped them away with a growl, focusing on the apex of her thighs with an intensity that made her shiver.
“Such soft little curls,” he breathed, stoking them with a big finger.
She arched helplessly into his touch, but then he was lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the shower. He placed her on a high bench then knelt in front of her. Tiny drops of water massaged her skin like hundreds of delicate fingers, but her entire being was focused on the male in front of her as he carefully parted her legs.
“So beautiful. Tell me how to please you, my Zinnia,” he commanded softly, his eyes blazing into hers.
“T-touch me.”
“Here?” His finger lightly stroked her curls, teasing.
“Y-yes.”
“Like this?” His touch grew firmer, parting the delicate folds
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Show me, my Zinnia,” he coaxed.
Her hips flexed against his hand, and he growled his approval. He watched intently as she guided his finger to her clit, already swollen and throbbing.
“Ah. I see.”
With the lightest of touches, he circled the sensitive spot, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Your body’s scent changes. It is… intoxicating.”
His finger dipped lower, and her entire body jerked when it pushed inside her.
“Oh!”
“Does this please you?” he asked, his eyes holding hers.
“God, yes.”
His thumb began to rub her clit as his finger pushed deeper, and pleasure flooded her body. He stroked her inside and out, the pressure of his thumb increasing as her cries grew louder. She was so close, the tension coiling inside her until she couldn’t bear it.
“Yes. Yes. More. Just… oh!”
With a cry, she came, her orgasm pulsing through her in wave after wave of glorious release.
