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“Is this okay?” I asked as we stood next to the bed.
Zoey nodded, a silent storm of desire and uncertainty swirling in the hazel depths of her eyes. “Yes.”
I sensed the tension building up inside her, the ghosts of her past lurking nearby. But there was also a flicker of trust, a tentative offering laid bare between us. I would handle it with the care it deserved.
Slowly, reverently, I eased the blouse from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves. My hands roamed over her skin, feather-light, as if she were something sacred. Zoey exhaled softly, and her eyelids fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensation.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” I said, even as I continued worshipping her body with each caress, each kiss.
She shook her head, the motion stirring her long black hair against her bare shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Encouraged, I continued my exploration, mapping the expanse of her skin with my lips and tongue. When I reached the valley between her breasts, I lingered, savoring the sweet tasteof her. Zoey twined her fingers in my hair, the gentle tug at once hesitant and demanding.
Moving lower, I traced the lines of her abdomen before coming to rest at the waistband of her skirt. I slid the fabric down her legs, leaving her exposed and beautiful in front of me.
“Beautiful,” I said.
Her entire being seemed to call to me, a siren’s song that promised depths of passion yet uncharted. Yet, I restrained myself, determined to keep my promise, to move at her pace and show her that she was safe with me.
I knelt before her, my gaze never leaving hers as I parted her thighs. This was more than desire; it was an act of communion. My fingers danced along her inner thigh, drawing a path to where she was warm and wanting. She gasped when I touched her, a soft sound of surprise and pleasure that stirred the beast within me.
“Relax,” I said against her skin, my mouth hovering just above her. “Let me take care of you.”
Zoey’s hips rose off the bed in invitation. Her skin was alabaster in the dim light, soft as silk as my tongue traced its way up her thigh and onto the lacy edge of her panties. I slid them down her legs, revealing her to me completely.
She bit her lower lip nervously, but when our eyes met again, there was a fire burning bright within them that told me she wanted this as much as I did. I licked my lips in anticipation before moving between her legs, taking in the sight of her.
Her curls were soft against my nose as I pushed them aside to reveal her most intimate flesh. She gasped as my tongue circled her entrance, teasing and tasting. Goosebumps erupted on her skin. I gripped her hips to keep her still while I explored every inch of her with my mouth and tongue.
When I slid my tongue into her wet heat, she let out a soft moan that was music to my ears. It was like heaven to feel the warmth of her body open up for me, surrendering completely.
She tasted sweet and fresh. With every flick of my tongue, she let out a soft gasp. She tasted so good, so pure. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, making me even more determined to please her in every way possible.
Her body trembled beneath my hands, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling lightly as she urged me on, wanting more.
My free hand trailed up her quivering stomach, teasing the undersides of her breasts before circling a nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She arched into my touch, moaning softly as I rolled it between my fingertips. With a gentle pull, I released the clasp and slowly slid it down her arms before returning my attention between her legs.
I slid two fingers inside of her slowly. She was so wet, so hot. Her muscles clenched around me. Her hips began to buck against me, meeting each thrust of my fingers and demanding more.
Her taste grew richer with each passing moment—sweet and salty with desire as she neared her climax. Her moans filled the room like a symphony playing just for us alone, raw and vulnerable yet so fucking sexy. She shattered beneath me, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure that made me shiver in anticipation. I held her tight, sucking on her clit as she cried out my name, her body arching off the bed. The taste of her desire on my tongue was intoxicating, like nectar from the gods.
Slowly, tenderly, I pulled away from her warmth and stood, ignoring my rock-hard cock and pulling Zoey up. She stared at me with sweat on her brow and stars in her eyes. It was hard not to chuckle at the expression on her face. I loved that I’d given her that.
“What about you?” Zoey asked quietly.
“Tonight is only about you,” I said. “I wanted to give you a release and show you that it doesn’t have to be about anything else.”
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ZOEY
Isat across from Dr. Allan, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. “It’s difficult,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “Saying it out loud... it makes it real. But I need to do this.”
She nodded, encouraging me to continue.
“He would...” I stopped, feeling a momentary pang of shame as I acknowledged the magnitude of George’s actions to myself. But the whole point of therapy was to be completely honest, even if it made me uncomfortable. Withholding information only defeated the purpose of being here.
Exhaling slowly, I gathered my focus. “In the beginning, he was a gentleman. He took me out to these amazing restaurants, showered me with gifts. I was naïve and embraced the illusion he crafted.”
