Page 76 of Zalis
“I have an idea.”
GEMMA
“Your mouth stays here and mine goes down there,” Gemma said, pointing to his very hard, very impressive cock.
For days, sex had been very one -sided. Not that she should complain. Her side got all the benefits. Zalis ate pussy like achamp, but she felt selfish. She was a giver, not just a receiver, but he was cockblocking her. Literally. When she reached for him, he gently pushed her hand away. He jerked himself off, coming right on her stomach, and don’t get her wrong, it was hot. Super hot. But she wanted a taste.
He wasn’t withholding his dick as a manipulation tactic.No dick until you agree to stay.Zalis wasn’t like that. He was honest to a fault. She believed him when he said he couldn’t trust himself not to mark her, and she knew what a mate mark meant. Emry came home with a fresh one after her two-day marriage the first time around with Ren. It was a symbol of a bond, of a forever connection that would never end. It wasn’t given lightly and it meant too much for Zalis to bite her casually. He didn’t do casual.
Honestly, she loved that about him.
“Lie down,” she said, gently pushing on his chest until he complied. “And I do this.”
She then moved to face his feet and straddled his abdomen. It wasn’t graceful with the ankle sleeve, but she made it work. Her fingers brushed against the patterns inked into his skin, leaving a glowing trail. He was hard muscle underneath her, not an ounce of softness or give. The softness was his empathy and compassion, making him even more attractive.
“Got it?” she asked.
“I understand,” he said, hands squeezing her ass.
“Good, right?” She gave her butt a wiggle. Zalis made a throaty, feral noise. His hand was at her pussy again, stroking her and prodding her entrance. Instinctively, she leaned back, impaling herself on his fingers.
Definitely good.
Gemma scooted forward until she was within licking distance of her goal. “If it’s too much, say the word and I’ll stop.”
“What is this word?”
“Let’s keep it simple.No—your favorite word. Now, I want to put my mouth on you. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he answered, voice smoldering.
Excellent. She licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
His dick was impressive. She knew that, having seen it in action when he jacked himself off. Thick, it was a darker aubergine at the base, ridges ran along the sides and faded to a pink tip.
“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you,” she said. Starting from the base, she lightly wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers did not touch. “I don’t even know if I can get all of you inside me.”
“You will. You were made for me.”
“Is that so?” She ran her hand up his length, enjoying the supple feel of the ridges.
They’d feel even better inside her.
She reached the tip, already leaking with precum. It looked too good to resist. Holding herself up with one hand on the mattress, she dipped her head down and licked.
Zalis damn near bucked her off the bed.
Oh, this was going to be fun. He was close to exploding, and she had to see how far she could push him.
Another lick, this time a swirl around the head. His grip on her butt tightened. He could pull her off if it were too much, but he held tight.
She swallowed him as much as she could. Maybe she could manage more with practice but for now, just the tip was a feat. She tightened her grip around the base of his shaft, working his length up and down.
He hissed, sucking in air as his hips bucked again and his thighs shook. Gemma knew he wouldn’t last long and that filled her with pride. She did this. This mountain of muscle, her immovable bulwark, had been transformed into a trembling, moaning wreck.
She loved it.
His hands disappeared. She popped off his dick to get a quick look. He held his wrist to his mouth, biting. The other was tossed over his eyes. Completely wrecked. Now to finish the job.
