Page 142 of Haze of Obedience
When in Rome.I remove my clothes, swim out to her, and pull her into my arms.
"Thank you for stopping." She rewards me by sliding her tongue in my mouth and grinding her body on mine.
"Are you going to sit on my cock again?" I murmur.
She softly laughs. "I think it wants me to."
"That isn't a big revelation." I walk a few steps and lay her on the smooth limestone ledge. I hover over her body and lick then suck before scraping my teeth on the spot where her pulse beats in her neck.
She moans, as she always does, and it echoes in the cavern like a song. Her fingers dig into my back.
I take my time making my way down her body, doting on every inch of her flesh while listening to her carnal sounds compete with the dripping water down the cavern walls.
When I finally get to her sex, she's gripping my hair and begs me in Spanish, "Please, oh God. Please!"
To tease her some more, I wrap her legs around my shoulders then kiss her inner thighs, her mound, the spot where her legs curve into her womanhood...everywhere but where she wants me so I can savor her and listen to her plead some more in her singsong voice, I've never been able to get enough of.
Her sweet scent stirs my core, and I inhale deeper, taking every part of her in me I can. When I finally swipe my tongue on her wet folds, she writhes on the rock and squeezes my neck with her thighs.
Her cries become louder, words echoing and merge with new ones that fly out of her mouth until she trembles so hard, her voice falters, and eyes roll.
But I don't release her. I kiss her smooth skin, allowing her to catch her breath then feast on her some more.
When she's soared several times, and my body is aching to the point I can’t handle it anymore, I pounce upward, sliding into her as she's still coming down.
"Oh," she screams.
I groan as her body becomes a glorious sheath over mine.
I place my forearms on the rock, next to her body, then ravish her mouth.
Her hands never leave my head. At times she tugs my hair. At others, she presses her fingers. Either way, I love every second of it and wish I permanently could bottle up her desire for me.
I don't take my time, pounding into her as she yells to go faster and harder.
When her mouth forms an O, I stare at her, at the peak of my heat, watching her spiral one last time before I do, in awe of her raw beauty.
That’s what Zoe Diego is—a rare, magnificent woman who no one else can hold a candle to. Her light is bright, it’s powerful, and as she’s proven through all the evil she’s been through, no matter what happens to her no one will ever dim it.
In our aftermath, we sink back into the water, holding each other tight, murmuring our adorations, and still not able to keep our mouths off the other.
Our underground oasis turns dark. "We need to get back," I tell her.
She nods and kisses me some more. "I want to stay here forever."
"Someday, we'll come back."
Something crosses in her eyes. “I hope so.”
We swim to the ledge, put our clothes on, and climb out of the water hole. As soon as we get in the car, she turns. "Thanks for taking me."
I stroke her cheek. "I'm glad we stopped."
We only drive a little ways before we get to Tinker's friends in Valladolid. It's late at night and dark everywhere.
"Is anyone here? It looks empty," Zoe asks.
I pick up the burner and call the number Tinker gave me.
