...“Damn, Zoe, you’re one beautiful girl. You are gorgeous.”
She smiled and whispered, “Thank you.”
Still on his knees, Dane unbuttoned his shirt.
“But, you know,” he concluded, “it’s your mind I love the most. I mean, I’m lucky you’re so blasted beautiful. Believe me, I appreciate it. But you’d be just another bimbo without those gorgeous brains of yours!”
He grinned as she threw back her head and laughed.
“By the way,” she added, “don’t you ever forget it.”
“Forget how smart you are? I could never.”
He pulled off his shirt and slid his bare chest down against hers. His lips hovered close to hers when he spoke.
“That’s what makes Zoe, Zoe.”
Dane’s warm hand ran up and down Zoe’s torso until it strayed beneath her lacey thong and stopped to play in the tiny patch of silken hair she’d had the beautician leave at her recent waxing.
Kissing on and off, their mouths melded until Zoe thought her tongue might come off if she kept it up. She broke away with ecstatic groans. She responded to Dane’s fingers in her pussy by spreading her legs open, making it easier for him to slide inside her moistened folds. She loosened her grip around his neck and slid down to a supine position.
“Mm, I can tell you like that,” he said. “You’re getting wet.”
She nodded, mesmerized, her eyes mere slits as she relaxed deeper into the bliss produced by his hand.
“Here,” he suggested, “let’s get rid of this thing, pretty as it is.”
Off came the lacey thong, tossed toward her dress.
Dane moved down closer to her and resumed petting the top part of her mound. He looked into her half-closed eyes, then down at her pussy.
“Everything about you is beautiful, especially that. What do you call it, by the way? What name should I give it?”
Zoe opened her eyes. No one had ever asked her that before.
“I don’t know. What do you like calling it?”
“I don’t want to offend you, that’s why I asked.”
Zoe shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Do you like pussy? Cunt?”
Yes, he liked both those words, she thought; she noticed him catch his breath and felt heat surge off his skin.
“I like your pussy, your cunt,” he said in a thick voice.
He was sliding down when she said, “Dane, take off your slacks, why don’t you?”
He stood and undid his top button, then unzipped his fly. Zoe felt nervous, since the whole time they’d dated in high school, she’d never seen nor touched his penis. She swallowed in anticipation when he tossed his slacks over by her dress. Without hesitation, he pushed his boxer briefs down his muscled legs. Up shot his erection, bold and more beautiful than she could ever have imagined.
“Oh, Dane, I’m impressed with your, uh, majesty.”
This stopped him in his tracks. He burst out laughing.
“My ‘majesty’? Oh, that’s great, Zoe! That’s rich.” He was still laughing when he came back down to his knees. “Is it any wonder I love you?”
They were in each other’s arms then, rolling and kissing and grinding hips. A moment later, Dane kissed his way down her belly to her pussy, where he held her legs apart. He reached a finger into her slick hole until she was pumping on it, almost out of control. He inserted two fingers and mumbled how he loved her pussy as he flicked his tongue tip against the nub of her clit. He eased away his fingers and licked up and down along her folds, stopping only to suckle the flesh between his lips. The more he suckled, the closer he brought Zoe to orgasm.
He stopped, “What, Zoe? What do you want me to do? Tell me.”
“That,” she moaned, “your finger—and lick me, too. Lick me and suck me, don’t stop…”
He complied with a fervor that made her hips rotate with wild abandon...