“Did you like that?” he asks.

“I like everything you do to me,” I assure him breathlessly.

“There are so many things I want to do to your body,” he tells me pointedly. “So many things I never once thought about when living in Caraica. I think the possibilities are endless.”

God, I sure hope so.

Zach lowers his mouth and licks around my nipple, while his hand squeezes the soft globe of flesh. He sucks at it, and then he nips it lightly with his teeth, just enough to put a nice sting to it, all before he licks at it gently again.

He moves from one breast to the other, sometimes rubbing his cheek against the inner swell, once twisting a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He works my br**sts for the longest time, licking, sucking, biting, and scraping. They are so sensitized, I almost feel like I could orgasm just from his touch there.

Slipping a hand down in between our bodies, Zach cups me between the legs softly. “Can’t neglect you here either,” he says when he lifts his mouth briefly.

“It definitely needs attention,” I agree, and I feel his smile against my breast as he lowers his face again.

His fingers slip deftly under the waistband of my panties, flirting briefly with my smooth mound before he runs a finger up my center. I can feel how slick I am, and he wastes no time in going straight for my clit, while his lips and teeth work my ni**les.

Cascading sensations overpower me, and my body starts quickening. Zach’s finger rubs in tight circles, while his lips and tongue assault my br**sts. It takes almost no time at all before I’m crying out my release. Zach surges up my body and covers my mouth with his own, sucking down my orgasm even as his finger continues to massage me.

I shudder underneath him, pulses of electric pleasure shooting through every nerve in my body, while Zach ravages my mouth.

Finally, I give a sigh into him of complete and utter contentment. He lifts his face from mine, and his eyes are heated and proud. We stare at each other a moment, letting silent words of satisfaction pass between us.

“How do you feel?” he asks with a knowing smile.

“Unbelievable,” I tell him. “Your fingers and mouth are like magic.”

He nods in agreement, and then pushes up to sit back on his haunches, looming large in front of me. His c**k is straining upward with a dribble of pr**cum leaking out of the end.

“Now you’ll put your mouth on my cock?” he asks, his eyes lit with fevered excitement.

“God, yes, I want to do that,” I assure him. “It’s called a blow job. Did you run across that term on the Internet yet?”

He grins at me and shakes his head. “Haven’t had the pleasure of that one yet. But do you blow? I thought you sucked?”

“Yes, I’m going to suck… and a few other things.”

“Then why do they call it blow job?” he asks with his head tilted to the side.

“No clue, but we can Google it later,” I tell him and start to sit up. “Now lay down on your back.”

Zach brings a large hand up and pushes at my chest to keep me lying flat on the bed. “I want you on your knees.”

His face is so serious and while I had been imagining him on his back, letting me crawl all over that magnificent body, I’m apparently going to have to wait for that, as Zach is still always going to want some measure of control.

At least for now, I tell myself.

“Okay. I’ll get on my knees,” I tell him, and he quickly scrambles off the bed to stand beside it.

He takes himself in hand and starts stroking his c**k while he waits for me to roll off. I try to do it as sexily as possible, but I’m not sure I accomplished it. Zach’s hard-on never wanes though, so I don’t think it’s an issue.

Stepping up to Zach, I reach out and take his hands, pulling them up and urging his fingers into the hair on my head. I slide my hands over the tops of his, and then give a slight push, silently conveying he can put me on my knees.

He doesn’t hesitate, pushing down with more force and causing me to sink toward the thick carpet until I’m kneeling before him.

I dare a glance up, and Zach is staring down at me, his eyes so dark with need that I almost combust right there. Sliding one hand downward, he angles his thumb in and runs it over my bottom lip, pushes it into my mouth and scrapes it along my teeth.

“Open your mouth,” he commands me as he pulls his hand back.

I lick my lips to wet them and do as he bids. My hands start to come up to take ahold of his cock, but he shakes his head at me. “Don’t. I want to feed it to you.”

My blood fires up like lava over those words, and my eyes practically roll back in my head. I nod my agreement, and Zach reaches one hand down to his cock. Leaning his h*ps inward, he takes it and rubs the swollen head over my lips softly, coating them with his pr**cum. He pushes in a little more and slowly slides himself into my mouth. I have to open wider, because f**k, he’s thick… and long, and before long, he’s hitting the back of my throat.

I can’t help it, I make a choking noise, and Zach immediately pulls all the way out. “Are you okay?”

I nod and lick my lips, tasting the salt of him, giving him a light smile. “Yes. Just a poor gag reflex. I can’t take you very deep.”

“Understood,” he says solemnly. “Open your mouth. Let’s try this again.”

I gladly open wide and let him feed me his cock. He pushes into me gently again, stopping before he goes too deep. I instinctively flatten my tongue as he starts to pull back, sucking on him with force.