When we reach my bedroom, she steps away to let me unzip her dress and unhook her bra. She shrugs both off, leaving her heavy teardrop shaped breasts bare in the faint light coming in through the window. She’s glowing, her alabaster skin catching the moonlight and turning it even more beautiful.

“Your turn,” she says, sitting down on the edge of my bed and crossing her legs primly. It’s sexy and conflicting at the same time, her proper, ladylike pose contrasting with the erotic naughtiness of her near nudity.

I peel off my suit, tossing it aside for later cleaning to stand before her in just my own underwear, my hard erection straining against the cotton of my boxer briefs. “Better?”

Zoey nods, scooting back to the middle of the bed before lying back. In one smooth movement, she peels her panties down and off before spreading her legs, holding them open and displaying herself for me.

I don’t need any words. I climb onto the bed, my hungry mouth finding the inside of one thigh and then the other as I kiss my way back and forth. I inhale her musk, the heady aroma making my head swirl and my heart hammer in my chest.

I’ll get to do this for the rest of my life.

The thought makes me smile against Zoey’s pussy, and she runs her fingers through my hair, her own smile audible in her happy sigh. That sigh becomes a deep moan as I reach out, licking her with my tongue and exploring her wet folds. I remember what she likes, teasing up and down between her lips for a few strokes before circling her clit and then sucking lightly.

“Blake . . .” Zoey whimpers, her breath coming faster as I let my tongue dance between her lips and to her clit again and again. “Fuck!”

“I will,” I promise her, but I don’t move. Not yet. I want her on my tongue first. She bucks again and her fist tightens in my hair. She lets go of herself, knowing that I’m here, that I’m not going anywhere.

That she can always trust me.

I prove it again and again by giving her everything, drawing her up higher and higher as pleasure jolts up and down her body in racking shudders. Zoey’s legs close, her feet on my back as her thighs close around my head, not to push me away but to keep me where she needs me as I tease and love her pussy until she cries out and comes hard.

When her back relaxes and her thighs unclench, I slide up the bed, pushing my underwear down and taking myself in hand.

We look into each other’s eyes as I slide into her, her pussy still having phantom flutters from the intensity of her orgasm. “You feel so good, squeezing me like that.”