Lara enveloped him with her mouth, stretching to accommodate him as she took him in as far as she could. He had felt substantial the last time she had him, but now she was truly understanding his size.
She took her time, lavishing him with her tongue, sucking him, moistening him from tip to base. His response was a soft hiss when she teased the slit of his head with her tongue. Once she felt at ease with him, she pushed herself down as far as she could, until he was hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
His hands found their way into her hair, tugging just hard enough to send a tingle through her skin. She moved rhythmically against him, choking slightly as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but the sensation of him on her tongue was too pleasurable to stop.
His low moans were intoxicating, causing her to moan around him in response. His grip in her hair tightened and he pulled her off. She continued to suck him hard as he withdrew, until he was pulled from her lips with a loud pop. A string of her saliva still connected her lips to his swollen, red tip.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he managed to say between shallow breaths.
She was tempted to continue, wanting to taste him as he finished. Clearly, her desire was evident in her expression.
Zavien let out a long groan as he bent over to kiss her again. She leaned back onto the cushions, pulling him down on top of her. She could hear him rummaging through the drawers of her coffee table blindly until he found a handful of foil wrappers.
With his prize in hand, he returned his full attention to her. She whimpered when he pulled away from their kiss, moving back enough to kneel between her legs. He seemed to enjoy his position, giving her legs a long, appreciative look.
She squirmed in anticipation. He liked what he saw, and she was thrilled to be admired by him. He lifted her legs until her calves were resting on his shoulders, then pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee before finally discarding her polka-dot panties.
“Cute,” he said, before tossing them aside.
“Not as cute as the cherries,” she replied with a small shrug. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, his face nestled between her legs.
He smirked. “Not as cute as the cherries,” he agreed.
Then he leaned back onto her, lowering his lips to hers in a kiss. This time, her legs were folded between them, and she could feel his length snug against her core. She would have been embarrassed by the needy moan that escaped her if she weren’t already so lost in him.
Besides, her sounds of pleasure always seemed to spur him on. He moved his hips slowly above hers, sliding his length against her, between her lips and against her clit. He had her bent in half, and she could only imagine what it would feel like to have him inside her like this.
He would be so deep, feel so thick. She moaned just thinking about it.
“Zavien,” she breathed in a desperate plea for more.
“What do you want? Tell me,” he said, panting. His hips moved against hers faster.
“I want you inside me.” Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close, bringing his lips to hers in messy kisses. “Deep,” she gasped when the tip of him rubbed against her. “I want you deep inside me,” she whispered into him, arching her back and pressing her chest to his, rubbing herself against his hard body.
He didn’t need much more convincing beyond that. He slowly pulled out of their kiss, straightening off of her so he could position himself at her entrance. She whimpered softly at the feeling of his head nestled tightly to her, pushing gently against her until, finally, he slowly sank into her.
They groaned together as he buried himself down to the hilt. “Still so tight,” he rasped. His hips jerked shallowly into her. “Fuck,” he gritted out, moving into her in small thrusts, gently massaging and stretching her out.
She had her hands on his chest, raking her fingers over his heated skin, down to his abdomen, up to his shoulders, grabbing whatever part of him she could reach.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded softly, drawing him closer to her, inviting him deeper into her embrace.
“Oh, my god,” she sighed as his lips finally found hers. His movements were slow and deliberate as he moved within her.
“It’s so deep,” she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. “Oh, god. You’re so deep, Zay.”
“I know,” he responded, his voice low and husky. He continued his slow, rhythmic pace. She found herself appreciating the tempo, the way he filled her, the depth of his strokes that were just enough. Anything more would have been overwhelming.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her lips. His mouth explored hers, tasting her tongue, her lips, any bit of skin he could reach.
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, her voice punctuated by soft grunts and groans. She could see the tension in his face, a clear sign that he was nearing his climax. As much as she wanted to take him there, she needed more to reach her own peak.
She shifted beneath him, adjusting her hips to find that perfect angle—the one that would push her over the edge. He seemed to understand her silent plea. His hands gripped her hips, lifting them off the couch, pulling her closer to him.
A gasp escaped her lips. Her head fell back as she let out a long, throaty cry, one that might have been embarrassing if it hadn’t spurred Zavien to quicken his pace. His movements became more forceful.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out. He was still deep within her, but not so deep that it was uncomfortable as he moved.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, yes—faster, Zavien, please,” she pleaded. She used her legs wrapped around his shoulders to pull herself closer to him, matching his rhythm.
His pace quickened, his movements more forceful, overwhelming her senses.
“Like that, baby?” he murmured, his lips meeting hers. He didn’t mind that she was too caught up in her pleasure to properly return his kiss.
“Yes—oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer. “Just like that, Zay. Don’t stop,” she managed to say between heated kisses.
“Fuck, Lara,” he groaned, his movements becoming more frantic.
“I’m so close.” She could feel the pressure building. All she needed was for him to keep going, just like this, for just a little bit longer.
“Right there—Oh! Right there!” Her voice rose in pitch, her body tensed, and her legs shook with anticipation.
“Shit,” Zavien hissed. Suddenly, his movements became erratic and uncoordinated. Lara let out a disappointed whine as her impending climax began to fade.
“No,” she protested, trying to move against him. But his movements were still disjointed, his hands leaving her hips, letting her fall back onto the couch.
“Fuck—Pablo—”
“What?!” she exclaimed, pushing him off her. But it was too late; his head fell onto her shoulder, his body shuddering as he reached his climax.
He groaned, a look of discomfort on his face as he leaned back.
“You don’t understand—” he started, his face flushed as he pulled away from her.
“I don’t want to understand!” she retorted, pulling her legs up to her chest, trying to shield herself from him.
“Lara,” he said, his voice weary, as he gestured to the floor beside the couch.
She followed his gaze and finally understood.
“Oh,” she whispered, seeing Pablo nuzzling at Zavien’s ankle and nibbling at his toes.
“Oh, thank god,” she sighed, flopping back onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Zavien cleared his throat, watching her from the corner of his eye as he awkwardly sat down on the couch.
“I don’t suppose you want me to finish you off?” he asked.
She turned to look at him, a laugh escaping her lips.
“Lord, no,” she declared with fervor.
A pang of guilt hit her when his face crumpled, his complexion shifting from a rosy pink to a fiery red.
“No, I mean—I’m actually relieved. Truly. But nothing kills a girl’s vibe like her guy shouting his dog’s name while he’s climaxing,” she clarified.
A wicked delight crept into her voice at the tortured groan Zavien emitted, his face hidden behind his hands.
“That’s reasonable,” he managed to utter, his voice strained and muffled by his hands.
“Yep,” she concurred. “Now, get your clothes on. You owe me a meal.”
