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Zephyr

I ’d never really believed people when they’d gush about how being with someone that you loved could be an experience that eclipsed everything else, becoming the center of a persons entire being. I’d rolled my eyes at them, doubting such a thing truly existed.

When Kier fell for Chloe, I glimpsed how love could heal someone, fulfill needs inside them that perhaps even they didn’t know existed. I’d been happy for him, but I’d never thought I wanted that for myself.

It seemed that, this past year, everyone around me was finding their person that made their souls sing, and here I was, clinging to the belief that it didn’t really exist. Because if it did, then what did it say about me that I had never found it?

But then Sherrod told me who he really was, and I realized that my belief that I’d never had it and therefore it didn’t exist, was a way to cope with losing that true love so young.

It took no time at all for me to throw away every single reason why I never let anyone close and give myself to Sherrod.

I should’ve been questioning my sanity as I sat across from him eating a very late breakfast after three of the best fucking orgasms of my life.

I should’ve been terrified of what I’d done, what I’d given him.

Instead, I was deliriously happy, and that scared me.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” he asked, passing me the sugar for my third cup of coffee.

I took my time dosing my coffee with cream and sugar, trying to organize my thoughts.

“You’re spiraling a bit, aren’t you?”

My gaze snapped up to his.

“The fact that you know that,” I said slowly, “and that it doesn’t bother me half as much as it should is exactly why I’m spiraling.”

Sherrod sat back and crossed his arms. He was only wearing a pair of loose pajama pants that hung low on his hips, so the motion made his biceps and pecs flex perfectly. I traced their shape with my eyes and he chuckled.

“You want to devour me right now, don’t you?”

I grunted in frustration and frowned.

“How the hell can you read me so well? I trained for half my life to hide what’s going on in my head and you pick me apart in seconds!”

“It’s not that hard. In this instance, it’s because I know how I feel when I look at you.” He reached over and ran a finger lightly down my cleavage showing in the neck of the robe I wore. “I look like I want to lick every inch of you.”

“So you assume I’m as obsessed with you as you are with me?”

He chuckled.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t assume, I know.”

“Oh really? How?”

“Have you forgotten the begging and the orgasms already? Maybe you need a refresher.”

“Maybe I do,” I said, though the way my body reacted the moment he mentioned the orgasms told me I really didn’t.

“Very well,” he said and ducked under the table.

“What are you— Oh!”

I slammed my hand on the table as a hot, wet tongue laved my pussy.

I should’ve put my foot down and not let him distract me, but when he added a finger inside of me, as his tongue worked my clit, I lost all ability to think.

My legs opened wide under the table and my head fell back.

I knew Zelena was somewhere in the suite, and that the vaulted ceilings above the dining room would carry the sound but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Moaning cries dripped from my lips as Sherrod ate my cunt like a five course meal.

When I came, I swear I felt a vibration against my clit that had to be him laughing.

I was still boneless, my skin tingling and robe wet from my cum, when Sherrod popped out from under the table.

His lips and chin were shining and wet with me and I watched with glassy eyes as he licked his mouth like a cat making sure to get all the cream off their face.

His pants were tenting so much that his waist band was jutting out, a wet spot darkening the material.

The impulse to reach for him was irresistible and I grazed my finger along the outside of his pants, his cock jumping at the contact.

“I didn’t do this for—” he started.

“I know, but I’ve wanted your cock in my mouth since the first moment I saw it. So this is still for me,” I said with a smirk as I fell to my knees and drew his pants down his thighs.

His cock sprang out, so beautiful and proud.

I licked the precum off the tip like it was ice cream, making Sherrod hiss and buck.

I loved blow jobs, they made me feel powerful, and sexy as fuck.

But this was more than that. I wanted to make Sherrod feel as good as he’d made me feel, I wanted him to crack wide open as I took him to the back of my throat.

I wanted things from him no one had ever glimpsed but me.

The tip of my finger ran over the piercing and he gasped.

“This felt so good when you were inside of me,” I said, “almost makes me want to get one somewhere.”

“I can help with that,” he grinned.

“We’ll see,” I gazed up as I slowly dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft.

He was holding my eyes, trying to stay in control. But when my tongue circled his foreskin and I sucked at the tip, his mouth fell open on a broken plea.

“Don’t…stop.”

I didn’t intend to, but I was going to have to go a little slow and let my jaw adjust to his girth.

I’d felt it inside of course, but having it in my mouth was something different altogether.

So I worked him little by little, each pass accompanied by a hard pull of my hand on the parts of his shaft I didn’t have in my mouth.

I wouldn’t be able to get him all the way in, but I would do my best.

The first time he hit the back of my throat, I noticed his hands flexed into fists so tight his flesh and blood knuckles were white. He wanted to fuck my mouth, to grab my hair, I could tell.

I looked up at him as I took one hand and put it on my head, then drew him out with just a tiny graze of my teeth on his shaft.

“You want me…to use your pretty little mouth?” he breathed, his voice low and dark.

I grinned as best I could.

“I used to jack off thinking of you on your knees,” he took a handful of my hair and my cunt quivered, “thinking of how you’d whimper when I,” he thrust hard to the back of my throat, causing me to gag for a moment, “how you’d thank me for filling your throat with my cum.”

I moaned, low and long. The vibration must’ve felt amazing because he clenched his jaw in the middle of a yell that ended on a grunt.

“Touch your pussy,” he started shallowly thrusting, just at the edge of the back of my throat. “I want to see how wet it makes you to have me fuck your mouth.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. But I added the bonus of opening my robe so I was exposed to him, my legs spread and my bare cunt on full display as he began to viciously use my mouth.

Our moans mingled in the slick sounds of both of us getting off. His hips started to move more erratically and I could feel my orgasm building as his gasped words became incoherent.

Just as a release was about to pull me under, I felt the first warm spurt of cum from his cock.

I let out a long groan, as if it were the best fucking thing I had ever tasted, and maybe it was.

Because he was practically crying from the strength of the wave hitting him, his words higher now, more whimpering and begging as I swallowed every single drop.

When he was done, and my own release had stopped making me shake, I slowly drew my lips from around him and let his cock fall into my palm. I licked the remaining cum off him, then slowly brought his pants back up, tucking him into them before getting to my feet.

“Thank you,” I whispered against his throat before I kissed his Adam’s apple.

I was starting to step back to my seat when Sherrod’s arms sprang out and caught me, bringing me flush against him.

He kissed me like he was a wild thing, unable to control himself.

I let him bite and lick my mouth, returning his fervor with my own.

How it was possible to still want him as if I’d never had him, I had no idea.

I’d heard of couples being ravenous for one another before, but I’d never experienced it until now.

I found myself wanting to crawl inside of him and never leave.

Apparently Sherrod felt the same way because he scooped me up into his arms before I could put up a weak protest.

“I can’t let you go. When you’re not close…” he breathed against my hair.

“I know. It’s like I’m afraid if I stop touching you, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. But it’s also more than that. I don’t understand how everything can be so intimate so damn fast. Yet it also doesn’t feel fast.”

“It’s like those fifteen years didn’t happen,” he agreed, sitting both of us on his chair and closing my robe around me.

“Yes, that’s exactly it. And I love it but…why does it also scare me so much?”

“You love me, and I love you. For people like us, that’s just about the most frightening thing to admit. So if I know you, and shockingly, I still do, you’re thinking about how insane this is. You’re questioning your sanity, wondering how you could’ve let me in like this. Am I right?”

My throat was tight and I thought for sure I was about to start crying again, which for someone who had barely cried for years this was a very disconcerting turn of events. Not trusting my voice, I could only nod.

Sherrod’s gaze went soft and he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. He tasted of me, and I didn’t hate it because he wore the proof of me like a badge of honor.

“We can spiral together,” he said, “we can be afraid together, as long as we talk about it. So when you feel that, tell me. And when I feel it, I’ll tell you.”

“You do realize that this is not something I’m good at right?” I choked out. “I’m used to being alone because I’m the only one I can really trust and now…now I don’t know if that’s true. I let you in after only a few days and…who does that? What if I’m wrong?”