of his shaft with one hand and fondled his hefty balls with the other. She liked the curly hair that covered them, just like she liked how strong he felt in her hand.
It felt right. It felt so very, very sexy.
She leaned in and started to move along his lengthy shaft, her tongue spiraling over it. Zachary’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, and he buried his hands in her hair, pulling him toward her. He plunged deep into her throat, so deep that Esme had to be careful not to gag or graze him with her teeth. But another thrust, and then a third, and he’d found the rhythm that worked for both of them.
Zachary’s thrusts came faster and faster, and his breathing grew harsher and louder. Esme sucked and licked, loving the salty taste of him. Her pussy grew wetter and slicker, and throbbed painfully, aching to be filled.
Zachary’s hands roved over her body, tweaking a nipple here, stroking her belly there. One finger wandered down to her clit and started to rub in time with his thrusts. Now it was Esme’s turn to breathe heavily, as much as she could around the huge shaft stuffing her mouth. Her lips moved around it as he plunged in and out, faster, faster, faster.
They moved in time together, their rhythm unconscious and perfect. His body knew hers. Her body knew his.
The pleasure built in her until her whole body tingled. She’d never felt anything like this. Never, ever so good. She was about to fall over the cliff and into the ocean of bliss . . .
Zachary spurted his hot seed into the back of her throat, and at the same time, Esme’s body spasmed as she came. She came again and again, until she was so bright with pleasure, she couldn’t feel anything else.
Exhausted, she fell back against the shirt on the dirt floor. It took her a minute to calm her breathing, and she trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. It was like her body had just gone through an earthquake. She couldn’t even sit up.
She totally expected Zachary to join her on the floor, so maybe once she recovered, she could try getting him hard again, and then he could enter her and stretch her walls until she thought she’d rip apart, but it would feel so good, she wouldn’t mind.
He didn’t.
He just stared at her with the softest look on his face she could imagine. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” asked Esme from the dirt floor, gazing up at him. How could anything be more of a surprise than the past twenty-four hours?
“Ice cream!” announced Zachary, producing a mini cooler. Esme couldn’t believe it. How had he hidden it all this time?
Grinning to beat the band, Zachary flipped open the cooler lid and pulled out two small glass containers filled with pink and yellow ice cream. “It’s actually gelato. Rose and elderflower.”
“But—but how did you do it? You weren’t carrying anything when we left the house!” Esme sputtered, caught squarely between delight and confusion. The thought of sharing gelato together sent her right back into the fairy tale. She had never imagined this would happen to her, and yet here it was.
“I wanted to give you flowers,” Zachary said, “but I also wanted to do something you’d never forget, and since I know you like sweet things, I asked one of my valets to rush this out here before we got here.” He laughed. “Don’t worry; we’re all alone now, I promise.”
Esme wanted to cry, she was so touched. “A bouquet of edible flowers,” she murmured, holding out her hand for him to join her.
Zachary joined her on the floor and offered her a small silver spoon. He uncapped both containers of gelato, and Esme took a moment to drink in the wonderful colors and aromas. Then she dipped her spoon into the yellow one.
The light, sweet taste of elderflower set her tongue alight. Meanwhile, Zachary had taken a spoon of the rose gelato and held it up to her lips. Teasing her with his eyes, Esme opened her mouth and allowed the spoon to slide
It felt right. It felt so very, very sexy.
She leaned in and started to move along his lengthy shaft, her tongue spiraling over it. Zachary’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, and he buried his hands in her hair, pulling him toward her. He plunged deep into her throat, so deep that Esme had to be careful not to gag or graze him with her teeth. But another thrust, and then a third, and he’d found the rhythm that worked for both of them.
Zachary’s thrusts came faster and faster, and his breathing grew harsher and louder. Esme sucked and licked, loving the salty taste of him. Her pussy grew wetter and slicker, and throbbed painfully, aching to be filled.
Zachary’s hands roved over her body, tweaking a nipple here, stroking her belly there. One finger wandered down to her clit and started to rub in time with his thrusts. Now it was Esme’s turn to breathe heavily, as much as she could around the huge shaft stuffing her mouth. Her lips moved around it as he plunged in and out, faster, faster, faster.
They moved in time together, their rhythm unconscious and perfect. His body knew hers. Her body knew his.
The pleasure built in her until her whole body tingled. She’d never felt anything like this. Never, ever so good. She was about to fall over the cliff and into the ocean of bliss . . .
Zachary spurted his hot seed into the back of her throat, and at the same time, Esme’s body spasmed as she came. She came again and again, until she was so bright with pleasure, she couldn’t feel anything else.
Exhausted, she fell back against the shirt on the dirt floor. It took her a minute to calm her breathing, and she trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. It was like her body had just gone through an earthquake. She couldn’t even sit up.
She totally expected Zachary to join her on the floor, so maybe once she recovered, she could try getting him hard again, and then he could enter her and stretch her walls until she thought she’d rip apart, but it would feel so good, she wouldn’t mind.
He didn’t.
He just stared at her with the softest look on his face she could imagine. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” asked Esme from the dirt floor, gazing up at him. How could anything be more of a surprise than the past twenty-four hours?
“Ice cream!” announced Zachary, producing a mini cooler. Esme couldn’t believe it. How had he hidden it all this time?
Grinning to beat the band, Zachary flipped open the cooler lid and pulled out two small glass containers filled with pink and yellow ice cream. “It’s actually gelato. Rose and elderflower.”
“But—but how did you do it? You weren’t carrying anything when we left the house!” Esme sputtered, caught squarely between delight and confusion. The thought of sharing gelato together sent her right back into the fairy tale. She had never imagined this would happen to her, and yet here it was.
“I wanted to give you flowers,” Zachary said, “but I also wanted to do something you’d never forget, and since I know you like sweet things, I asked one of my valets to rush this out here before we got here.” He laughed. “Don’t worry; we’re all alone now, I promise.”
Esme wanted to cry, she was so touched. “A bouquet of edible flowers,” she murmured, holding out her hand for him to join her.
Zachary joined her on the floor and offered her a small silver spoon. He uncapped both containers of gelato, and Esme took a moment to drink in the wonderful colors and aromas. Then she dipped her spoon into the yellow one.
The light, sweet taste of elderflower set her tongue alight. Meanwhile, Zachary had taken a spoon of the rose gelato and held it up to her lips. Teasing her with his eyes, Esme opened her mouth and allowed the spoon to slide
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