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Make The Best Of Things	By : IrkSplee Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 2314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Make The Best Of Things
- 1
Zoey makes the sweetest sounds when I touch her the right way.
She laid underneath me in my room, her stomach facing the bed, while I sat on her waist and massaged her back through her pajama shirt. Even with my fan on full blast, the summer heat still stifled the room, so she only wore a thin, pink top with barely any sleeves and small, purple shorts, just enough to look decent if she had to leave the bedroom like this. I still covered my chest with a white tank top for my own comfort, but the heat had me convinced to forgo pants and wear nothing over my boxers.
A low humming noise came from Zoey's mouth as I dug the heels of my hands into her lower back and rubbed. The sound encouraged me to keep moving; anything that she enjoyed this much was worth repeating. I slowly moved my hands in circles against her skin, savoring her body's warmth and the way she breathed when I touched her. Her breaths weren't particularly quick or loud, but they'd picked up enough from before I touched her that I could notice a difference.
“Mike...” she whispered, her mouth curved into a smile. I couldn't help but smile back, even though she couldn't see it. Still smiling, I laid down on top of her and linked my hands with hers. She'd closed her eyes while I moved; I wasn't sure if she was still awake.
“I'm not hurting you, am I?” I asked. “I'm not too heavy?”
“No, it's fine,” she said, her eyes still shut. “It feels nice... you barely weigh anything, you know.”
Normally, it's frustrating when people make fun of my scrawny frame, but somehow, I always manage to laugh when Zoey does it. And in this case, it worked to my advantage; it's so relaxing feeling the warmth of her body and the rise and fall of her breaths as she lies underneath me, but it wouldn't be worth it if I hurt her with my weight.
I squeezed her hands as I touched my lips to hers. I kept the kiss gentle, with no pressing or use of my tongue. I only wanted to feel her warm mouth on mine.
“Zoey,” I whispered, purposefully exhaling against her mouth, as I lightly dragged my fingertips over the backs of her hands and down her arms. Her name always feels so right rolling off my tongue, even when I'm alone and calling it into emptiness. Whispering it after a kiss has become such a habit that I don't think I have a choice anymore; not that I mind that at all. She kissed me again as I touched her, moving as slowly as I could against her silk-smooth skin. I squeezed her shoulders when I reached them, causing her body to slightly jump underneath me. Her kisses became more forceful as she repeatedly kissed me and pulled back, her hot breaths against my mouth becoming more rapid. My hands continued down her sides, touching her through her cotton pajama shirt, as I returned her enthusiastic kisses. I stopped my hands at the middle of her torso and pushed in for a deeper kiss, putting all of my thoughts into claiming her mouth. She pushed back against me, leading us into the deepest kiss we could get from this position. No movements or words were necessary. In that moment, all I needed was her softness, her warmth, her very presence, the simple reminder that someone so wonderful loved me as much as I loved her.
She jerked back from the kiss once I cupped my hands around her torso and drummed my fingers against her skin.
“Mike!” she cried out in a whisper. “That tickled!”
Having learned that my movement did exactly what I wanted, I sat up and continued drumming my fingers against her. She managed not to make much noise, but her body still shook with her silent laughter as I tickled her. Even as she squirmed underneath me, I refused to stop my assault.
I refused to stop, that is, until she sat up abruptly and knocked me off balance. I toppled off the bed and hit my head on her thankfully carpeted floor, my legs propped up in the air by the side of her bed frame. I heard her shocked gasp, and in seconds, I had her face hovering over mine as she crouched next to me. Her forehead creased and she bit her lower lip.
“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry!” she kept repeating as she stared down at my face.
“Zoey, I'm fine,” I said, trying to add a laugh to my voice to set her at ease. “I'm not hurt.” It was mostly true; other than a light ache at the back of my head, I didn't feel anything. Falling out of bed when we messed around wasn't anything new, and I'd landed in more awkward positions before. But no matter how often this happened, Zoey always rushed to my side, looking concerned enough to call an ambulance if I couldn't convince her otherwise.
I hate worrying her more than anything, but it's so reassuring knowing she cares so much about me.
“If you're sure...” Zoey said, still frowning. “I can go get an ice pack if you need me to, it's not a problem...”
“I'm fine, I swear.”
“You're sure there's nothing I can do?”
“Well, there's one thing you can do while I'm down here...” I pushed my feet against her bed and slid across the floor until I could lay my legs flat. “Come here?" I asked, putting on my best puppy face. "Please?"
The smile finally returned to her own face, and she leaned down to gently peck my nose. “How can I say no to that face?” She then positioned herself over me, with my hips between her knees and her hands on the floor at either side of my head.
“Hey, handsome,” she greeted, giggling on her own words. In moments like this, with her infectious laugh ringing in my ears, I can never imagine feeling hurt again. I reached up and dug my fingers through her bright red hair.
“Hey, beautiful,” I responded, though I barely finished the phrase before I started laughing along with her. We'd been together for nearly a year, and yet I still couldn't get used to this without the awkwardness setting in.
But with her laughing off the awkwardness with me, things usually turn out all right.
She laid her body flat against mine, like I did to her earlier, and moved up to bury her face in my hair. She held my head in place by placing her hands against my temples, and she took a deep breath.
“You smell so good,” she murmured as she rubbed her face against my hair. “You're so soft, too... please don't ever get this cut...”
I would have promised not to, but something had me too distracted to speak. In her current position, her chest pressed against my face. Even with her shirt in the way, my body still heated at the thought of all the possibilities that faced me. Not too long ago, this position would have led me to panic and accidentally push her off of me due to my fear of going too far, but tonight, the thought of her moaning and grinding her hips against my stomach won out. It wasn't as if there was ever a time when I touched her and she got upset about it, after all... I pressed my hands flat against her back and buried my face into her cleavage.
“Mike!”
I'll never get enough of hearing her cry my name, no matter how quietly.
She gripped my hair and laughed as I covered her skin in light kisses, trying to reach everywhere on her breasts that her shirt didn't cover. The sweet, floral scent of her skin floated into my nostrils as I kissed her and wrapped itself around my brain, driving me to stay as close to her as possible. I craned my neck to kiss higher than her breasts, and she moved back a little to make it easier for me to reach new places with my mouth. Her moving along with me helped convince the small doubt in my head that she truly was okay with this, and with that extra push, I increased the speed and the intensity of my kisses. She kept laughing all the while, but once I latched my lips onto her throat, he laughter turned into a shuddered gasp. I wrapped my arms around her shivering body and held her tight as I rapidly flicked my tongue against her skin, causing her to gasp repeatedly and rub her hips against my stomach. She let out a high pitched moan as I sucked on her skin, then exhaled sharply when I finally let go.
“Wow...” She giggled again as she shifted to lie on the floor next to me, with her head against my shoulder. “I have no idea why I like that so much...”
“I'm just glad you do,” I said. “I like making you gasp. You sound cute.” I closed my eyes and relaxed with her resting in my arms. The floor wasn't the most comfortable place to cuddle with her, but holding her warm body and feeling her fingertips gently drift over my chest made it so I didn't care all that much. Moving back to the bed would have meant letting go of her, and I wasn't prepared to do that yet.
“I love your muscles,” she said as her hand brushed against my abs. “...that's not weird, is it?” she asked as she quickly withdrew her hand. “I mean- I know they're yours, of course they are, but still- if you don't want me to say anything I'll stop, I know it might be weird if I do-”
“I don't mind you liking my body,” I told her as I took her hand and placed it back on my stomach. “I mean, if it makes you happy...”
“But you should be happy, too,” Zoey said. “I don't want to sound like I love a part of you that isn't really you. That's not fair. Don't let me treat you like that.”
“It's still my body,” I said. “If you like it, make the most of it. Besides, I like when you touch me. I'm not gonna tell you to stop.”
Zoey started moving her hand against my stomach again, pressing harder now than she did before. “They're so firm...” she murmured. “I... always thought you were hot, even when we first met...” The way her voice quavered suggested that if I were to open my eyes and look down at her, she'd be blushing crimson. I hugged her tighter, hoping to set her at ease.
“Keep moving?” I asked. Even through my shirt, her touch sent tiny sparks through my body, sparks I couldn't get enough of. She obliged my request by drawing circles on my stomach with her fingers. As she touched me, her lips brushed against my neck and traveled up to my ear. I dug my fingers into her back and gasped for breath, trying my best to keep silent but not really succeeding. Low moans kept emerging from my heated body as she continued touching me. She may not have been doing much, but the knowledge that I have her touching me, Zoey and no one else, usually contributes a lot to my body overreacting to the slightest physical interactions with her.
It's yet another one of those things I'll never mind about being intimate with her.
“I love you,” she whispered after kissing my ear. “I love you so much...” She kissed my ear again and ran her hand lower on my stomach. “Can I...?” Her hand kept moving lower and lower, until she stopped with her fingertips on the waistband of my boxers. “Do you want more?”
“Please,” I asked with more urgency than I intended. “I- I mean-” Afraid of sounding too desperate, I tried backpedaling. “I just want you to touch me, Zoey. It doesn't even matter where.” In a way it did matter; I had a best case scenario in mind for exactly where she could put her hands. But I wasn't about to discourage her from whatever she had in mind. Any touch from Zoey was breathtaking, and I wanted to feel anything she wanted to give me. My body jerked and I gasped as she rubbed her palm against my inner thigh.
“Oh, Mike,” she moaned in my ear before kissing me yet again.
“Move higher?” I asked. Her hand slid up as she continued kissing me, going between my ear and cheek, pressing her lips wherever they'd go without really aiming for anything. My heart fluttered in anticipation as she moved closer to my crotch, and the second her thumb brushed against the bulge in my boxers, I squeezed my legs around her hand. Her laughter echoed in my ear as she rubbed against me as best as she could with her hand trapped like this.
“Come on, let go!”
“Aw, but this feels good...” I jokingly whined, thrusting against her hand for good measure. “Can't we stay like this for a while?”
“If you let go, I'll do something better,” she offered in what qualified as seductive for her voice. Most people seem to prefer when a girl speaks in a low, husky tone, and that a girl laughing and showing so much enthusiasm when trying to tease ruins the effect. But with the joyful sound of her suggestion flowing into my ear, all I could think of was figuring out when would be a good time to crawl on top of her and kiss the breath out of her.
“I'm listening,” I said as I opened my legs and freed her hand. “What did you have in mind?”
I yelped as her hand cupped around my bulge and squeezed. Not another word needed to be exchanged; the way I moaned and squeezed her even closer to my body told her everything she needed to know about how I felt about this new development. As she rubbed her palm against me, she sucked on the side of my neck. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it sent more than enough spark to make me moan even louder. A tiny part of my brain hoped I wasn't being loud enough to attract attention, but that worry was quickly drowned out by my mind's pleas for Zoey to never stop stroking me for as long as I lived. I may not have had her skin against mine, but the way she rubbed the fabric of my boxers against me almost made up for that lack.
Almost. If she decided to undress me, there was no way I would have complained.
“Let me kiss you...” Desperation made my requests come out a bit more like demands than they had earlier. “I wanna kiss you so bad...”
Zoey pulled off of my neck with a small sucking sound, then moved up and touched her nose to mine. “Then kiss me.”
She didn't need to ask me twice. With her in my reach, I had no reason not to take advantage of the opportunity. I kissed her mouth lightly at first, but as she increased the intensity of her handjob, I increased the intensity of my kisses. My erection stiffened more with every pass her hand made over it, but no matter how much she touched me, I still couldn't get enough. I gripped her shirt and kissed her hungrily, latching my mouth onto hers and moaning into it. My waist rocked against her hand as I tugged on her shirt, and images of my body thrusting against something other than her hand flooded my head. For the moment, any rational thought that didn't involve my affection for her ceased to exist.
Zoey pulled back from my kiss with a gasp. “You feel like you need more...” she said after giving my erection a particularly tight squeeze.
“I do...” I moaned, barely thinking clearly enough to realize what I was responding to. “God, Zoey, I want you more than anything right now...”
“I want you, too.” She kissed me once more, then finally removed her hand from my body and gave some of my rationality back. “Where do you keep condoms?”
If her touching and kissing me was a beautiful symphony, then that question was the sound of the record scratching and stopping.
“Aw, no...” I grumbled. “No, no, no...” I kept mumbling under my breath. My frustration nearly dragged my mind underwater in favor of Chester, who probably wasn't someone Zoey wanted to see after what we just did. She must have recognized the trigger, though, for she started to squeeze my shoulders. It calmed me down enough that I never fully switched, but it didn't fix the initial problem.
“Mike?” Zoey asked. “Are you all right?”
“I left my condoms at your house,” I admitted sheepishly. “I don't have any here...”
“Oh...” Zoey focused on the floor next to me, her brow furrowed. “I love you, and I want to, but... I can't risk...”
“I know. I know. I can't either. It's not worth it if you're not safe.”
She rested her head on my shoulder and I resumed hugging her. We lay still; I wasn't ready to get my hormones rushing any rougher than they already were when there wasn't much I could do about it. My erection throbbed inside my underwear, as if it didn't realize the problem and was questioning why I wasn't buried to the hilt inside Zoey by now. I ran my hands over her back and hips, admiring her gorgeous curves, and wondered if I should take a chance, just this once...
I shook that idea as instantly as it came to me. How could I even consider that? I wanted more than anything to pull her into my lap, to feel her writhing against me and hear her begging me by name to push deeper and touch her everywhere I could reach. Nothing could possibly remove those images from my mind. But nothing would ever be worth risking hurting her. I may not have had anything to lose by ignoring protection, but bad luck could cost her everything. I internally swore at myself for even considering putting her in that position, no matter how much I tried to couch it in wanting to do something good for her.
“I'm sorry,” I said as I squeezed her tighter. “I shouldn't have gotten our hopes up.”
“It's fine.”
I kept my eyes shut and didn't move; there wasn't much else I could do. My body began relaxing, finally convinced that nothing more would be happening tonight, and slowly I began drifting into sleep. We may have remained on the floor, but I suppose I was too focused on holding Zoey to realize that for the time being. It's not like that would have been the first time I slept on the floor, after all. This wasn't even a novelty anymore. I may not have ever consciously decided to sleep down here before, but it amounted to the same in the end.
“Mike? Are you awake?”
I only barely heard her voice. If she'd spoken up seconds later, I probably wouldn't have heard her.
“Hm...” I replied. “Kind of...”
“If you're tired, we should go to bed.”
“I know... I don't know if I'm tired, though. I think I'm just relaxed. But I don't know what else we can do this late anyway.”
Zoey returned to stroking my chest, this time by pressing her palm against me and moving it in circles. My heart had calmed down when we weren't moving, but it started fluttering again at the feeling of her hand. The images in my head turned to us kissing, to her lying on top of me, to her pressing herself against me-
I took a deep breath and tried my best to calm my imagination. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't begin to ask her to stop touching me, but the temptation to do something I knew we couldn't burned way too strong.
“What if we did something we don't need protection for?” Zoey asked. “I don't want to just leave you hanging.”
“You don't owe me anything-”
“But I want to!” she insisted. She moved to sit up, so I let go to allow her to move up and look into my eyes. “I know I used to think I'd never really be into... messing around... with a guy...” Her face blushed red and she averted my eyes with hers, so I rested my hand on her cheek in the hopes of comforting her. It didn't change her body language, but she still kept talking. “I'm really into you, Mike. I love your personality, of course... you treat me so well, and you're so much fun to talk to... but I'm physically attracted to you, too. I've thought guys looked good even before we met, but I didn't know I was into touching guys until...” She took a deep breath. “Well... don't think of it like me owing you something. I want to do something with you. So do this for me?” Her eyes locked with mine again. “Is there anything you have in mind that we can do? There's gotta be something. I don't want to stop here.”
“Um...” I ran several scenarios through my head of ways we could please each other, and a specific image kept repeating itself. “Oral?” I asked. “Do you like doing that to me? It's been a while since we've done that.”
If possible, her blush grew even brighter. “I- uh-”
“Sorry!” I said. “Sorry, shouldn't have asked! You don't have to if you don't like it!”
“No, it's not- I do like-” She took another deep breath. “You like that? I didn't think I was any good at it, since I can't do it very long...”
“Zoey, you're great!” I assured her as I rubbed my hand against her cheek. “I love it when you go down on me. I just don't like asking much since I didn't know if you liked it.”
“I do like it. I just didn't know if you did.”
“And I didn't wanna ask when I didn't know if you did.”
“As long as you're okay with it-”
“I am if you are-”
“Then we-”
“Yeah, of course-”
We kept on speaking over and interrupting each other with assurances, giggling nervously and looking anywhere in the room but at each other the whole time. We'd been sexually active with each other for months, so we probably should have been more comfortable with talking about sex with each other than this. But no longer how long we spent together, the thought of anything more intimate than heavy kissing still had a way of turning me into a nervous first-timer who has no idea what he's supposed to do. I'd find my stride once we got started and I could tell she was enjoying herself, but when it came to getting started, the fear of disappointing her had a tendency of freezing me up. I had to be absolutely perfect for her. I had to leave her wanting for nothing more than what I'd given her. If I ever found out she only did something for me, not because she wanted to, or that she wanted me to give her more and I couldn't deliver, I'd never be able to make it up to her.
As for Zoey, while I can't claim to know what she was thinking, I knew how inexperienced she was. She'd barely had anything she could call a relationship before me, since every guy she'd tried dating either turned out to be leading her on as a joke, wanted way more than she was prepared to give on their first date, or acted like too much of a jerk for her to want to see him again. She'd confided in me that I was the first person she'd even kissed on the lips, never mind had sex with. All of her experience depended on me. She was still so new at this; combined with her socially nervous nature, no wonder she was so uneasy.
I had to set her at ease.
“Should we move to the bed?” I asked. “It'd be way more comfortable than the floor.”
Zoey nodded, then moved to get off of me. I prepared to stand up myself, but before I could, I felt one arm sliding under my knees and her other under my back. With a bit of effort, she lifted me off the floor and carried me bridal-style.
“I told you, you're light,” she said.
“I like when you carry me, so that's a good thing,” I said with a smile. I wrapped my arms around her neck, leaned my head against hers, and closed my eyes. With her hold protecting me, I could have relaxed there for a while...
She rubbed her head against mine, then carried me across the room. Just as soon as I'd gotten used to her cradling me, I bounced on the bed as she set me down. I didn't have time to lament her letting go, however; immediately after putting me down, she climbed on top of me and resumed our earlier make out session. Her hands squeezed around my hips, and I jerked my waist up toward her.
“You do want this, right?” she asked as she started pulling my boxers down, brushing her fingertips against my legs as she pulled them off. Instead of speaking, I dug my fingers through her hair and grabbed her lower lip with my mouth.
“Nn... that a yes?” she asked through heavier breaths as she kept pulling my boxers down.
I answered by lightly grazing my teeth against her lip, then giving it a small suck.
I love those soft, full lips, and I couldn't wait to feel what she planned on doing with them.
She retreated away from me, though I didn't stop sucking her lip until she backed out of my reach and slipped her lip out of my mouth with a popping sound. She kept moving back as she pulled my boxers down and exposed me, her fingers shooting sparks through my muscles as they ran down my skin in the process. Her eyes never left my erection, not even as she pulled my boxers off my feet and absentmindedly tossed them down to the floor.
“You're already so hard,” she said, breathing heavily.
“You did a great job with your hand earlier,” I told her. “Hey, mind if I sit up? I wanna watch you.”
“Go ahead, if that's what you really want...”
“It is.” I pushed myself up into a sitting position, then swung my legs over the side of the bed. “How do you feel about kneeling?”
“I think I like it best,” she said. “I move at a better angle that way.”
“And I get a nice view, so we both win.” That last phrase was supposed to be suggestive, but my nervous laughter probably ruined the effect. Zoey didn't seem too bothered, though. Instead, after laughing with me, she kissed me on the nose. I opened my thighs, and she moved down to kneel between them. She locked her gorgeous brown eyes with mine, then once she was certain I was watching, she slowly wrapped her hands around the base of my cock. I hissed through my teeth and thrust into her hand as she slightly moved her wrist, lightly sliding my skin up and down.
I could have climaxed from her earlier handjob, and this was even better than that.
“Tighter,” I murmured between heavy breaths, still gazing into her eyes. They positively glowed along with her smile, making the whole thing even more erotic than just the tactile sensation could provide. She obliged and gripped me harder, though her movements remained small and subtle. “Perfect...”
She alternated between jerking her wrist and fluttering her fingers against me. I stiffened and twitched in her hand, and internally begged for her not to let me go. Not now, not ever.
As she stroked me, my eyesight drifted down her body. I loved her eager smile, but I couldn't help but admire the nice view down the front of her shirt this position gave me. The top was thin and low-cut, so it didn't leave much to the imagination. Her hardened nipples poked through the fabric, and the tops of her breasts fully displayed themselves to me. The only thing her top hid from me was her curves, due to how loosely it hung rather than clinging to her.
I knew an easy way to fix that, however.
“Take this off?” I asked as I lifted the straps on her shoulders. “Please?”
“Will you touch me if I do?” she asked, grinning at me.
“You don't even need to ask.”
She let go of me long enough to take her shirt off and drop it on top of my boxers, then took my cock in her hand again before I had the chance to fill the void with my own touch. Her wrist moved more quickly this time, and she licked her lips as she looked from my face to between my legs. As I promised her, I cupped my hands over her soft, perky breasts and gave them a light squeeze. They fit so nicely in my hands, as if I was the one meant to touch her like this... I moved her breasts in small circles as I squeezed them, with my palms pressed against her nipples. Her breaths picked up and she moved closer, allowing each warm pant to breeze over my cock.
I twitched again, and if I wasn't already fully erect from everything else, those breaths would be what did it.
“Zoey, I can't wait,” I moaned. “Use your mouth on me... do whatever you want, but I need your mouth...”
Her silky lips touched my cock right above her hand, and by reflex, I grabbed her breasts tighter. She gasped against me, leading me to thrust again, then started kissing her way up my length. On one hand, the leisurely pace of her kisses was nearly torture; images from every angle of her mouth engulfing me flew through my head, and I couldn't wait to see it happen right before my eyes. But still, of all the possible ways for me to spend an evening, her kissing up and down my member while I rubbed my fingers into her breasts was definitely one of the best possible activities. After a few passes up and down with only her lips, she stuck out her tongue and began licking me with the same slow pace. I shuddered and swore under my breath as her tongue left a wet trail on my skin.
“Could you move around a little?” I asked. She hummed in acknowledgment, then started licking me from the side, making another trail in the process. “Yeah...” I encouraged her through my light gasps. “Yeah, that's it...” I squeezed my hands around her breasts for a moment, causing her to moan against me. “Zoey, that's so good...”
“I love you,” she said between licks.
“I love you, too...”
I ran my hands up her breasts and to her shoulders, constantly drumming my fingers against her skin as I went. She giggled at the tickling sensation, so I moved down her arms in order to keep that sound going. While her licks, kisses, and breaths between my legs excited me, the warmth her skin radiated comforted me, and I could have melted from the combination of emotions she caused in me. As I watched her slowly and lovingly bathe my cock with her tongue, constantly moving around the circumference to wet every inch of my shaft, and subtly jerk her hand just enough for me to feel the pressure, I realized for the umpteenth time in our relationship just how lucky I was to have her. No one else ever made me feel so safe and at ease in my daily life, and I couldn't imagine wanting anyone else kneeling in front of me like this. I may have trusted other girls this much before Zoey, but she was the one who had my trust now, and she'd own it as long as she wanted to.
“Mike...” she moaned. “Oh, Mike...” Her waist rocked against the air as she licked me, and her free hand stroked her inner thigh and quickly headed north.
“Are you doing all right?” I asked.
“I'm fine,” she said. She licked me again, not lifting her tongue as she moved from right above her hand to right below my head, and I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering exhale. “I told you, I love doing this for you...” She made the same motion and got the same reaction from me. “Especially if you keep breathing like that. It's really hot...”
“I know, but... the way you're moving...” I rested my hands on her breasts and rubbed again, which made her hips rock even faster. “I wanna help out. Is there anything that would make it better for you?”
“...think there's a way for you to touch me during this?” she asked, her cheeks glowing pink. “If not, that's okay! ...but I think I'd really like that.”
“Sure, I can do that,” I said. I wasn't actually sure if I could do that; I hadn't thought out the logistics of the plan. I had, however, thought about what it would feel like to rub between her legs while she went down on me, and in that sense, I could definitely do what she wanted. She let go of my cock, and I slid back so that I sat in the middle of the bed with my legs stretched out. Zoey then came up to join me. She sat in my lap, linked her hands behind my neck, and pressed her mouth against mine. As we kissed, she ground her hips into mine, teasing my cock with the fabric of her shorts. I whispered her name into her mouth as I stroked the backs of her bare shins. Her skin emitted more heat now than it did even five minutes ago, and my own body temperature started to spike as she squirmed against my erection.
I made a quick mental note that next time we had sex, I wanted it just like this.
I ran my hands up the backs of her shins and then her thighs, drinking in every curve and bump along the way as my fingertips drifted over them. A short, adorable gasp came from her mouth as I slipped the fingers on one of my hands inside the leg of her shorts and stroked the top of her thigh. She squirmed faster as I grabbed her waistband with my other hand and pulled her shorts off of her butt. I gripped one of her cheeks in my free hand and squeezed, and she gasped again and started tugging at the hair that rested against the back of my neck.
“Please,” she whispered as she panted into my mouth. At her encouragement, I pressed her closer to me with my hands in their original positions and ground my own waist against hers. She broke away from the kiss and rested her head on my shoulder. Light kisses occasionally brushed against my neck, and when she wasn't busy kissing me, she buried her face against my skin and nuzzled. Her warm breaths became more rapid, especially after I began rubbing both of my hands against her body. If we kept this up, I could have quite happily climaxed this way...
...until I remembered our original plan and how that sounded really nice, too.
“Please stop,” I said in the same tone I'd normally use to whisper her name and urge her to take things further; in the heat of the moment, I didn't have another voice. I grabbed her hips and pushed her away from my waist, and she lifted her head from my shoulder and moved along with my pushing. As she sat back on my legs, I couldn't help but glimpse down to see what she wore under her shorts, and I wasn't at all disappointed. A pair of panties, the same pale pink as the nightshirt she previously discarded, clung to her hips. Hot pink lace trimmed the hems, and a small bow in the same shade decorated the front.
Bright and feminine colors, lace, ribbon... I'll never get over how unbelievably cute she looks. She's not obligated to dress just for me, but her current attire, wearing only her girly panties with her bright shorts rolled up below them, looked incredibly tempting. I pressed my finger against the bow and moved it in circles, which made her giggle and squirm in pleasure.
“You're so adorable,” I said, smiling at her. “There's no other girl I'd want in my lap like this.”
“Good, because there's no other lap I'd wanna be in,” she told me. “Do you know what sitting in a hot guy's lap makes me wanna do?”
“Hot, huh?” was the only response I had to that. Instead of commenting, she grabbed my face and kissed my smiling mouth. My head buzzed with the same intensity as before; she could kiss me for the rest of my life and it would never stop exciting me. I let her take the reins with this kiss, and instead focused on undressing her all the way. She lifted herself off of my legs so I could pull her panties and shorts down her legs in one motion, but my legs soon stopped them. After breaking the kiss, she climbed out of my lap and leaned back on the bed. Her legs spread as wide as she could get them with her clothes around her knees.
“Oh god...” I murmured under my breath as my face grew hot. It didn't matter how often she spread her legs for me; I'd always find that sight intoxicating. I kept my eyes on her slick, pink lower lips, framed with curly brown hair, as I finished pulling her clothes down her shins and over her pretty feet with their painted red toes. Briefly, I entertained the idea of diving down and tasting how wet I'd made her.
I'd have to see for myself later.
Instead, I tossed her clothes off of the bed, then sat back in my original spot. “Wanna get back to this?” I asked, stroking myself to emphasize my point.
“Mmm...” She leaned forward and got on her hands and knees, then looked up at me. “You said you'd rub me, right? How should I sit? I mean, if you still want to...”
“Of course I still want to,” I said. “Let me think...” I sifted through my thoughts of all the various angles she could lick me from, trying to find one that would let me comfortably touch her.
“Here, lay on your side with your body facing me,” I said. “Put your head in my lap and try curling around me. That might work.”
“Like this?” she asked as she moved. She wrapped her fingers around the hand I used to grip myself, with her elbow rested between my legs, and curved her torso so her knees rested behind me.
“Is that comfortable for you?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then start?”
She lowered her head and resumed her earlier licks Almost instantly I got right back into the mood I was in then, with my heart racing and my breath hitching. She couldn't reach as much of me as she could when she knelt, but the pulses of sensation from her licking the side satisfied me more than well enough. I watched her lovingly as her mouth slid against my skin, before my eyes slowly closed in satisfaction. She removed her hand from mine so that I could let go of myself, then grabbed me again and slowly stroked, sliding up when her tongue moved up and then moving them both down together. With my hand now free, I gently cupped it around her side and ran it down her skin to get her to exhale against me. Her blowjobs always felt great, but when combined with her pleased reactions to my touches, they were nothing short of incredible.
“Ah!” I cried out and my hand froze, gripping her side instead of rubbing it, as she pressed the tip of her tongue against the underside, right below the head. “Stay there...” My hips rocked as she focused her tongue there, dragging it back and forth against the ridge. Her hand made bigger movements, sliding halfway up before going back down to rest at the base, although she still wasn't moving very fast yet. “Zoey, you're the best...” I went back to rubbing her side, traveling down until I reached her ass. I grabbed her again, this time touching her bare skin instead of rubbing her through her panties.
“Ahn...” She moaned and sped up, both her mouth and her tongue, as I squeezed and released her flesh.
“You're so soft...” I said. “So soft and pretty... god, Zoey, please don't stop... I don't wanna stop...” Every part of her, from her hair all the way down to her toes, is as beautiful as I could ever imagine. I would never ask her to change a single thing about her body; everything about her fits together perfectly to make Zoey, the most compassionate, sweet hearted girl I've ever met, and I couldn't ever wish for anything else. But if I have to pick a favorite part of her from a purely hormonal standpoint, I always turn to thoughts of her butt.
I'm a little ashamed to admit that very early into our relationship, before we even left the island, I once accidentally groped her. I went to wrap my arm around her waist, misjudged the distance, and instead landed my hand right on her ass. And when she didn't protest, instead of moving, I chose to leave it there. In the moment, I felt like pulling back would have drawn more attention to it; if I didn't move, I could pretend both to the cameras and to Zoey that I hadn't noticed and I really thought I was just touching her back.
But although my embarrassment overshadowed and enjoyment I could have gotten at the time, I loved how that felt even then. My opinion of it hasn't changed any, although I do try to keep my purposeful groping to the privacy of our homes now.
I ran my hand over it from top to bottom, moving from the small of her back down to the top of her thigh. It's a very generous size; it jutted out quite nicely, and I loved feeling its large curve under my palm as I moved. I loved squeezing and playing with it – it felt so smooth and soft, and so much firmer than her breasts, as hot to touch as those were. I loved watching the way it bounced when I made love to her from an angle that let me see it, and how it made the perfect resting spot for my hands as we moved together. Best of all were the low, aroused sounds she made when I played with her, along with the way she squirmed against my palm when I found the right spot to touch.
I love Zoey as a person. I love hanging out with her. I love how kindly she treats me. I love making her smile.
But when it comes to us getting intimate with each other, god, I love her ass.
And in that moment, her tongue was pretty good, too. I shivered as a warm drop of her saliva trickled from her tongue and over my skin, only for her hand to come up and stroke it into my skin.
“I like it wet...”
“Hn...?” She made a questioning noise and looked up at me, but didn't remove her tongue from me. “I like when you get me wet with your mouth,” I clarified, finding it bit easier to speak when she didn't move. “I know it's a bit messy... but when you go down on me... I like it messy...”
“I can do that.” She pulled her head back for a second, then held her lips over my tip and pushed the fluid from her mouth, letting it drip out rather than actively spitting on me. I whimpered and rocked as more hot saliva trickled from her lips to my cock. My reactions only became stronger when she started licking me again, this time focusing on my head and smearing her spit into my skin.
“F... fuck...” I moaned. “Keep going... you're incredible...”
“Like this?” she asked, then circled her tongue around my tip.
“Yes!” I tilted my head back and clenched my teeth as she worked on me, occasionally groaning in pleasure through my teeth. I gripped her ass and shook it, which got her to make a sound somewhere between amusement and arousal, but it barely broke her stride before she returned to licking my head. As I continued squeezing her, she parted her legs and held one knee upright, with the bottom of her foot against the bed.
“Could you touch between my legs?” she asked between licks. “You promised...”
“Yeah, I did,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I... got a little... distracted...”
“I'm not mad,” she said. “I liked what you were doing. I'm just ready for something else.”
I gave her ass a final squeeze, unable to resist getting that final move in, before dragging my hand over her hip. She'd returned to licking me, so she didn't have any words to say about it, but her quiet moans told me enough. I rubbed from her hip to her stomach, then down through her hair until my middle finger tapped her clit. Her hips jerked forward against my hand, and I responded by moving the small bud in circles with my fingertip. She panted against my cock, her hot breaths mixing delightfully with the wet marks she left on my skin. After giving her clit a final press, I slid my finger down her slit.
“Zoey, you're soaked...” I said with a moan as I ran my finger between her swollen lips, coating my finger with her fluids. “Is this because of me...?” She hummed in affirmation, and my skin heated in arousal.
I really turned her on... she enjoyed being with me this much...
I kept sliding my finger back and forth inside her slick, wet slit, occasionally brushing her clit with my wet finger and making her hips buck.
“Don't stop!” she said, panting. “I need you, Mike...” She pressed her closed lips against my tip, and I continued pressing circles into her clit, steadily pressing harder and moving quicker. I clutched the sheets with my free hand as her mouth, almost as wet as her pussy, quivered against my head. I had no intention to stop pleasing her, and I hoped she felt the same way.
My breaths caught in my throat as her mouth slowly parted and her head moved down, taking my cock's head into her mouth. Intense heat radiated from her mouth and over my flesh, and spit still drenched the inside of her mouth.
“Zoey.” My first exhale after that contained her name. Her head moved down, taking more of me by the second, and it took a good deal of self control for me to not burst right then. Just the sight of this made my heart rush.
After going part of the way down, her head quickly shot up. She gasped once her mouth was free, then started panting.
“Sorry, still need a little practice...” she said. “My mouth gets a little sore when I'm not used to doing that.”
“It's okay,” I told her. “Take your time. Don't push yourself for me, all right? This is for both of us.” I ran my free hand through her hair and smiled at her for good measure. She smiled back and nodded at me, then lowered her head again and once more took me in her mouth. My hand remained in her hair, but I didn't tug or push, instead preferring to let her go at her own pace. Her head steadily bobbed up and down my length, not taking me quite as deep as she did during her last attempt, and her hand stroked me with the same rhythm. She wrapped her free arm around me and rubbed her fingers into the small of my back, and like a feather tipping a scale, with that one action added to everything else, I was gone. The world could have collapsed right outside my window and I wouldn't have noticed. With Zoey's head in my lap, what else could I have possibly cared about?
I ran my finger back to her slit, still drawing circles into her skin as I moved. She moaned against my cock as I touched her, making it twitch against her tongue. My finger kept going lower, searching for the right spot, and once I found it, I pushed.
Her muffled cry vibrated against me as her opening accepted my finger easily. I rapidly pushed my finger in and out of her, never pulling all the way out. With how slick she was, her body offered no resistance as my finger pushed as deep as it could and then pulled right back out to the bottom of my nail, constantly thrusting as fast as I could go. As I fingered her, Zoey pulled her mouth off of me with a satisfying popping sound and started panting again.
I pulled my finger out of her after she stopped sucking me.“Everything okay?” I asked. “Was it too much?”
“No!” she said abruptly. “I... I mean-” She laughed awkwardly and blushed. “It wasn't too much. I... I wanted to ask for more, actually. Could you use two fingers?”
“Of course I could. Anything for you.”
She took me back in her mouth, and as she worked her way back up to her previous pace, I ran my index finger through her slit to get it as slick as my middle. Once satisfied, I found her opening again and slipped my index and middle finger inside her at once. It didn't take me any more effort to get two fingers inside her; if anything, her inner walls' throbbing made me feel as if her body was eagerly pulling me in. I took no issue with filling that request. I thrust my fingers with the same vigor as before, drawing the cutest muffled sounds out of her full mouth as I did. Occasionally I'd curl my fingers against the roof toward the front, which got me the loudest moans and strongest shudders from her. Meanwhile, her head kept bobbing over my cock, getting deeper and faster with every movement. Spit ran out of her mouth and down to where she couldn't reach from her mouth, and she started making slurping sounds as she sucked.
This whole thing was so sloppy and undignified, a side of her that no one besides me had ever seen. And despite myself, I loved it.
“Oh god!” I cried out in shock as my tip brushed against the back of her mouth. “Zoey!”
Her head came up quicker than last time. “Mike?! Mike, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”
I stopped moving my fingers and started choking on my breath and trying to remember which way was up. “You don't... have to push... that far...” I struggled to get out as I regained my breath.
“I'm so sorry! I just thought you'd like that...”
“I... I did...” I swallowed and took a few more breaths as the shock finally wore off. “That was great, but please don't push too hard for my sake...”
“I didn't mind it,” Zoey said. “I wasn't choking, I just wanted to see how far I could go.”
“If you don't mind...” I said. “I'd love for you to do that again. Just don't let me pressure you.”
After moving back to my lap, she started off with a few more licks, then took me back into her mouth. Her mouth moved right down to her limit, letting me feel the back of her mouth, then pulled off all the way to take a deep breath.
“Again,” I urged as I resumed fingering her. “Please keep going!”
She continued moving in that pattern. Her head would go as far down as she could stand, hold me for a few seconds, and then pop me out of her mouth so she could breathe. She'd often moan, cry my name, or express her love after coming up, and the second the sounds escaped her mouth, she'd be right back down again. Her entire body flushed pink with arousal as we worked on each other; I fantasized about the idea of giving her an orgasm while she held me in her mouth and hearing how she'd scream in that position.
Even if I couldn't do it tonight, I'd have to try it eventually.
“Zoey, you're perfect!” My fist tightened around her hair, slightly pulling now but still not controlling her, and I throbbed inside her mouth. “God, I've... never felt like this... keep going!” I kept encouraging her with my words and my hands to please keep going with the best blowjob I'd ever had in my life. Not just because of her movements, although those were amazing, but also because of the way it combined with me getting to touch her and the fact of who was going down on me to begin with.
My limbs tensed and my toes curled as tight as they'd go as my pleasure hit its peak. “Cumming!” I gasped as my eyes squeezed shut. “Zoey, I'm gonna-”
She pulled her mouth off of me not a second too late and gripped the base of my cock tightly as my orgasm rushed over me. Shaky, shallow breaths leaked from my lungs as every muscle in my body pulsed and burned with an intoxicating fire. I wanted so badly to scream; if we were alone in the house, I would have. I would have screamed for Zoey about how much I loved her, I would have screamed 'thank you' for everything she'd ever done for me. Instead, all I could do was push my fingers as deep inside her body as they could go and hope my gasps got my message across.
I slowly opened my eyes once my body relaxed and let my head return to Earth. Several shots of my release dripped down my member, settled on my legs, and stained my sheets. Zoey had already let go of me, but apparently not before a shot of my cum hit the side of her hand. She didn't seem uncomfortable with it, so I let myself get turned on by the sight.
“We should clean this up,” she said with a laugh.
I nodded in agreement and pulled my hand out of her body. “Could you get me a tissue?”
“I'll do it.” She sat up to reach a tissue from the box on my nightstand, then lay back down to gently mop the mess off my cock and my legs. As she cleaned me off, I wrapped my mouth around my own fingers and licked them, moaning and shivering from her sweet taste.
I got to cum during that, but she didn't... that wasn't fair at all...
Once she dried my skin and hers and got as much as she could off the sheets, she tossed the tissue across the room into my trash can, then sat up and cuddled against my side. I gently hugged her and planted several light kisses on her mouth to thank her for what it just did for me, kisses she eagerly returned as she played with the tail of hair that rested against my neck. After a few kisses, I pressed my forehead against hers and tucked her hair behind her ears with both of my hands.
“Zoey? I think you deserve a turn now.”
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