Chapter Sixteen: Sam
Zara and I are driving back to my apartment in the limo I hired for the evening. Rich is taking the long way home – like I asked – giving the two of us some to time alone with one another before getting to my place. I’m situated between Zara’s leg, ready to taste that sweet pussy of hers, when she tips my head up by holding a finger under my chin.
“Let me take care of you tonight.” She has her hands on my shoulder and pushes me back until I give her enough room to kneel on the floor with me. She motions with her chin towards the seat. “Sit down.” Her voice is low and sultry, dripping with promises for the evening. I get on to the soft leather and sit back, getting a clear view of what she wants to do. Her hands sit on top of my clothed thighs and they creep up until she reaches the hem of my pants. She bites her bottom lip as her hands get closer to my zipper. Carefully unbuttoning my pants, Zara pulls them down – underwear included – until my dick springs out. The space feels better, the strain they were feeling, restricted by the tighten fabric gone, but I still a slight discomfort. I almost touch myself to relieve some of the pressure, but Zara beats me to it, wrapping her hand at the base of my shaft. She gives a few soft pumps before using her tongue to lick the entire length of my cock. I throw my head back, the sudden sensations almost unbearable. When I look at her face, I see a satisfied smirk. If she didn’t have her hand around my penis, I’d kiss her, but all of my thoughts are muddled because of the sheer pleasure that Zara’s giving to me.
I feel her lips wrap around my tip and then her warm mouth envelopes me. I look back at her and take her hair out of its tight bun, wrapping it around my fist. She moans around my dick, the small vibrations tickling me. Her head bobs up and down, her hand keeping up with the motion. My balls become heavy and I start to move my hips, fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. My hand in her hair tightens as the tingles in my body turn into shards. White hot bursts of pleasure spike through me, all of my perception coming through where Zara is touching me. Her tongue twirls around my head and the blood rushes to my penis. “Shit, Zara. I’m about to come.” Her response is obviously muffled, but it’s an affirmative. She doesn’t let up, the suctions she’s creating with her cheeks pushing me closer to the precipice. I pull her back a little harder than I intended, but Zara groans in response, so I do it again. I try to hold off a little longer, not wanting this amazing experience to end. But I’m unable to and I come, violent spurts of cum shooting into her mouth. She swallows as much as she can, a little spilling out. Once my body is down draining me, I let go of her hair, fully collapsing on to the car seat. Zara lets my dick fall out of her mouth. She wipes her finger around the sides of her lips, licking whatever leaked out off of her finger. She moves up to my face, kissing me with the intensity of a woman possessed Her fingers are digging into the back of my scalp, pushing our faces and mouths together. Her tongue touches mine, the remnants of my orgasm still in her mouth. I love the way I taste on her, a desire to mark the rest of her body boiling up inside of me. It’s a strange thought – mainly because I’ve never had it before. She moves from my mouth, peppering her kisses all over my face before finder her way to my neck. I know she’s hungry for more and I fully intend to satiate that craving of hers.
“How was that?” She bites her lip and I kiss her again. She grinds against me as my lips pull her deeper into our connection.
“Amazing.” I pull my underwear and pants back up and pat my chest for Zara to curl up in. I tell her everything I plan to do with her body once we get back to my place. I keep my voice low, almost whispering my intentions while my fingers lightly pull through her hair. We stay like this until we reach my apartment – the two of us ready to burst from excitement. We go upstairs to revel in one another’s bodies before spending the rest of the night together.
Right as we’re falling asleep, I wonder what the two of us are doing. Before Dani popped up at our dinner, Sarah had been asking me about what our night meant. I’d thought it was going to be the opening for her to ask about what our entire relationship meant, but after I told her it was a date if she wanted it to be a date, Zara dropped the whole conversation. Things didn’t get better when Dani – a sort of ex of mine – was our waitress. Zara’s responses only got more enigmatic from there until we moved away from any kind of relationship or label and simply enjoyed our shared meal. I’m not sure what she wants anymore and that scares me because it gets me thinking about what I want. I end up on the conclusion that I don’t know what I want and that scares me.