25. Zane

Chapter twenty-five

Zane

T he conversation that has flowed freely all afternoon suddenly dries up now my sons have departed. I can't take my eyes off how beautiful she looks in that dress, but such formal wear may be a little uncomfortable for her on a lazy Sunday evening.

"Do you want to go upstairs and change?" I ask, not wanting to waste any more time.

Her cheeks flush pink and she bites her lip before nodding shyly. "I wouldn't mind a repeat of yesterday morning."

"Oh?" How could I say no to that? "All of it?" I clarify with a grin.

She giggles playfully. "Down to the bananas." The sound of her laughter warms my heart and ignites a fire within me.

I want this just as much as she does. No, I need this. The need for it to be wild and intense, every part of our bodies pressed against each other until we are both left breathless and spent.

"Yes," I reply huskily, already envisioning the passion that will consume us once we reach the bedroom.

I lead her up the staircase, each step creaking beneath our weight. I gently push the door closed behind us, the click echoing in the silence of my empty room.

"Strip for me," I command, my voice low and husky. She flashes me a playful smile and twirls, but I can't wait any longer. Grabbing her wrist mid-spin, I pull her body against mine, feeling her warmth radiating through our clothes. Our eyes lock in a heated moment between our kissing and teasing.

My hands trace the curves of her body as they find the hem of her dress and gently lift it over her head. My gaze travels down her figure, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. Her breasts heaving with each breath encased in delicate white lace that only adds to their allure. Without hesitation, I lean down and bury my face between them, revelling in their softness as I squeeze them with my hands.

A nervous excitement tingles through me as I realise it's been over twenty years since I've touched a woman's bra. I don't let that stop me as I deftly unhook the clasp and free them from their confines. She leans back slightly, giving me better access, and like a pro I release the bra with ease.

In a moment of pure self-satisfaction, I let out a whoop that hangs in the air like a ribbon. Her chuckle is a sweet release of nerves, mingling with mine in perfect harmony. As I free her breasts from their fabric cocoons, they spring forth like two ripe peaches, begging to be tasted. My mouth eagerly obeys, savouring each nipple as it hardens against my tongue. Her hands grip my shoulders for balance as I tease her knickers down her legs with playful determination, freeing each foot. With one last swift motion, the final piece of clothing slides away and the most breath-taking woman in the world stands naked before me.

"You are like an angel," I cannot help but praise. "This is all for you, my love," I reassure her as I guide her hand down to the front of my crotch, showing her how she makes me feel.

Her voice is a shy whisper, filled with desire as she asks, "I want your taste on my tongue."

"Anything you wish, my darling," I reply huskily. Eager with anticipation, she drops to her knees between my parted legs and begins to unzip me slowly. The fabric falls away, revealing the growing bulge, leaning back on the bed, I lift my hips to aid her whilst she pulls down my trousers. It has been so long since I have felt this level of intimacy, and I want every sensation to be perfect for her.

Her mouth finally touches my swollen cock, kissing down its length with gentle lips. Each moment of contact is a mixture of warmth and tenderness, a loving dedication that has been absent from my life for far too long. Her hands explore my body, tracing over muscles and curves with curious fingers before cupping my balls and rolling them between gentle palms.

She takes me deeper into her mouth, her movements becoming more confident and purposeful. Sucking on the head of my cock with slow yet deliberate motions whilst one of her hands massages my balls and the other squeezes and jerks the length of my cock she hasn't managed to get into her throat. Even with her initial hesitation, she quickly finds a rhythm that brings me close to the edge.

I am determined to honour her wishes and instead of letting her bring me to completion, I'll give her what she truly desires – to feel me deep inside her.