Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(53)

“Am I arousing you?” I ask as I continue my ministrations.

She moans again and grips my biceps.

“Answer me, Zoey.” I know her moans are my answer, but I want verification.

“Oh, Brandon. Yes.”

I reward her with another kiss. This time on her neck. I suck the tender skin and then I roll my tongue up and down the length. My first real taste of her. She tastes delicious. Salty and sweet. Like salted caramel.

She moans again, this time louder and then mutters, “Oh my God,” under her breath. I’ve obviously struck an über-sensitive spot. Her moans and groans are f*cking turning me on. I so want to be inside her again, but I’m going to take it slowly. That is, if I can hold on. My cock is throbbing, begging for re-entry. What are you waiting for? I hear it cry out.

My brain and cock at war, I drag my tongue down her chest until it’s deep inside the well of her cleavage. I stroke it up and down, lapping up the sweat beads that have gathered on her flesh.

“Look at me, baby,” I order before I move on.

She tilts her head forward and her half-mast eyes meet mine. A half-smile is all she gets from me.

I cup her right breast in both hands and lift it as my mouth goes down on it. I suck and gnaw and then circle my tongue around her aroused nipple. Pure sweetness. Her moans and groans are music to my ears. I repeat my actions with its twin. Then, I slide my hands down the sides of her taut torso, delighting in the pleasure of her luscious curves. I spend time caressing her gorgeous heart-shaped ass. She lets out a little wince and I remind myself to be gentler where she’s sore. My hands brush past her womanly hips and land on her thighs. I rub them up and down, surprised by how muscular they are. Gripping them, I squat down until I’m on my knees and bury my head between her legs. Mmm. She smells of her sex and my sex, the sea, and the sky. Intoxicating.

“Spread your legs so I can sample your magnificent *.”

With a moan, she obliges. With my hands splayed like starfish on her inner thighs, my tongue explores a new set of lips. They’re just what I thought—tender and wet. And so delicious. I explore this new territory like a conqueror searching for treasure. I can feel her legs tremble and she grasps my shoulders to maintain her balance.

“Aaah!” she cries out.

I move my tongue to her clit and flick it.

“Oh my God!”

I flick it again and again and again. Faster and faster. My aerobic tongue moving in all directions. The responsive nub hardens and swells. So engorged and gorgeous. Her nails dig into me. Her breathing grows shallow and desperate whimpers fill my ears.

“You’re making me come again,” she pants out. “Oh, please…Brandon.”

That’s the plan, baby, I say silently, not wanting to break contact with her. She has my permission. With just one suck of her clit, she explodes.

I feel like Moses when he discovered the Promised Land.





Zoey


I haven’t recovered from the last two major orgasms and I’m about to have another. I’m not quite sure how I got into this position. Maybe I just fainted. I’m lying on the sand, my head and back on Brandon’s linen shirt. My splayed legs are hooked over his shoulders and he’s hovering over me. His hands are anchored in the sand on either side of my face.

His enormous cock is buried deep inside me, pounding me ruthlessly. I swear he’s going to make my * black and blue. I clench him with my inner muscles, bucking into him with my hips and meeting every forceful thrust.


“Holy Jesus. You’re so f*cking tight and wet,” he breathes out. “I can’t get enough of you.”

And I can’t get enough of him. So consumed by the moment, I can’t get the words out. He’s insatiable. And so am I.

His strokes are long, powerful, and purposeful. With each one, his rock-hard cock rubs my clit, stimulating it and hitting that magic spot inside me I never knew I had. My breathing is labored, my skin heated; my heart racing. Everything’s condensed in a haze of lust and love.

“I want to own your body, Zoey.”

“I’m yours,” I pant out.

“I so needed to hear that. You’re so f*cking beautiful.”

He called me beautiful again. The word makes me unravel as I moan with tortured ecstasy.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

There are so many things I want. I want this night to never end. I want him to never leave me. I want his mouth on mine…all over me. I want, I want, I want…Fuck. I can’t think straight anymore.

“Do you want to come?”

Oh God, yes. The Mediterranean may be calm, but a tidal wave of epic proportions is sweeping through me, taking every cell in its midst.

“Zoey, I need words.”

“Yes! Please make me come.”

“Baby, don’t hold back. I want you to fall apart into a million pieces so I can put you back together and then make you fall apart again.”

“Oh, Brandon!” My body convulses and a sea of love meets his own volcanic eruption head on. He roars out my name yet again and collapses on top of me, taking my legs with him. For the first time, I feel his nakedness all over mine. Blanketing me with his warmth. I’ve never felt so comfortable—or beautiful—in my own skin.




After collapsing on me and staying there for a while, Brandon rolls over and repositions us so that we’re both on our backs. My head is on his chest. One of his arms cradles me while the hand of the other draws lazy circles around my nipples and then my navel. It’s ticklish and delicious. We both gaze up at the starry sky while the Mediterranean softly serenades us. It’s as if no one else exists except the two of us.