Page 51 of Security and Submission
But that’s what she would do for real dates.
Guys that she was trying to impress.
She didn’t need to impress Zeus because this wasn’t a date, and they didn’t have a future.
So, she shoved that part of her that was wishing she’d dressed better, that she looked better, away. The whole point of this was that she was retraining that part not to have expectations. Not to have hope. Not to think that maybe this time would be different. She was going to make sure it was different. She wasn’t doing any of that, and this time, she wouldn’t be hurt because she knew she wasn’t going to break the curse. She wasn’t trying to break it anymore.
“Oh!” Yasmine arched as Zeus pulled her legs over his shoulders and yanked her to the edge of the bed to give him better access to her pussy, even though it was still covered by her panties. The fabric of her bra was tight under her breasts, leaving them open and exposed. His hands moved back up to cover them and toy with her nipples as his hot breath wafted over her lace and satin-clad lips.
The movement yanked her right out of her head, refocusing her on what Zeus was doing to her body. She moaned as he squeezed her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her pert nipples, and then his mouth descended on her pussy. The thin fabric of her underwear separating his tongue from her swollen flesh was frustratingly arousing as he teased her with what could be.
“Zeus…” she whined, gripping the comforter beneath her because she needed something to grab onto.
“Yes, Yas?” His beard scraped along the inside of her thigh as he turned his head to kiss the sensitive skin there.
“Pretty sure this would work better with my underwear off.” Was she pouting? Maybe a little. He was teasing her.
Chuckling, Zeus kissed the insides of her thighs before squeezing them together next to his head, so he could tug her panties off. Yasmine lifted her hips to help him, straightening her legs so he could easily pull the fabric over her knees… then her legs fell back into place over his shoulders as her lacy underwear was tossed aside.
Heat slid over and through her, and she gasped when Zeus’ mouth came down on her unprotected pussy. His tongue immediately went to work, and she automatically tried to clamp her thighs together against the direct stimulation. Prying her legs apart, Zeus was undeterred as he held her open for him, feasting between her thighs with a level of enthusiasm she’d never experienced before.
Claudia had once told her that there was a difference between a man who would eat pussy versus a man who loved to eat pussy, and Yasmine hadn’t really believed her until now. Zeus was a man who loved to eat pussy, and the difference was stark.
“Oh… please…” She arched, her muscles already tightening, as his tongue laved over her sensitive bits, his mouth fully engaged in his work. Tingles and zings of pleasure zipped through her, and her toes curled as she tried to writhe but couldn’t because of how tightly he was gripping her thighs.
There was no escape from the stimulation, no pause, and the pent-up sexual frustration that had been building all evening had reached its pinnacle.
Yasmine cried out as she tipped over the edge into pure pleasure, her body tightening and releasing, throbbing as Zeus sucked her clit into his mouth and drove her climax higher and higher. It felt as if every pulse went through her entire body, sparking against all her nerve endings, sending her into overload as she writhed for him. Her legs pressed against his head again, while his fingers dug into her thighs to keep them apart as her heels pressed against his back.
When he finally released her, she was panting for breath, and her whole body spasmed and went still as the cessation of stimulation let her relax. Closing her eyes, she moaned as Zeus’ tongue made a little trail through her pussy. Long, lazy licks meant to help her come down, rather than stirring her back up. As though he was savoring the last bit of a particularly good dessert.
She whimpered as little quakes shook her body in the aftermath when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
When he lifted his head, he ran his hand over his beard, wiping away the excess juices from the hair, and loomed over her as he licked his lips. Since he’d stood straight up, her legs had gone with him, her ankles now resting on his shoulders. The lazy, satisfied smile that grew as he looked down at her made her want to squirm all over again.
Unfortunately, he’d completely earned that smug look. Yasmine wasn’t sure when she’d ever had her pussy eaten like that before. Her whole body was still buzzing. And the way he was looking at her made her clench.
Starting at her thighs, he ran his hands up her legs until his fingers could circle her ankles. Gaze still focused on her, he turned his head slightly so he could brush his lips against the inside of her leg. Her foot jerked against his hold, but he must have been expecting it, because she could barely move.
Which was also hot.
Yasmine had always liked being tied down. Held down. Whatever left her unable to move and at the mercy of the man she was with, as long as she could trust him, turned her on. Even though she hadn’t known Zeus for very long, even knowing his team didn’t fully trust him… for some reason, she did.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, caressing her skin with his lips, his facial hair softly rubbing in an itchier manner.
Considering the tent in the front of his sweatpants, that was a hell of an offer. And one she absolutely had to refuse.
“Don’t stop,” she said immediately, still breathless from the pleasure. “What was it you said earlier about dessert? If we’re going to do this, we might as well go all the way.”
Zeus chuckled, his fingers tightening around her ankles for a brief moment before he released them.
“Scoot back on the bed,” he ordered her as he let her legs slide down. He stepped to the side, opening the drawer of his nightstand, and pulling out a condom.
“I love a man who’s prepared,” she teased as she followed his directions and scooted back on the bed, making Zeus laugh outright this time. That was starting to feel like an accomplishment she wanted to achieve over and over again.
Stop being so funny. That’s for dating and relationships. This is just sex.
On the other hand, sometimes sex was fun. And funny. She just needed to watch herself to make sure she didn’t cross the line. It was probably okay to want both of them to enjoy themselves. Otherwise, what was the point of having sex at all?
