Chapter 60 Zoe

• As the first hints of dawn filter through the blinds, casting pale stripes across our sweat-slicked bodies, I feel Noah's hand slide up my thigh, his touch insistent. . 'One more,' he murmurs, voice rough from hours of moans and commands. 'Let me feel you worship me now.'
• I push him back against the couch, my body humming with residual power. Straddling his hips briefly, I lean down, lips brushing his jaw, then trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest. His skin tastes salty, marked by my bites, muscles twitching under my tongue as I lick over his pecs, sucking a nipple hard enough to draw a hiss from him. 'Zoe... fuck, yes,' he breathes, one hand cupping the back of my neck.
• Lower I go, kisses peppering his defined abs, feeling them contract with each press of my mouth. His cock, still semi-hard from our endless rounds, twitches against my stomach, begging for attention. I wrap my fingers around the base, gripping firmly, stroking up the thick length with a slow twist. He's heavy in my hand, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with fresh pre-cum. 'Look at you,' I whisper, voice laced with hunger. 'So ready for your queen again.'