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could glance up and see the exquisite tension on his face. It also put her so close to that flat plane of muscle just below his belly button—the one with the tiny trail of dark hair. With her other hand, she raked her nails over that patch of flesh possessively. It was sinful and decadent how much she enjoyed touching him.
Her legs began to float away and she wrapped her leg around his ankle, even as their twined bodies began to spin slowly in the air through the force of their motions. “Zoey,” Kaden warned, his voice strained. “Maybe we should—”
“Hush,” she said after pulling him from her mouth with a pop, and then rewarded him with a flicking lick on the head of his cock again. “This can’t hurt us. If we spin, we spin. You’re safe with me.”
He panted for a hard moment, and she wondered if he’d tell her to get off him. But he gave a jerky nod and pushed her head back toward his cock. Her throaty giggle wrapped around the crown of his cock and she rubbed her tongue along the underside of it, pleased.
His big hand planted on the back of her head and she felt his hips flex, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. He was beginning to fuck her mouth, even though it was making them rotate slowly in the Zero-G. She hummed her response of pleasure and was rewarded with his groan of her name. Kaden began to pump into her mouth faster, his hips jerking, and she felt the length of him swelling even as she stroked him deep in her mouth and worked her fist around the base.
“Zoey,” he gritted out after a moment. “I’m going to—”
She pulled away, giving the tip one last lick.
He took his cock in his free hand, the other still wrapped around her ponytail, gave it a few violent jerks, and then groaned out her name as he came.
His seed spilled, little creamy spheres bouncing and floating through the air.
“Ah, shit,” he began. “I—”
His words died as she moved her head and caught one of the white globes on her tongue, letting it burst into her mouth and swallowing it.
“Goddamn, Zoey,” he said, sounding utterly fascinated by her. She moved and caught the next bit of the stream, pursuing and catching each pearl in her mouth. It tasted musky and strong—like Kaden. She liked it.
“A reward’s a reward,” she told him softly, grinning just before she caught the last pearl from midair and swallowed it down.
“And turnabout is fair play,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. And he grabbed her leg, hauling her hips up to his shoulders.
Zoey gasped in surprise, her hands going to his head to anchor herself, her fingers twining in his thick hair. He tugged at her uniform. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”
She wriggled in his grasp. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I could lick you through the uniform,” he said, and put his mouth on her pussy, pressing his tongue against her.
She gasped, feeling the heat of his mouth, the press of his tongue, even through the clothing. “You could.”
“But I think it might feel better if I got to put my mouth on your skin,” he said softly. “So how about you take off that uniform and let me demonstrate?”
Her fingers went to the zip of her jumper, then hesitated. “This was supposed to be about you.”
“Oh, it’s still about me,” he said, his voice husky. “Right now, I’m enjoying the thought of burying my face between your thighs and watching you claw the ceiling.”
A quiver shot through her body and she shimmied out of the jumper, spinning in the air with the force of her movements. He’d let go of her so she could undress, his own uniform still unzipped down to his thighs, his cock still half-erect and jutting from the vee of his zipper. Tattoos danced along his gorgeous chest. He was so raw and masculine that she shivered.
Zoey snapped the elastic of her panties and watched them careen through the zero gravity, soon followed by her bra. She grinned at him and pulled her hair free of its
Her legs began to float away and she wrapped her leg around his ankle, even as their twined bodies began to spin slowly in the air through the force of their motions. “Zoey,” Kaden warned, his voice strained. “Maybe we should—”
“Hush,” she said after pulling him from her mouth with a pop, and then rewarded him with a flicking lick on the head of his cock again. “This can’t hurt us. If we spin, we spin. You’re safe with me.”
He panted for a hard moment, and she wondered if he’d tell her to get off him. But he gave a jerky nod and pushed her head back toward his cock. Her throaty giggle wrapped around the crown of his cock and she rubbed her tongue along the underside of it, pleased.
His big hand planted on the back of her head and she felt his hips flex, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. He was beginning to fuck her mouth, even though it was making them rotate slowly in the Zero-G. She hummed her response of pleasure and was rewarded with his groan of her name. Kaden began to pump into her mouth faster, his hips jerking, and she felt the length of him swelling even as she stroked him deep in her mouth and worked her fist around the base.
“Zoey,” he gritted out after a moment. “I’m going to—”
She pulled away, giving the tip one last lick.
He took his cock in his free hand, the other still wrapped around her ponytail, gave it a few violent jerks, and then groaned out her name as he came.
His seed spilled, little creamy spheres bouncing and floating through the air.
“Ah, shit,” he began. “I—”
His words died as she moved her head and caught one of the white globes on her tongue, letting it burst into her mouth and swallowing it.
“Goddamn, Zoey,” he said, sounding utterly fascinated by her. She moved and caught the next bit of the stream, pursuing and catching each pearl in her mouth. It tasted musky and strong—like Kaden. She liked it.
“A reward’s a reward,” she told him softly, grinning just before she caught the last pearl from midair and swallowed it down.
“And turnabout is fair play,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. And he grabbed her leg, hauling her hips up to his shoulders.
Zoey gasped in surprise, her hands going to his head to anchor herself, her fingers twining in his thick hair. He tugged at her uniform. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”
She wriggled in his grasp. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I could lick you through the uniform,” he said, and put his mouth on her pussy, pressing his tongue against her.
She gasped, feeling the heat of his mouth, the press of his tongue, even through the clothing. “You could.”
“But I think it might feel better if I got to put my mouth on your skin,” he said softly. “So how about you take off that uniform and let me demonstrate?”
Her fingers went to the zip of her jumper, then hesitated. “This was supposed to be about you.”
“Oh, it’s still about me,” he said, his voice husky. “Right now, I’m enjoying the thought of burying my face between your thighs and watching you claw the ceiling.”
A quiver shot through her body and she shimmied out of the jumper, spinning in the air with the force of her movements. He’d let go of her so she could undress, his own uniform still unzipped down to his thighs, his cock still half-erect and jutting from the vee of his zipper. Tattoos danced along his gorgeous chest. He was so raw and masculine that she shivered.
Zoey snapped the elastic of her panties and watched them careen through the zero gravity, soon followed by her bra. She grinned at him and pulled her hair free of its
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