Laughter
Zorah’s sides hurt from laughing as Icaro shut the music off and pulled her off the cool balcony. He’d kept her dancing, doing circles and twirls and bending her over his knee for more than an hour. All the while, he was teasing her, mocking himself and being overall playful.
He’d also found out she was ticklish at her sides. He alternated between tickling her ribs and kissing her silly and overall, she was feeling like a kid from how happy she was feeling in the middle.
“Your hands are like ice,” he blew on them after closing the patio doors. “Shower?”
“Sounds good.” She smiled up at him, “want to wash my back?”
His eyebrows lifted, “yes please.”
He clapped his hands and then wiggled them at her as if he were going to tickle her again and she gave a shriek and ran towards the bathroom with him hot on her heels.
She yelped as he lifted her off her feet by the hips from behind and twirled them around in a circle.
“I don’t remember the last time I laughed so much,” he nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want this night to end.”
“I feel the same.” She leaned backwards in his arms.
“I want you to always be happy with me. I’m going to try to make you feel good, like this every day.” He kissed her ear.
She shivered at the warmth of his voice and then at the draft as the zipper of her dress was lowered by his deft hand. As his fingertips pushed her dress to the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties she sucked in a nervous breath.
She’d only been completely naked with him before they left New York. The last time it was when she asked him to bathe her in the shower. She remembered how he’d touched her then and as his fingers danced along the flat of her belly, she felt need curl in her belly.
“Icaro,” she whispered as he pressed warm kisses along her neck. “It feels good when you touch me.”
“For me too,” he reassured her. He unclasped her bra and then followed the strap he pushed down her arm with his lips. “You’re so beautiful Zorah. Your skin is like satin. Soft and,” he nipped her wrist as he lifted her hand to pull the bra off her, “so responsive. Look at how your flesh reacts to my touch.”
She was wordless as he then pulled her underwear down her thighs, turning her to face him, dropping to his knees and running his nose along her groin.
“My woman,” his tone was almost reverent as he let his hands rove her thighs and calves, “all mine and I could worship you on my knees forever and never tire of this position.” He pressed a kiss against the small patch of hair. “Promise you’ll never take this all off. I like the trimmed look of you.” He boldly kissed her again. When she shuddered, he looked up at her and smiled, “I brought you in here to get warmed up and you’re covered in goosebumps. Let’s get you in the shower.”
She almost whined a complaint as he rose to his feet. She liked him kneeling in front of her with his mouth so close to her body. When he kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttered shut. Zorah missed his warmth while he stepped away from her to turn the water on in the shower.
“Can I undress you?” she asked him.
“Yes.” His voice was strangled at her question. “Your wish is my command, my wife. Whatever you want to do, you can do.”
He’d long gotten rid of his jacket, around the same time she’d kicked off her heels, and she took her time unbuttoning the blue shirt from his torso and then sliding it down his shoulders.
She leaned forward, feeling like a vixen, and drew her tongue around his nipple and relished his reaction. The low moan and the way his hand moved to the back of her head and held her there, was exhilarating. She licked his pebbled flesh and then moved her mouth to the other side while her fingers worked the button of his trousers.
“You’re hard,” she whispered as her hand felt him straining against the zipper, she carefully pulled downward.
“I am.”
“Can I touch you?” He’d sprung free from the opening she made in his garment.
“Yes.”
“Won’t it make you miserable later if you don’t, um,” she struggled for the word.
“Come. You’re asking me if it will make me miserable if I don’t come. I will be uncomfortable, but it is not the end of the world. Do what makes you feel good, Zorah.”
She made quick work of his pants and socks and then sat on her haunches to examine the body she’d uncovered and sighed. “Icaro, you have a beautiful body.”
“Thank you.” He took the hand she held out and helped her to her feet. He followed her into the shower under the warmth of water spray.
Zorah turned to face him and held up some body wash, “I’d like to wash you before you wash me.”
“Whatever you want.”
He was speaking as if it were no big deal, and it made Zorah want to challenge him a bit. Biting her lips together she dumped some of the liquid into her hand and began slowly massaging it into the thick muscles of his chest.
“You’re very strong,” she commented. From the corner of her eye, she could see his member twitching at the way she stroked his skin. “You said earlier how responsive my skin is but yours reacts to my touch as well.”
“You turn me on, Zorah. You have grown into a sexy, beautiful woman and the ability to have you touching me is a gift I will treasure forever.” His eyes squeezed shut when she lowered her hands to rub the suds along his rippled abdomen. “What are you doing?” his tone was guttural.
“Counting,” she giggled, “eight rows of these ab and what is this thing called?” she massaged along the deep ridged vee shape.
“Yours,” he laughed and shrugged. “Vod calls it an Apollo’s belt, but we’ll call it Zorah’s.”
She giggled and lowered to her knees, looking up at him through veiled lashes, “I like the sound of that. Zorah’s belt.”
“What are you going to call that?” he winked at her as she wrapped her hand around the girth leaning against his lower belly.
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