~Maya’s POV~
Lunch was pleasant; I’m glad Zion chose to take us elsewhere. Nathan’s sex video was on the news, and I was the only person who saw him having a threesome, so he might think I had a hand in it. I didn’t really need all that stress, really. I know I might be his number one suspect, but I can’t risk stressing myself over his sex video. My husband is effusive and kind. I really love that idiot. I wonder how he can have two personalities. Zion is sweet, caring, and loving when he’s with me. But a lion when he’s at work and people fear him so much. No one should cross him; rumor has it that with a single phone call, he can make you lose everything in a single minute. He is intimidating, and that’s one of the qualities I love about him.
“Did you enjoy your lunch, baby?”
“It was totally fine. I loved everything. Thanks, babe.” He shoots me a wry smile. This man just knows how to turn me on without trying.
I threw my head back on the seat and relaxed, and the twins kept kicking. They are getting hyperactive these days, and it’s a little too soon for them to be this playful. The rest of the drive home was quiet. As we pulled into the villa, I was greeted by a truck. I was too curious to see what was going on as people were moving up and down. I squinted in front of me and I was in awe. ‘Bechstein!’
“No, you didn’t.” He looked at me and smiled. I opened the car door without waiting for him to open it for me and ran inside. I was in awe when I entered our living room. I couldn’t hold back. I screamed and jumped on top of him, forgetting I was pregnant. It was as though Zion knew what I would do because he supported me. I kissed him so fiercely, that I forgot that we were not alone. I noticed Zion signaling something with his hand. When I broke the kiss, it was just the two of us in the living room. I cover my mouth, not knowing what to say or do. I leaned my head and breast against his chest and he kissed the top of my head.
“Do you like it?” He whispered in my ear and I flushed.
“Are you kidding me? You got me the best. I love it!”
“Well, I’m glad you love it. The living room looks more like a home now. I think that the piano was the only thing missing. Come on, I need your help.” He said as he walked towards the piano.”
“Where do you want me?” He gave me a mischievous smirk.
“Well, we can start right here on top of this piano, or you bending over it, maybe take it to the kitchen countertop next, the couch, maybe takes it to the bedroom afterward. What do you think?” I flushed. That’s not what I meant, but hell, I would like us to take it to the bedroom.
“Right here on top of this piano, then the bedroom.” I am really horny right now. I looked at Zion. He could barely focus.
“How do you want it?”
“Let’s play, then you can eat me, devour the living soul out of me. Finger me, if you want, enter me with your head. I want all of you inside me. Like the sound of that?”
“Then you better play something good.”
“I wouldn’t play with dazzling you, My Lord.”
~Zion’s POV~
I looked at her, sweeping my gaze over her body before settling on her perky breast. She meant every word, a challenge I wouldn’t want to lose. I picked up my phone and called Lucas.
Zion: You’re all excused. Come back tomorrow morning.
Lucas: Yes, sir.
I put my phone back in my pocket.
“Dazzle me!” I commanded. She took off her sinful thong and placed it in between my clenched teeth, then raised one of her legs, revealing her sinful, shaved cunt. I swallowed hard with her thong in between my teeth and at the sight of her cunt. I was hard instantly. I blame one month of starvation.
She looked at me and smirked, as though I was in for some punishment. She moved her fingers roughly on the instrument and looked at me and smirked again. I swear, whatever she wants to play must be forbidden. Then she started playing. Damn it, I knew this wasn’t good. This was just for my torment. Damn, she can play. Fuck, I need a release. My balls are fucking gray now. It’s been a fucking month. A whole month with no sex? That’s 30 days. I fucking deserve some Bell’s. I’ve never gone that long.
She was playing Shades of Lovers’ Song by Susanne Regen. Damn this woman. She closed her eyes and raised her leg. I got down on my knees and began lapping at her folds like a puppy. She appreciated me with an “Oh.” The piano got intense and I couldn’t take it anymore. I hauled her up and placed her on top of it. I dragged the chair and sat down while her cunt was in full view for me. My head settled in between her thighs. I stood up and brushed against her, rubbing my stiff, starved cock against her softness. As I settled my eyes in between her legs again, my eyes gleamed with hunger. I stroked her skin with the tips of my fingers.
“Like what you see, daddy?”
“Fuck! You’re filthy, you know that?” I rasped. I shoved my two fingers into her pussy, stretching her walls.
“Ahhh!” I chuckled and pressed my face in between her thighs. I started to devour her, lapping at her essence, and she let out a shrill scream before she buried her fingers in my thick hair.
“Oh my god, Zion!” She painted deliriously and shut her eyes.
I chuckled darkly. I was hungry. She fucking denied me access for a month. A month without being balls deep in her pussy was enough torture.
“God’s not going to save you from starving me, Lady Archer.” I rasped, “Only I, Zion Archer, can save your pink little cunt.”