We're more alike than you think

90. Surrender to a Thou

You took a deep breath. The power this man had over you should've been illegal. It was like you lost all sense of sanity and simply followed him, but you wanted to do it. You wanted to follow him, cause you knew you could trust him. It wasn't scary to be vulnerable and intimate with Zemo anymore, cause if anything happened you knew you could tell him the truth. His hands innocently sliding up your back as he removed your sweater. His lips were so good against your skin. He suddenly reached your sweet spot, and that was the moment you gave in to his touch.

"Imagine, I learned to surrender to a Thou" You whispered softly close to his ear, you immediately could feel a smirk grow on his lips as he moved your legs, stepping between them leaving no space between the two of you. It was something about hearing you remembering his words and then whispering into his ear that made him feel... good. You could feel his hard length against your thigh and this time you choose to not be shy. You let your hand slide down his boxer, wrapping your hands around his length. Your hands were small around his friend, but you knew how to please Zemo exactly how you wanted. Your hand slowly moving up and down his length.

"I want breakfast" you whispered sensually.

You pushed Zemo a little back with help from the other hand and pushed him back up against the kitchen counter as you went down on your knees. You removed his boxer as his length now appeared just centimeters away from your face. Your hand never stopped moving, and speeded up, teasing him as you would slow down.

Zemo was trying to keep his cool, but he made him feel so good. He looked down at you as you teasingly let your tongue taste his length, giving him a tingling feeling. It didn't take long before your lips were wrapped around his length. He leaned back his head enjoying every second of your excitement. His lips formed to an 'o' as he couldn't hold in the moans anymore.

"You're so good to me" he moaned.

The sounds alone were more than enough motivation for you to keep doing what you were doing. It was like music to your ears. You knew that it would be a good while until the two of you would see each other and he had given you so much, so this time you wanted to please him. Zemo was more than pleased and you were happy to help. Zemo looked down at you with a smirk before he took your arm pushing you up on the kitchen counter again. In a matter of seconds, he magically ripped off your jeans and panties. You wrapped your hands around him and opened your legs. You were more than ready.

"Good girl," his deep raspy voice said, pleased by how eager you were.

He let his hands fall down on your hips as he entered you. You could feel his hard big cock fill you up. His hand slid up from your stomach, pushing you down on the kitchen counter. When his hands reached your bra, he wasn't patient and simply with two fingers ripped it off exposing your breasts. He kept thrusting into you while starting to massage your breasts. You were feeling all kinds of emotions on the inside. The butterflies were going wild. Zemo let his other hand slide down your legs, lifting both of them so they were formed as a 'V' on against his body. He could now thrust even deeper until you.

"Fuck.. Zemo... This...Ahh... Zemo" you moaned, breathing heavily.

He leaned down to your lips, kissing you roughly. You laid your hands on his chin as you kissed him passionately back, both your bodies sweating against each other. You just wanted more and more from him. It was impossible to get enough. It was like dopamine or your daily dose of serotonin. It just made you feel better. "I'm so close" you moaned in between the kisses. Seconds later the both of you came.

Both of you simply had to take your time, breathing. Zemo pulled out of you but was still leaning over you. He let both his hands fall on your chin as he brushed his fingers softly against your skin. You looked stunning like this. He found you adorable and sexy at the same time. Underneath him, sweating where you belonged. In his arms. A smirk grew on his lips.

"Perfect morning"