But she didn't let me stay there for long. Before I could catch my breath, Zaya crawled back up the bed, kissing a path up my body until she reached my mouth.
She kissed me slowly, letting me taste myself on her tongue, and I moaned as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me.
"Fuck me," I pleaded, my voice hoarse from the screams she'd wrung from me.
Zaya smirked against my lips, kissing me deeply once more before finally positionning her pussy on mine. I could feel her hot wetness against me, and I writhed underneath her in a desperate bid for friction.
But Zaya had other plans, kissing her way down my neck as she rubbed her pussy against mine. Her hips moved languidly, sending waves of heat through me with every slow stroke.
"Zaya!" I cried out, trying to urge her on.
But she just laughed and kept going, rubbing her clit against mine and making us both gasp with need.