Zee smelled divine. She'd used my body wash, a lovely raspberry and vanilla one from Bath and Body Works, and when it combined with the natural musk of her sweet pussy there could be nothing more delectable. It was made even better that she was currently sitting on my face, looking down on me with an ecstatic smile that could melt the coldest heart and almost begging me to eat her right up.

Which is exactly what I had every intention of doing now that we'd returned to the bed.

Our time in the shower was magical, and after I'd recovered from the climax that she'd given me we'd been able to relax and clean one another in ways that made us eager for more. When Zee is all soaped up, her body gets so soft that I want to use her as a slippery loofah. Likewise, she enjoyed washing me, and there was a lot of teasing involved as we each made sure that every inch of the other was quite clean.

And now I was busy making her dirty again.

The very first time I got up close and personal with the treat that was nestled between Zee's legs, I couldn't help but notice how lovely it looked. Tonight was no different as my gorgeous girl presented it to me, using her fingers to spread herself wide open and biting her lips in anticipation of my tongue's exploration. She was already soaked, which wasn't shocking considering we'd been teasing and playing all night, and I lay my cheek against the inside of her thigh, feeling the warmth of her body before I dove in.

I know, we're supposed to be taking it slow, but even the very first night felt like more than just sex. This was no different. We were bonding, albeit in a very physical way, and I knew that we would still have a lot of time this week for proper talks. Plus, even more time once she was here once she graduated. But we could still go slow and enjoy a night or two every now and again. Maybe. Going slow wasn't all about no sex, it was also not moving so fast that you were getting married, having kids, and committing to something before you were ready. We were proving that we were physically compatible, and while I knew that there was still a lot more than that for us to decide to settle down, we were still going slow.

Right, just keep telling yourself that, Demi.

"Are you okay, Demi?" asked Zee while she reached down and traced my lips. "You zoned out there for a minute."

I nodded, breathing deep and inhaling her scent. "I'm good, yeah. I know we're still going fast, but I think this is a good thing for us. I want to connect with you in every way possible."

"I do too," she agreed. "Spending any time with you is a good step. I'm so happy here with you."

I kissed the patch of skin right next to her labia, letting my lips linger on the soft flesh before repeating the process on the other side of her center. "Then let me keep you that way." She let out a shuddering sigh, and then relaxed, settling down on me so I could do whatever I wanted with her. Honestly, I wanted to do everything. I didn't hurry. She was like a five course meal that you needed to pace yourself with, because you wanted to make sure you savored every bite.

Or in my case, every lick and nibble. I started out just kissing her, both inside and out, teasing her lips and sucking on them to make sure they got the attention they deserved as well. Oh, yes, I would occasionally lift my head to flick my tongue over her clit, pulling back the cover a little to make sure I could stimulate it all, but then I would go back to licking other parts of her. Delving within her channel was particularly enjoyable, as there was a steady stream of her fluids leaking out, and she whimpered every time I groaned in appreciation of the flavors.

My hands helped too, roaming her body, and finding more places that were sensitive and in need of attention. She loved being stroked on the backs of her thighs, so I did that while my hands occasionally traveled to her ass to give her a little spank that made her giggle happily. But when she started breathing heavier, and the moans became more frequent, I slid my hand up her torso, running my fingernails along her ribs before I reached the heavy swell of her breasts. I palmed each of them, holding them and enjoying the heat and heft before I started gently squeezing them and playing with her nipples. At the same time, I started increasing the pace of my tongue, licking up her channel and flicking over her clit each time so that she knew that she was going to be in the home stretch soon.

I was determined to have her drench my tongue while her eyes couldn't even focus. Her hips started to move, with her wetness spreading from my chin to the tip of my nose as she got more and more desperate for her release. Her gasps and whines were music to my ear, and I almost didn't even need to lick, I could just stick my tongue out and let her ride it, but that wouldn't be as fun.

"Oh, mommy! I'm so close! Fuck! Oh, you're making me feel so good!"

I hummed in my throat, happy to know that she was feeling as wonderful as I was. Honestly, I could probably come close to reaching my own high just from tasting and hearing her, or at least I'd be halfway there! "That's it, baby. Ride my face and cum for me," I told her quickly before I pinned my arms against her thighs from the side to keep her a little more still, and make it easier for me to suck on her gyrating clit.

She let out a long moan at that, then started letting out alternating giggles and whimpers. "Damn, this is gonna be big! I can feel it building, oh fuck!" It was interesting getting a running commentary, but I was happy to know that this was going to be big, because I loved making sure my baby was well satisfied. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, mommy! Don't stop! I'm there! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

My mouth certainly wasn't stopping, and I kept up my work on both her nipples and her core. Moments later, she reached down with both hands, gripping my hair and pulling my face into her pussy as her entire body quaked with the force of her climax. Her juices were coating my mouth, though I was lapping up as much as I could while Zee let out a happy, but loud, cry of pleasure that I hoped the rest of the house slept through.

Her giggles were nonstop now, and her eyes were shining brightly while she gasped for air. "You're fucking incredible," she said gently. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before, and I bet you could do that to me again and again."

I let my hands wander, not touching anything too sensitive, but just rubbing large circles over her back and shoulders to feel the lovely goosebumps that were raised all over her skin. "I plan to, baby. I want to keep making you as happy as you make me, and not just in bed."

She shook her head. "I don't think you understand just how happy you've already made me." She shifted backwards until she was lying on top of me and gave me a lovely kiss. "Every single moment with you has been a dream that I never want to wake from. I really hope that I can keep doing the same for you."

"You do, believe me." I gave her the kiss this time, knowing my face was still coated with her and not caring. "You make me feel alive. I haven't felt this happy since the girls were born. I can close my eyes now and see a future where we get to live like this every night, and then still do fun date nights or travel. There are a lot of possibilities."

"You see a future with me like that?" She sounded shocked, and I frowned a little.

"Shouldn't I? Isn't that what we're trying to do here? At this point in my life, I want to find love with someone willing to live with me and do lots of fun things. Is that not what you wanted too?"

"No! No, it is." She laid her head on my shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. "I just still have a hard time that someone like you would settle for someone like me who is just getting out of college."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony, only to stop right away when I saw her eyes flash with hurt. "No, baby, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the situation," I explained while giving her a soft kiss. "I'm here wondering why you want to be with someone older, who doesn't have a body at all like the young girls you could get in college, right? And you're thinking the opposite, that I don't want to be with someone who is young and potentially immature and just starting out."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, pretty much."

"But what you need to understand is that your age doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is the joy I feel when I'm around you, and that you're brave enough to save me when I'm attacked, and that you breathe new life into my soul every day. And maybe what I have to remember is that my age doesn't matter as much to you either. Maybe you like my maturity, and want something stable and secure, because I have a feeling you haven't had a lot of that. Am I right?"

Now her nod was much more vigorous. "Yes! Yes, that is exactly it. I feel safe with you, and I feel loved, even if that isn't the word we should be throwing around yet. But I already feel like I fit in here with everyone, and I feel all warm inside. I really want to keep feeling that."

"Then these are the things we need to keep telling each other." I could already feel myself thinking less about why she wanted to be with me just getting through this. "We are what the other needs and wants. That is what matters more than anything else. We just need to accept it."

"It isn't easy sometimes." She curled her fingers in my hair, as though desperate to hang onto me. "I want so much to believe in all this, but it can be hard to accept that you like me, and that even all your girls want me here with you and support us together."

"I admit, I was shocked they supported it so quickly too." I kissed her cheek, then her forehead. "But they can see how happy you make me, and they know how much I need that."

"I guess that for all of our insecure thoughts, we really want the same things, huh?"

I gave her a little shrug. "I'm not sure. On the surface we do, but we still have a lot of topics to cover. Do you want to ask a question tonight? Maybe we can start a little dialog?"

"Dialog, huh?" she snickered. "I liked that dialog with your tongue earlier."

"Me too! But for now, we'll stick to talking, and then I can get cleaned up because I'm pretty sure my face is still a mess after you came all over it."

"It's better that way," she assured me. "But let me ask this as a tough one. Do you want any more kids?"

That was a good question, right off the bat. How did I feel about that? "I wouldn't want to be pregnant again," I admitted. "I have enough stretch marks already. But I do love kids, and I wouldn't say no if you wanted to carry a baby, or if we wanted to adopt. Is that something you want?"

"I think I'd like one, or maybe two. I'd like to have a chance at being a good mom."

I didn't press her, but I had a feeling that had something to do with the nightmare about her mother. How bad had her home life been? There were a lot of things to indicate that it wasn't good, but I didn't want to ask her until she gave me a little more. I needed to let her know that it was safe to talk when she wanted to though. "You haven't talked too much about your home life, but it seems like it wasn't great." She stiffened in my arms, and I pulled her closer to reassure her. "Whenever you're ready, I'll listen, and I won't judge. No matter what happens, you have a home here and it is a safe place."

"Thank you, Demi. I'll talk about that when I'm ready."

And I'd support her when that time came.