Summary: When MC (Lydia) starts to get stressed out about decorating their new coffee shop, Zig suggests they take a break.
Zig came out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, and found Lydia lying on her stomach on the bed, her feet near the pillows. She was focused on her laptop and Zig paused for a moment to admire her. Lydia wore one of his white t-shirts, from under which peeked a pair of red lace panties that showed off the curve of her rear to good advantage. He felt himself harden a little at the sight of her and he couldn’t keep himself from letting his eyes caress every bit of her body. Zig smirked and went over to the bed and sat beside her, resting his back against the pillows.
“How was your shower?” Lydia asked, still not looking up from her computer.
“Good,” Zig said as he took one of her feet in his hands and began to rub slow circles with his fingers. “What are you looking at?”
“That feels good,” she said with an appreciative sigh. “I’m looking for decor ideas for the coffee shop.”
“I thought we already decided on a French decor theme,” Zig said as he let his hands move up to her calf, kneading her tired muscles.
“We did, but there are still a ton of choices,” Lydia said. “Colors, materials, lighting … I’m starting to feel overwhelmed by how much we have to do just for the aesthetics.”
“Gatita, this is supposed to be fun,” he said. “I don’t want you stressing yourself out over something like paint colors.”
“I know, I know,” she said. “But I want it to be perfect.”
“I think,” Zig said as he let one of his hands drift higher between her thighs, “that you should take a break, maybe come back to it in the morning.”
Lydia bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at him.
“A break, huh?” she asked. Zig grinned and slid his hand higher, his fingertip tracing along her lace panties. Lydia smiled and closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. He continued to gently run his fingers along her center and he heard her sigh contentedly before she closed her laptop. Zig sat up, letting his towel fall away and knelt over her. He ran his hands up her back, under his shirt she wore, and then leaned down by her ear. Zig was hard and he gently pushed against himself against the quickly dampening lace.
“Yes,” he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing her skin. “Let me help you relax.”
Lydia’s eyes were still closed and she nodded with a smile. Zig sat back up and ran his hands down the length of her body before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He pulled the red lace down her long legs before tossing them aside to the bedroom floor. Zig urged her hips up, bringing her to her knees, and he admired her before him as he gently stroked her soft lips with his fingers. He brought his face close, trying to resist the urge to consume her all at once as he parted her slowly with his tongue, teasing himself with just the smallest taste of her. Lydia moaned softly, barely audible from where she rested her face against the blankets. Zig repeated the gentle movements of his tongue a few more times before he slipped it inside her, her pleased moans urging him on. He slowly allowed himself to gain speed as he savored her, eventually replacing his tongue inside her with his fingers as he allowed his mouth to caress her clit. Lydia was louder now, unable to keep completely still and she rocked back against him, her moans growing in intensity. Zig could feel her getting closer, intoxicated by the sound of her rapid breathing, and he didn’t let up, swirling and fluttering his tongue against her until he finally sucked hard on her clit, sending her over the edge as she clenched around his fingers, her orgasm muffled by the blankets.
When Lydia finally whimpered that she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his mouth away from her. Zig knelt behind her letting his hands explore her skin as she caught her breath. Then Lydia surprised him by sitting up on her own knees and turning to face him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him breathlessly. Zig slid his hands under the white t-shirt she wore, his hands caressing her breasts with their hardened peaks. Lydia gently pushed him back until he was lying on his back and she straddled him, her warm center just barely out of his reach. She slowly lowered herself onto him, causing him to groan with pleasure at the feel of her, so warm as she took him in. Lydia removed the shirt, tossing it aside as she began to move up and down, both of them finding their rhythm with one another.
Zig sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her breasts as she rose and fell atop of him. Her breathing was ragged and uneven and Zig knew she was close again. With one arm still wrapped around her hips, he slipped the other between them and pressed his thumb against her center, moving it against her in the way he knew she found irresistible. Lydia moved faster, rushing towards a climax and Zig allowed himself to be pulled along with her. When she came again, he followed suit, groaning as he buried his face in her chest as her nails dug into his shoulders, marking him as hers.
They didn’t move at first, holding each other as they caught their breath, before Zig reached up and took her face in his hands, tilting it towards him so he could kiss her. Lydia let herself fade into the kiss for a moment before she pulled back and smiled at him.
“I guess that was a pretty good way to relax,” she said as she brushed the hair back from his forehead. He smiled back at her.
“Hey,” he said. “I know you want everything to be perfect, but I don’t want you to stress yourself out over the coffee shop. It’s going to be amazing because you’re amazing and I love you.”
Lydia kissed him again before resting her forehead against his.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” she said.
“Me too, gatita.”
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