A Change for the Good

by Melanie Jayne

  He could hear her pants as she met his eyes. He was fighting to hold back but she felt so good, so hot and tight.

  He rolled his hips as he buried his cock in her.

  “Tony, yes, yes.”

  He felt her contract around him as he gave into his body’s release. He relaxed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. Zoe was so beautiful under him, going wild. His fingers would leave deep bruises on Zoe’s soft skin, but he didn’t care. He wanted to mark this woman as his. He needed to fill her with his seed. It was a primal urge. He had just fucked her like an animal and she loved it. Her response awed him. She may not recognize it yet, but Zoe belonged to him.

  Slowly, he shifted to take some of his weight off of Zoe’s body. She was still holding his shoulders with an iron grip.

  “No, please don’t leave me,” Zoe cried. “Not yet.”

  “Just shifting,” he assured her. He rolled onto his side to remove the condom and then repositioned so that they were face to face, her legs entwined with his. Pushing her sweat soaked hair from her brow, he gently kissed her lips.

  She pressed into his body. “That was mind-blowing,” her voice filled with wonder.

  “I wanted our first time to be romantic. I wanted to worship your body, Zoe. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Tony’s words rushed out as he looked into her eyes.

  “Stop. I loved it. I have dreamt of having sex like that, rough and sweaty. Jesus, when I came, I felt like my body was going to break apart in a million pieces. It was the best ever. Thank you.”

  “You’re going to be sore tomorrow. I couldn’t help myself. You are so tight, you felt so fucking good.”

  “I’m fine, really. What about you? Did your leg do okay? I didn’t even think about it.”

  “Leg’s fine. Hell, I feel better than fine.”

  Zoe covered her eyes with her arm and started to giggle. “You know if I’m sore tomorrow, you can make it up to me by using your amazing mouth on me. I’ve never had an orgasm from oral and I want that with you.”

  He raised himself up to tower over her. “Hmm, are you asking or ordering Ms. Crawford?” he teased.

  “Begging. Jesus, I’m begging for it all.”

  “Tomorrow,” he pulled her into his arms resting her head on his chest.

  ****

  As soon as he opened his eyes, he knew that it had snowed overnight. It was late morning and the light through the windows showed it to be a very bright white day. Zoe wanted to take her coffee out onto the porch. They were protected from the wind and the sun was warm as they sat on the porch rockers wrapped in blankets, absorbing the beauty and peacefulness of the morning.

  “I wish we never had to leave.” Zoe was looking at the vista.

  “Yeah, me too.” Tony stretched his arm out across the doorway to take her hand, which she gave to him. They finished drinking their coffee with their hands linked.

  When Tony started to feel the cold, he stood and pulled Zoe up to go back inside. “I’m thinking we should go into town and get some more groceries and grab some lunch. What do you think? I can show you more of the area.”

  “Sure, sounds good.”

  “Do you want to use the shower first or should I?”

  “I’m not going to shower.” She gave him a shy smile.

  He gave her one of his appraising stares.

  “Can’t explain it. I just don’t want to let go of last night.”

  Tony kept eye contact as he walked to her as she backed up against the solid wood door. He stood in front of her, so close yet not touching her. He slowly leaned into her and whispered in her ear. “I marked you last night. It’s good to know that you realize that you are mine.” His mouth then traveled to the tendon that ran behind her ear to her shoulder and he bit down with some force. As she jumped from the shock of pain, Tony pulled her against his body. “Make no mistake, you do belong to me, Zoe.” He kissed her roughly on her lips and headed to the bathroom.

  “Hey. What was that?” she called. “Are you part vampire?” She laughed as she followed him into the bedroom area.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I cannot believe how crazy it was in that grocery store. They are predicting only four more inches of snow, not a freaking blizzard. Those dumbasses were grabbing supplies like they were going to be locked up for a week,” Zoe complained while carrying a bag of groceries up the front steps.

  “I warned you that it would be chaos. I thought you were going to start throwing elbows on your way to get the ice cream,” Tony teased.

  “Lesson number one: don’t ever get between me and ice cream.” She giggled as she started to unload the groceries. Tony had laughed until he had to hold his belly at her behavior in the store. “I’m going to grab that shower. I worked up a sweat fighting for my Cookies and Cream. Unless there is something I need to help you with….” Spending time with Tony was fun, they were growing closer.

  “No, go on, there should be plenty of hot water. Take your time.”

  Tony was lounging on the bed when Zoe opened the bathroom door letting a cloud of steam escape. She had wrapped a towel around her hair and one around her body. “Why don’t you come over here a moment?” He wore an evil grin.

  She paused giving him a curious look, pulling the towel from her head she strolled to the bed adding a little extra oomph to her walk. He pulled the covers back and she slowly dropped the towel covering her body. She was feeling more confident in her nudity because Tony constantly praised her full figure.

  “Perfect,” he purred as he climbed under the covers to join her.

  “Hey, what’s with you and all of these the clothes? I like it better when you’re naked.” She started to pull his shirt from up.

  He gripped her wrists. “Shh, I want my fun.” His lean body covered her upper torso as he kissed her waiting lips. His hands made their way down to her breasts.

  Zoe tried to move her hand between their bodies, but Tony stopped her. “I am going to eat your pussy, Zoe. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

  Her breathing hitched as he continued to stroke her breasts. She could feel the excitement knot in her belly.

  “I’m curious, will you come from my mouth alone or will I need to stroke your clit with my finger? Or should I suck your clit and finger you first? So many options. What do you think?” His voice was low and rumbly. They both knew that she liked it when he described what he planned to do. The anticipation made her hotter. He continued kissing and stroking his way down her body.

  Zoe tried to stay still but she couldn’t help wiggling and giggling under his expert hands and mouth.

  “I was surprised to find that you had a full bush.” He gave a few hairs a tug. “Have you ever gone bare?” he asked in a conversational tone while kissing her just above the hairline.

  “Sure, when it first started being the ‘in’ thing. Waxing takes a lot of upkeep, plus it hurts like a bitch, and since nobody was interested in playing down there, I figured why waste my time enduring the pain.”

  Tony shifted his body further down, and then made eye contact with Zoe. “I’ve been dying to do this.” He grasped her ankles and looped her legs over his shoulders. He used his hands to spread her pussy lips, exposing her wet, sensitive tissue to his hot mouth. Starting with a full mouth kiss on her exposed lips, he then pulled his mouth away and blew cool air on her inner lips. The heat from his kiss and cool stream of air made her senses go hyperaware. He used his tongue to trace her outer lips. She shivered as goose bumps erupted all over her body.

  Tony’s tongue travelled up and down her slit making her writhe in pleasure. As his attention moved to her clit, Zoe’s hips moved, urging him on.

  “Uhm,” purred from her lips.

  He slowly pressed his index finger into her channel. She was a little sore from the night before but she didn’t care.

  “You good, babe?” He stilled his finger letting her adjust.

  She made a sound deep in her throat.

  He slowly pumped his
finger in her channel. Her hips were picking up on his rhythm. He then pulled his finger out.

  “What? No,” she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Shh,” he brushed his fingers along her sensitive lower belly.

  She almost jumped out of her skin when his rough tongue circled her clit. He held her hips and made a few more passes with his wet tongue. He her hips with his hands, she felt that she was more open to his exploration. He kissed the sensitive skin at the crease of her inner thigh. She wanted to close her thighs and to hold him over her so that he could never stop this magic. She felt his hot breath on her, she was so sensitive, it sent a thrill of excitement along her spine. Then his tongue entered her. Oh God, he was fucking her with his tongue. It was amazing. Her body approved of the swap as her thigh muscles jumped.

  “Oh God, Tony,” she panted. No one had ever done this to her. She had only read about it and in reality it was so much better.

  He massaged her creamy wetness into her clit and started to lightly circle those sensitive nerves with his finger. She could now hear him making slurping sounds as she moaned. He increased the speed of his tongue in her channel and lightly pinched her clit.

  Her body arched upward from the bed as her orgasm erupted. “Oh God, Tony, I’m coming,” she yelled.

  Tony didn’t stop, he continued to lick her channel and pussy lips gently, bringing her down slowly. He leisurely disentangled Zoe’s legs from his shoulders, used the edge of the sheet to wipe her juices from his face and crawled up her body until he was resting on his arms, hovering over her chest.

  She watched him, her brain wasn’t working well enough to form words.

  He flashed a devilish smile.

  “Wow,” was all that she said.

  “Well, I do have skills.”

  “You sure do.” She knew that she had a dopey smile on her face. “I’ve never had anyone go down on me and make me come.”

  “I think that, again, we have proved that your ex was an idiot. I don’t plan to ever let you out of my bed. You’re just too easy to love.” Tony kissed her.

  Holy Shit, Tony just said the word love. She fought to keep her emotions in check. Don’t read so much into that, she counseled. She had caught herself several times this past week planning a future with him. She tried to figure out how she reached this point. He was honest, intelligent, and didn’t seem threatened by Zoe’s opinions or her need to express them. Plus, so far he had proved to be excellent in bed. He seemed settled in with her and spoke about the future that included her.

  She did have a few concerns, age being at the top of that list. Tony might change his mind and want children one day, and she really didn’t see herself as mother material. Plus, she knew all too well that at the beginning of a relationship things seemed to be great but slowly that could change. She didn’t want to revisit the pain of rejection again.

  She willed her mind to stop following this path, and rolled to her side.

  Tony let out a loud sigh then said, “Rest Zoe.” He then sat up and pulled the covers over them. He pulled her closer and spooned against her back.

  ****

  A few days later, Zoë was sprawled on the recliner playing with the house phone’s long cord. “Anna, I am not going to tell you that,” Zoe’s outraged laugh echoed through the cabin.

  “Why not? I mean you have been living together for what, three weeks? I would hope you were getting down and dirty regularly.” Anna inserted a note of hurt into her voice.

  “Has it been that long?” Zoe did a quick count in her mind. The days had settled into a pleasing pattern. They had breakfast together, then Tony would work on various projects and Zoe would assist or if he didn’t need her help she would putter around the cabin. After dinner they would play board games or watch a movie on her laptop. They spent hours talking and learning more about each other.

  “If you can’t keep track of the days, then that means things are going really well. I’m happy for you and your new life.”

  “I quit my job. Well, in all honesty they fired me. So when I go back, I will have to find another. Geno brought the mail yesterday and the library had sent a letter telling me that they ‘were not equipped to make exceptions for my personal crisis’.”

  “You were wasting your time there anyway. No big loss.”

  “Geno mentioned needing someone to help out in his office. It would be filing, typing and invoicing, basically administrative work.” She was considering his offer.

  “You can figure out what you want to do next once this is over and you are safe.”

  “I know. I just like to have a plan. It would be weird working for Geno if Tony and I don’t work out.”

  “Why won’t you all work out?”

  “I’m being cautious.”

  “Zoe please stop talking yourself out of what seems to be a good relationship with a good man.”

  “I’m not talking myself out of anything.” She sounded defensive.

  “I worry that you are over-thinking. Ask yourself, ‘Is my life better with Tony in it?’ If your answer is yes, then things are good.”

  “Anna, is it really that simple?”

  “It can be if you let it.”

  “I do like it when he is around.”

  “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “Next topic….”

  “So what is Tony doing?”

  “Well, right now he is making dinner. He is grilling outside and it’s snowing.” Zoe laughed. “He is addicted to that grill.”

  “So he is feeding you, protecting you, and there is the great sex. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “I’m not going to tell you about the sex. And yes, he is taking good care of me.” The sex was great but it was between the two of them. Speaking of their intimacy might jinx it. Tony was a demanding lover, but also generous and inventive. “I’m getting quite an education,” Zoe murmured without thinking.

  “Exactly. I knew I liked him,” Anna said, sounding smug.

  The kitchen door opened and he walked in carrying a platter. “Tony just came in so I need to hang up. I will call you in a few days. Love you.”

  “Give him my love. I love you, too.”

  Once dinner was finished, they were relaxing, watching the fire. It was a cozy scene with Zoe nestled closely into Tony’s warm body on the sofa. “When I told Anna that you were outside grilling dinner while it was snowing, she thought you were wonderful for taking such good care of me.”

  “Hey, grilled steaks are the best. It wasn’t like there was ice forming out there. Didn’t you grill in Denver?”

  “We had a grill on our cooktop stove, but not on our patio. I never tried it but I know when we had a few parties the caterers used it. I told you, I don’t do much in the kitchen.” She sipped her wine. “You are so lucky to be able to create.”

  “I think your problem is that you learned with too many toys. If you keep it simple, cooking is much easier.”

  “I don’t know about that. I think I will keep you around for your kitchen skills.”

  “Only my kitchen skills? I thought I heard you screaming my name a few hours ago when I had you sprawled across the table licking your pussy. Have you forgotten so soon?”

  “Just one more reason to keep you.” No, she had not forgotten. His aggression was a surprise and his pursuit relentless. It had been scorching hot.

  They cuddled on the sofa, each lost in their own thoughts, but still physically connected. Tony broke the silence. “There was a time when I was in the hospital that I wondered if I would ever feel this happy again.”

  “You mean after Atlanta?”

  “Yeah.”

  A few minutes passed, the silence was now charged with tension.

  He continued. “I campaigned for the assignment. My superiors were honest from the start, it would be deep cover and open-ended. Meaning no family contact, no vacations, total immersion with no planned exit date. I thought I was such a hotshot when they offered the assignment
to me. I had been with the A.T.F. for a few years, but by no means was I a super-agent. I was committed to my job and it soon took over my life.

  “I worked hard developing my cover persona, Ice. He was known to be a cold blooded bastard. He did whatever was necessary and didn’t blink an eye. He had the financial backing and a reputation that would impress the local syndicate that I was assigned to infiltrate. I spent over a year preparing to become him, honing the necessary skills.”

  “Are you supposed to be telling me this? I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

  “I’ll keep it vague. I need to tell you, so that you know me, the real me, and what I am capable of.” Tony reached for his wine and took a huge swig.

  Her heart pounded. She knew that this was going to be bad.

  “Going in, I knew that Ice would be tested by the locals. You don’t just walk up, waive a bankroll and expect to be welcomed. It took about nine months before I was included in anything but the most basic jobs. I don’t know which was uglier—the testing period or after I was in.”

  Tony finished his glass of wine in a gulp and Zoe shifted to give him more room. She hoped that he would continue. Her instincts screamed not to pressure. He had to do this his own way.

  “He was a monster. I mean, I did things…I’m ashamed … I can’t forget them.” His voice broke.

  Zoe’s need to comfort was halted as Tony abruptly stood and started pacing. Geno had confided that Tony had not talked about Atlanta since his return. If he chose to share his experiences with her, she had to be brave. His body was tense and there was a haunted look to his eyes.

  “Ice went in with the reputation of caring for nothing except money, which was very alluring to the syndicate. Christ, I was in so many fights in the beginning, fists, knives, and anything else you could imagine. I’ve been in my share of fights and I trained in hand to hand combat, but I was scared shitless. The initiation tests kept coming, always in different forms. They watched to see if I would skim dollars or make side deals behind their backs. I could never shut down. I don’t think I ever got to relax. I couldn’t. It might mean my death. In a twisted way I was lucky because there was a plan for Ice. I wasn’t concerned with other business ventures. I guess the members looked at Ice as honorable or just crazy because he did his share and took only his share.”