Chapter 8 This Little Bubble #2
“I want to, though, that's what's so frustrating. You made me feel so good. You gave me my first orgasm in I don't even know how long. Since the last time you made me come, I suppose. I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good."
"Holding you—"
"Oh, stop, Lorenzo," she snaps, a hint of the old Inez peeking through. "Be real for a second. Be selfish."
"Never. And I am being real." I sigh. "But, yes, Sophia. I want you to touch me. Very, very badly. I've dreamed of it and daydreamed of it for so long. But it has to be right. It has to be in your time."
She swallows noisily again, staring at me. "Kiss me, Ren. Please. Kiss me…" she trails off, closing the distance between our mouths, so her whisper huffs hot on my lips. "Kiss me like you want me."
I tighten my grip on her hip and cup her cheek, touch my lips to hers, tease her with my breath, flick my tongue against her teeth.
She pushes her mouth to mine, whimpering a soft gasp of desire when I pull away, teasing, teasing, and then slash my tongue into her mouth. "Ren!" she hisses. "Please."
I growl my need for her and crash my mouth onto hers, giving her the kiss she wants—hot, hard, aggressive, and full of my raging desire for her. We kiss this way for a moment or two, heads angling this way and that as we battle for supremacy.
She pulls away first, panting. "It gives me courage when you kiss me like that, Lorenzo."
I slowly allow my hand to drift from her hipbone to the small of her back, and then down to her ass. Her eyes fly wide and she sucks in a breath, holds it.
"Okay?" I ask.
She nods jerkily. "Yes. I…yes. It's good."
"Thank god, because this ass of yours," I squeeze it. "It's fucking marvelous."
She blushes, turning her face into my chest. "I'm not good at compliments."
“That's alright. I'll give them until you are, and then keep on giving them."
She kisses my chest, and then turns and tilts her face down, staring at my manhood, and her hand on my thigh mere inches away.
"I can do this," she breathes, more to herself than to me. “I want to. I will. I am."
Jerkily, hesitantly, she moves her hand inward on my thigh, and then upward by millimeters. Halts with her thumb nearly touching the bottom of my balls. I can't breathe, the anticipation too intense.
She lifts her hand as if to grasp me, and then her fingers clench into a fist and rest on my thigh again. "Fuck."
"It's alright. It's okay, Sophia."
She rolls her head on me in a negative shake. "It's not. I'm stronger than this."
"It's okay if you're not."
"There's just this…barrier. I feel my desire for you, my need for you. But there's the fear, the stupid, irrational fear." A pause. "I'm not afraid anymore. You are mine and I am yours. You love me. I love you. You're my man and I want to make you feel good."
This is to me, but more so to herself. I don’t feel like she needs a response, so I just caress her ass, her hip, her thigh, and kiss the top of her head.
She grips my thigh in strong fingers, reaches up with her other hand and forces my head down. Claims my mouth with hers, lips parted, tongue seeking.
I don't tease or toy this time—I meet her desperation with my own. I groan in delight at the taste of her mouth, the wild hunger in her kiss.
My groan is the thing that sends her over the edge, I think.
She buries herself into the kiss, all soft, wet lips and seeking tongue, fingers dancing over my cheek and temple and stealing into my hair and clutching it, knotted and grasping tight, keeping me a willing prisoner to her kiss.
My desire swells and my cock throbs with need, and I turn toward her, hitch her higher and tilt her toward me, gripping the sweet, lush swell of her beautiful ass, palming the weight of it, exploring the generous fullness of it as I've dreamed of doing for so, so long.
Sophia breaks the kiss with an exhaled whimper, presses her forehead to my lips…
And cups my balls in her palm. A raw groan escapes me, and my cock twitches. Her breath catches in her throat on a choked gasp.
My fingers dig into her ass, clutching a thick handful of flesh as she simply holds me like that for a long moment.
I'm not breathing; I don't dare.
Her touch edges upward…slowly, so slowly. Finally, after what feels like a thousand years, she wraps her fingers around my cock.
A low, rough, ragged groan rips from her lips as she clutches me at the base, turning her face into my chest and inhaling deeply, her breasts swelling against my ribs. "Oh god, oh god," she whimpers. "I forgot."
"Forgot…"I have to clear my throat and try again. "Forgot what, amor?"
Her fingers, curled loosely around my shaft, slide upward. "How much I love the feel of your cock in my hand." She grips the head, squeezing, and then returns her hand down my shaft again.
"I haven't forgotten how good your touch feels, my love." I cup her cheek and tilt her face up to mine and kiss her. "It feels like heaven."
She palms me again, cupping and fondling my heavy, tight, aching balls until my erection throbs, and then caresses my length again. Her mouth moves on mine. "Ren, am I…is it…" she gasps as I thrust into her hand. "Do you like it?"
I grunt a tense laugh. "Like it? Sophia…fuck. I don't remember anything feeling this good, ever."
She pulls her face away from mine and looks down to watch as she begins stroking my length in slow, gliding caresses.
Occasionally, she glances up at me, as if to assess my reactions—I let my face show everything.
Every stroke, every twist, I groan, gasp, grunt, mouth hanging open, brow furrowed.
My stomach hollows inward as she strokes my pulsating erection, and now my thighs begin to bunch, my heels to dig into the mattress, scrabbling for purchase as she caresses me in unhurried rhythm.
If anything, the longer she caresses me, the slower she goes, and the raw, adoring affection I both see and feel in her touch is the most sensual and erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
"Soph," I whisper, arching fully off the bed as she changes it up, giving me short, shallow, twisting jerks around the head of my cock. "Oh fuck. Fuck, honey. Fuck, that feels so good."
She watches my face as she plunges her fist down my shaft, a shy smile playing on her lips as she sees my unaffected ecstasy arrange my features into an awed, desperate grimace.
"Ren," she breathes. "You're beautiful, my love. So beautiful. I could touch you like this forever."
"Y-yeh—“ I gulp around the broken attempt to answer. "Yes—yes, please."
She laughs, a soft, breathy giggle. My Sophia—giggling, girlish, and aroused. "Are you going to come soon? I want you to."
"Uh—unnhhh!" I can't even manage an affirmative grunt as she releases my cock to squeeze my balls again. "I—fuck—oh fuck, Soph. Please—oh god. Ohgodplease—"
She touches her lips to my cheek, mouth open in a grin, nuzzling me with her. "Please what, my handsome warrior?"
"I don't want you to—to stop," I admit. "Feels—ohhh god, Sophia…It feels too—"
I break off with a long, ragged groan as she strokes my length from root to tip and then clutches my cock around the head in a loose, soft grip, slowly pumping there in short little caresses that have me arching off the bed again with a guttural snarl.
She gasps when I make the raw, animal sound of need.
My eyes fly open and I drop to bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I say.
"You didn't," she answers, "I liked that sound. I liked knowing I made you make it."
I search her face and see only the truth written there.
My worry that I'd frightened her with my feral, aggressive growl pulled me back from the edge—which means I get to let her bring me back there all over again.
"Did you imagine this, Ren?" she asks, watching me as she rhythmically strokes my length. "Me touching you like this?"
“Yes," I answer.
"Did you touch yourself while you imagined me doing it?"
I nod. "All the time."
"Tell me what you pictured me doing, Ren."
"Exactly this."
"What else?"
"Everything, Sophia."
"You can tell me. I want to hear everything and anything you fantasized about me doing to you." She pauses to caress my balls again, spends a few moments there, watching me as I react to her touch. "I want to know. I may not be able to do all of them yet, but I want to know."
"Your mouth," I murmur, trusting her to know what she's asking. "I imagined you taking me in your mouth and stroking me with your hands. I imagined you beneath me in the bed jerking me off until I come all over your big, perfect tits."
She gasps. "Ren!" It's a gasp of shock but not disgust.
"Just a…just a fantasy, Sophia," I mutter, and then groan low in my throat as she slides her fist up to my tip, twists there, and then plunges down to my root, pumping and pumping and pumping there faster and faster. "I would—oh fuck, oh fuck, Soph! I'd—fuck! I'd never ask you to—ohhhh fuck."
"Why not?"
"It's just a fantasy. I would never want you to feel…" I pause, swallowing hard and gasping to catch my breath as she abruptly stops pumping and resumes slow caresses from root to tip.
"To feel what?"
“Disrespected or…or degraded. Used.”
"If I chose to make you come on my chest, you would not be disrespecting me." She turns her face to mine, kissing me as she leisurely strokes my cock. "You think my breasts are…perfect?" There's a note of delicate, hesitant, hope in her voice.
I roll into her, gently easing her to her back while being careful to not move above her, but rather angle toward her. I see a hint of fear flash over her expression; she closes her eyes, momentarily squeezing me as she works through the moment.
"Breathe, my love. Breathe."
She inhales sharply, a deep gasp as if surfacing after a free dive. "Okay," she pants. "I'm okay. I'm okay."
I rest my hand on her belly, hold her eyes as I slide my touch upward. "Stop me at any time."
She shakes her head. "No. I won't. It's you."