Chapter Twenty-Five—Sophia
My chest rises and falls fast as I watch him pull my jeans off, right there, on the staircase of my new place. My new place—I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, the enormity of the gesture he has just made for me. It’s bigger than anything I could have imagined from him, but at the same time, he would never have settled for anything less than enormous.
He grazes his lips up the inside of my thigh, and I can’t help but let out a long groan. He wants to please me, that much is obvious, not just physically, but in any way I’ll let him. His eyes lock on to mine as he reaches the crease of my thigh, his tongue teasing along the fold, and I gasp as he hooks my panties to the side.
He leans back for a moment, admiring me, before he presses his mouth against my pussy for the first time.
My back arches away from the dark wood below me, my body bucking at his touch. He swirls his tongue around my clit slowly, working his mouth across my most sensitive spot, and I inhale a deep, helpless breath of pleasure. His hands slide around my hips, and he grips tight, pulling me close to him so he can make out with my pussy.
I flick my eyes open for a second, taking in the sight of him like that. I can’t believe how good he looks. Those dark eyes gaze back up at me like he wants to take a bite out of me. He grazes his teeth just barely against my lips, and I gasp, the threat of more hanging over me.
I close my eyes and slump back onto the steps, one hand still interlaced in his hair, my hips grinding up against his face. My breath is tearing out of my lungs, each and every one bringing me closer and closer to my release.
I feel him moan against my pussy, and the vibrations are all that it takes to push me up and over the edge, into the release I’ve been craving so badly. I cry out, the sound filling the space around us, my orgasm so intense, so shattering, it slows everything down around me for a moment. My thighs clamp around his head as I push into his mouth, his tongue still circling my clit passionately.
When I’m done, he pulls back, his lips glistening with the remnants of my wetness all over him. I lean forward to kiss him without thinking. I can taste the musk of his mouth, a reminder of where he’s just been.
I moan softly against his lips, already needing more. My hands scrabble for his fly, and he chuckles, brushing them aside.
"Here, let me," he says, a grin curling up his face.
I part my legs and lean back, unable to do anything more than watch helplessly as he guides himself against my slit once more. As I feel him nudge into me, I groan, reaching up to grasp his shoulders so I can push myself onto him. It’s as though I can’t get close enough, as though I can’t do anything to sate my hunger for him.
But he grabs my arms and pushes them above my head, pinning them there as he slides all the way into me. I let out a needy whine, and he lowers his mouth to my ear to offer me an explanation.
"Oh, if you think there aren’t times I’m still going to take control, Sophia, you’ve got another thing coming."
I gasp, my belly rising to press into him, my ankles hooking around his calves as he begins to move into me in long, deep strokes. His hands are strong around my wrists, leaving me helpless to do anything but take him, to feel the pleasure he’s driving into me, over and over again, my body on the brink of giving in once more.
"You feel so good, Sophia," he growls against my ear, sliding his hands down to grope at my breasts and my waist. His fingertips dig into me, rough and needy, and I can tell he’s starting to get close to his own release right now.
He pulls back so I can see the look on his face as we both spiral into pleasure once again. My lips are parted, my eyes pinned on him, taking in every tiny change in his expression, everything that tells me he’s feeling everything I am right now.
I rake my nails down his back roughly and lean up so I can kiss him. As our tongues meet in his mouth once more, I feel it, the explosion of pleasure coursing through me. I can’t control it, wouldn’t want to even if I could, and I cry out against his mouth.
I feel him growing closer to reaching his own release inside of me. His tongue in my mouth, his cock in my pussy, he grinds himself deep one last time and holds himself there, like he’s enjoying the feel of me spasming around him in orgasm.
And that takes him over the edge. He groans against my mouth, a raw, needy noise that seems to come from some place buried deep inside of him. I wrap my arms around him, squeezing my eyes shut as I bury my head into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, needing to lose myself to it, needing to give myself to him more than anything.
He holds himself there for a long time before he draws back, clearly not ready to give up on the intensity of the moment yet. But I flop back, spent, hardly able to catch my breath.
He grins as he pushes himself up over me and plants a kiss on my forehead before gently lifting me into his lap so he can run his fingers through my hair.
"I was hoping we’d christen the place today," he murmurs playfully into my ear. I turn to him, eyebrows raised.
"You didn’t even know if I was going to say yes to taking it!”
He cocks an eyebrow. "Oh, I had a pretty good guess, I think," he replies.
"You’re such an asshole," I mumble as I lean in for another kiss. His hands lose themselves in my hair, and I can’t help but moan once more. Whenever he touches me, I feel like I’m losing myself. I’m giving myself over to him, unable to deny it, unable to even want to deny it.
He brushes his nose against mine as he pulls back, and I can tell what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth.
"I love you, Sophia."
I breathe the words in, take in the weight of them. I don’t know why, but I feel like this might be the first time he’s said them out loud to anyone.
"I love you, too, Blake," I reply, the words spilling easily from my lips. Because I do. I love him. This infuriating, terrifying, intoxicating man, I love him, and I want him more than I can put into words.
I wrap my arms around him and lose myself to our kiss once more. The rest of the world can wait a while.