43. Foster
FORTY-THREE
FOSTER
This is the best day of my life.
Sophie writhes against my mouth as I devour her. The taste of her overwhelming every other sense. I’m trying to maintain my composure. I don’t want to rush this, but the sounds she’s making are driving every move I make. One more curl of my fingers has her tensing and mumbling incoherently as her heels dig into my back. The thought of having bruises from them makes me painfully hard.
“Fuuuuck,” she moans as her body relaxes ever so slightly but I don’t let up. I want to experience that again. No, I need to experience that again.
I’m so close, and just the thought of coming without even touching myself while she loses control on my tongue is all I need apparently because the minute she tenses again, I explode.
Tremors wrack my body as my ragged breaths bathe her thigh. I can barely make out the sound of our combined panting as blood pounds in my ears. I’m frozen in place, my forehead resting on her leg, as I try to catch my breath.
Her fingers sliding through my hair brings me back. Tilting my head, I look up at her as she sits up on her elbow. She’s flushed and her hair is a disaster, but she’s stunning. It’s a view I’ll likely never forget. One that surpasses every fantasy I’ve ever had of her.
No one can ever tell me dreams don’t come true because mine is splayed in front of me right now.
Sophie shifts, and her feet softly touch the floor. Still graceful even after two orgasms.
“You’re very good at that, Mr. Walsh,” she praises. “Mind if I have a go now?” she asks as if she needs permission.
“Um, well…” I can feel my face heat, but I force myself to maintain eye contact.
“Did you?” she asks as her eyes widen in astonishment.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You make very good noises, Miss Hore.” I rise up on my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs to where her dress is bunched around her waist. “You’re perfect,” I purr, pushing the dress higher so I can kiss up her abdomen after she flops back again.
I stop just before I reach her chest and pull the fabric back down. She sighs contentedly when I stand and drop a kiss on each cheek before finally meeting her lips. I really need to get out of these pants, but when I go to step away, she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me back in.
“Do you like the taste of you, sunshine?” I ask before sucking her tongue into my mouth.
“Yes,” she coos, hooking a leg around my hip and pulling me back down to her. “Want you,” she murmurs against my lips, shredding every bit of self-control I have left.
I push off the bed and haul her up with me. When she’s standing in front of me I slide my hands into her hair and pull her to me, this kiss wiping all the others from my memory, instantly. The minute she relaxes, I turn her so her back is to me and walk us toward the bathroom, my lips on her neck the entire time. At the door I stop and set one hand on her hip while sliding the other under the dress. I watch her clock the progression of my hand beneath the fabric, her eyes going wide when she sees the trajectory.
Her head drops back onto my shoulder when I touch her. “Look at you,” I whisper, nipping at her ear. “Look how responsive you are to me.” I slip my finger back into her and watch as she quakes, my cock already rebounding. “Do you want more, Sophie?”
“Yes,” she begs, pushing her ass back into me when I add a second finger.
“Feel how hard I am for you, sunshine? You’ve had me in this state every day since you walked back into my life.”
I can tell she’s close by the way she’s breathing so I speed up my fingers while sucking at the space where her neck meets her shoulder, keeping my eyes on our reflection. She’s fighting it, I can tell. I can feel it.
“Let go,” I command, and she does. I have to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her upright as the orgasm hits. “Atta girl,” I murmur against her skin.
Sophie’s gaze lands on mine in the mirror and I can’t hold back the smirk that crosses my lips as I bring my fingers to her lips. She opens without hesitation, sucking them into her greedy mouth. Her eyes remain locked on mine the entire time and I have to work very hard not to come again.
She spins in my arms and before I know it she’s backing me up toward the bed.
“No more teasing, Foster,” she says as my ass hits the bed and she immediately straddles me. “I’m on the pill, but I need you to wear a condom.” She swallows. “Not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I can’t… I can’t go through it again.” She doesn’t need to clarify what she means.
“Of course, Soph, whatever you want.” And I mean that.
“Where?”
“Third drawer on the left,” I say, nodding toward the bathroom. “Wait, let me, I want to, uh”—I gesture at my crotch—“tidy up a bit.”
She looks down, pulling her lip between her lips shyly. “I’m sorry.” The words say one thing while the tone says something totally different.
“Sure you are, sunshine.” I stand and do my best to walk at a normal speed to the bathroom.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Sophie is on her back with her arm resting on her stomach, her right knee bent and crossed over her left leg, totally naked. She’s the picture of relaxation as she watches me with a contented smile on her face. It’s having the opposite effect on me. I feel like someone shot me up with adrenaline.
“Goddamn.”