Chapter Seventeen
Axel
The plan, now that they were stretched out on the bed together, was to watch a movie, but he'd learned a long time ago that things don't always go as planned.
Laying there with Sophia's head resting on his chest, Axel's hand caressed up and down her side, just wanting to touch her in some small way.
He felt Sophia lift her head to nuzzle his neck and he struggled to not react. When she pressed a kiss to his jaw, he growled.
“You don't make this easy, babygirl.”
“Don't make what easy?” she inquired.
“Keeping my hands to myself.”
Sophia shifted a bit so she was looking up at him. “No one said you couldn't touch. I just said I wasn't ready to jump your bones,” she pointed out.
“True. You did.”
Axel moved and pressed her back into the mattress while he hovered over her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers and she eagerly returned his kiss.
After a moment, he broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw and down her throat, making her whimper.
“If I do something you don't like, I want you to tell me. If, at any point, you want me to stop, you say so. Got it?” he ordered.
“I got it,” she replied. “I'll tell you. I promise.”
“Good. Then let's get rid of this,” he said and slid his hands down to slowly remove her sweater.
He leaned back and stared at her. “Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he groaned. “I mean, I've seen you in the outfits you wear when you're on stage, but this is different. This is personal.”
He lowered his head and kissed the creamy mounds of her breasts before he slid his hand behind her, unhooked her bra, and removed it to reveal her already peaked nipples.
Watching her face, he dipped down to take one nipple into his mouth. He held the nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue across the tip of it, making her moan softly.
Propping himself up on one arm, he lifted his other hand to caress the other breast, gently tugging on her nipple.
Sophia's moans and whimpers had him hard as a rock, but he wasn't going to pressure her for more than she was ready to give.
Moving down her body, he kissed her stomach and looked up at her. “May I?” he asked and touched the button on her slacks.
“Yes, but, um…”
“What is it, babygirl?”
“I'm wearing leggings, too. I put them on for warmth.”
“Smart woman. That's not a problem.”
He undid the button, lowered the zipper, and then removed both pairs of pants, leaving her in just her panties.
“If you could see yourself right now. With your lips swollen from my kisses, skin flushed—you are a fucking goddess, Sophia,” he growled.
He gazed at her reverently before his hands slid up her legs, fingers lightly brushing her skin, to grip her panties and slowly remove them to reveal neatly trimmed curls.
Despite how badly he wanted to taste her, he took his time by first kissing down one leg and then back up the other.
Only then did he settle between her thighs. He breathed in her arousal before he ever so slowly lowered his head to trace her with his tongue.
Axel groaned as her essence hit his tongue. “Fucking ambrosia,” he said and focused on pleasuring her.
When Sophia moaned and arched into his mouth, he grinned. She was definitely enjoying his ministrations.
After tongue fucking her for several minutes, he moved up to suck on her clit while sliding a finger into her.
He worked her tightness until he could slip a second finger into her, curling them both to stroke her g-spot.
“Axel!” Her fingers gripped his hair as her body arched and writhed beneath him before inner walls spasmed around her fingers with her release.
He kept thrusting his fingers into her, prolonging her orgasm, until he finally removed them and sucked them clean.
That done, he kissed back up her body but paused in kissing her. “Can I kiss you? Or should I go see if they have any mouthwash?”
When Sophia blinked at him, confusion clear on her face, he smiled gently.
“Not every woman wants to taste herself. Most men wouldn't think to ask, but I prefer to know.”
“Oh. Um. Yes, I guess. I've never had a guy kiss me after doing that. Well, technically, I've only had one other guy do that, and he only did it once.”
“Ah, babygirl, you have been sorely neglected, but I'll fix that. Let me know afterward if you'd rather I rinse my mouth in the future,” he said and leaned in to kiss her.
When she returned the kiss, he bundled her into his arms and rolled onto his back so she was resting partially on top of him.
Pulling back from the kiss, he studied her expression. She looked completely blissed out. It was a good look on her.
When she started to reach for his jeans, he stopped her hand.
“But—”
“No, Sophia. This was about you.”
“I'm a little confused. I mean, Tim told me that if a guy went down on a girl, she had to do something in return.”
“Whoever this Tim is, he's a fucking asshole. A real man doesn't expect shit in return,” Axel growled.
“Well, in his defense, we were both only fifteen,” she said sheepishly.
“Ah, shit. That's the problem. He wasn't a man, he was a stupid boy. I'll be fine,” he assured her. Yeah, his balls ached, but it would go away.
“Oh. Okay. If you're sure,” she replied.
“I'm sure, babygirl.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and pulled the covers over both of them.
As the movie played, he felt her relaxing against him, and when her breathing evened out, he knew she was asleep.
Axel laid there for a while watching her before he, too, drifted off to sleep.