4. Sophia
4
Sophia
Numbers fade into each other as I get some busy work done in my hotel room. It’s been a long week of data analysis and shadowing Micah. I am about ready to call it quits for the afternoon when a knock breaks the silence in the room.
Opening the door is a pleasant surprise. A tall man stands in my doorway with black hair that’s perfectly manicured; short on the sides with a bit of height at the top, “Perry!” I call out and throw myself in his arms.
“Hey, Soph.” He smiles and wraps his arms round my waist, stepping me back into the room, kissing me.
“I thought you weren’t going to have a free weekend for a while?” I ask, still in his arms.
“I was able to get a night off to swing by,” he says, continuing to walk me towards the bedroom.
“I missed you so much,” I lament, kissing him more.
It’s been a while since we have seen each other. Not to mention our phone conversations have felt a bit off lately, not hitting the mark.
Each kiss becomes deeper and more fevered. The build up close to boiling point. He moves his hands, assertively putting them on my ass and squeezes, eliciting a gasp of excitement from me. He breaks away from my lips, puts me down, and starts kissing down my neck, my breasts, my stomach. He looks up at me with desire and lust in his eyes as he starts to undo my jeans. He buries his face into my crotch, biting my inner thigh as his nose pushes and slowly drags up my front. When his mouth is parallel to my underwear, he takes in a mouthful, lightly biting down, teeth grazing my skin. He pulls away, taking the material in his teeth, before it snaps back. I moan and my hands grab onto his shoulders. He promptly stands up, drops his pants, and lifts me up, all in one rushed movement.
His mouth meets mine again as he walks with me, his arms tight around my torso, to the bedroom.
He places me on the edge of the bed, the balls of my feet still on the floor, and continues to kiss me. The kissing continues to deepen with a heady feeling coming on strong. He moves his focus down to my breasts. Kissing, biting, and sucking; feeling so good and working me up with his firm touch.
He moves a hand to the outside of my hips and pulls my underwear down, returning his hand to brush his fingertips over my pussy. I drop my head backwards.
He moves his head down and I can feel his breath hot on my inner thighs. Suspense builds again. He starts lightly, running his tongue up my thigh. Then up my swollen pussy, pausing with a firm, pressured flick on my clit. Slowly repeating, building me higher.
I am breathing heavily. One of my hands come to his head, his black hair between my fingers. My fingers tangle, getting lost in his hair.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whisper.
He doesn’t stop. It spurs him on to focus more with his tongue movements, concentrating on my clit.
“Hey,” I say in a raspy voice, pulling him off me by gripping his hair. His eyes meet mine and a mischievous smile washes across his face.
“What?” he whispers back in a raspy voice, matching mine.
He starts kissing my stomach, my chest, my neck. He slowly and confidently makes his way up my body, encouraging me to lie down. He hovers above me as he covers his cock with a condom from his pocket.
I can feel the head of his cock gently applying pressure on my pussy. Teasing me. I move my hips towards him, showing my eagerness.
With a slight and smooth move, he pushes his cock into me slowly, but going so slow enables me to feel every centimetre of him going into me. He draws himself out, equally as slow. I am aching for him. It makes me lift my chest up and grab his shoulders, digging my fingers in. I moan and breathe, “Perry…”
He buries his face into my neck and enters me again. This time he goes faster, building his speed gradually. He keeps thrusting into me and I enjoy the feeling of him filling me. My pussy is enthralled at his girth as it strokes my walls. Building up friction, oh so tantalisingly. He moves his mouth to my nipple and takes it in while he’s still shoving himself into me. I moan loudly and feel my climax climbing.
This inspires him on to go faster. Building his climax. “Fuck, Soph.”
I grab his biceps and move my hips with his, my clit rubbing against him, getting faster and faster. My climax reaches its peak and I feel the explosive feeling rush over me, from crotch up my torso, through my chest and out my limbs. He comes as I feel the aftershocks pulsate deep within me.
He withdraws himself and lays to my side, resting his face in my neck, kissing it a few times. I rest my lips on his forehead and return the kisses. Our arms embracing each other as we run our fingers along tingling skin. We lay there for a while in silence. He gets up to remove the condom in the bathroom and returns to take a deep breath. “I better get going.” He starts getting dressed.
“What? I thought you were staying overnight?” I ask, gripping the bed sheet to my chest and raising myself to lean on my elbows, gobsmacked at the abrupt turn of events.
“I only have the night off. That includes travel time.” Perry is dressed and looking annoyed at me.
“Oh, okay.” I’m struggling to find the right response. It was nice of him to come and spend the free time he has with me, but this feels a little…wrong? A continuation of the off feeling between us lately.
“No need to see me to the door. I’ll let myself out.” He comes over, kisses me, and I watch him close the door behind him, still trying to work out what the fuck just happened.
Did he seriously fly in for a lay, then leave? What the fuck is going on?