Chapter 25 #2
I wanted so many things, so I hummed in question.
“We both want to make the other person feel good,” she said.
I swallowed with a nod. I needed to be enough for her. I was afraid her expectations of me were so high because of how people thought of me. If I let her down in any way, it might break me.
“Let’s do that then,” she said, and that liquid heat returned to her gaze.
I nodded, suddenly unable to form words as she kneeled and shuffled closer. She was taller than me, up on her knees like that, so her chest was at eye level. “Plus,” I said, “if one of us comes early, not naming names, then he will be fully invested in making the other come.”
She lifted one leg to swing it over my lap and straddled me, my attention-seeking cock still straight up between us. She gave it a look that I interpreted as I’ll be with you in a minute.
I inhaled her sweet smell as she leaned forward to lock her arms behind my neck, pressing her chest to mine. Before our mouths met, she said, “I really like you, Pace.”
“I really, really, like you too.” My voice was tight with the half confession.
It was the last reassurance I needed before our mouths connected. It was a cop-out of a response when, really, the feeling was far more than that. I thought about her all the time and couldn’t wait until our next flimsy excuse to meet again.
Her soft hair traced my arms as it fell around us. I ran my hands up her back and down again, briefly squeezing her backside. We kissed like we had when she lay beneath me.
Not only did she move her hands over my chest and body, as people often felt free to do, but she cupped my cheeks and pressed gentle kisses along closed eyelids.
She ran soft lips up the line of my jaw, saying ouch when my growing-out beard was rough against them.
I’d never been handled so tenderly. Never been with someone who was so curious about me and how we might fit together.
It caused an unexpected tightness in my throat.
I was losing myself to her. To all of this.
I wanted to be like this all the time, together and learning and exploring.
From the moment I found her note, some deep instinct in me sat up and took attention like it had been waiting for her.
And now, having her on my lap, in my arms, told me that instinct was right.
She brought her mouth back to mine, taking charge, and I was here for it. Our kiss grew more intense and frenzied. Hands exploring, tongues colliding.
Not to be forgotten, my dick actively rubbed against her center, which was warm and damp through the thin material of our pants. So we both wanted this messy and real.
“Oh,” she groaned against my mouth and pushed harder yet, even as it became more difficult to maintain the kiss.
It was rough and jostling now, teeth and lips.
The heat was so much between us that sweat prickled my back.
I gripped the back of her thighs, matching every rocking motion with hers. “It’s too much. It feels too good.”
“I know,” I said. And I did. I had wanted her for so long that this all felt too amazing.
“No, Pace. I’m—”
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I broke the kiss and found her chest. It was outside the superfluous parameters that I’d set only minutes ago, but having those beautiful tits bouncing in my face, hearing her moaning, I couldn’t help myself.
“Can I—?” She looked down, sweat starting to form around her temples.
“Yes, whatever. Yes. Carte blanche,” she said.
“Oh, good. Take this off.” I freed one hand to tug up her shirt, and she helped me finish.
I blinked, dazed. My desire made me throb so hard that my eyeballs felt like they were vibrating.
“You and these boobs,” she joked.
I was too busy lavishing her nipples with kisses through the thin, soft material of her bra, rubbing my nose along the exposed tops of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. Inhaling. Christ, how did they smell so good, so much like her, pure essence of Sophie.
I tweaked her nipples beneath the fabric, and she jerked in my lap.
I hissed in pleasure. Oh, what a miracle that she liked being teased like this because, fuck.
I tugged the cups of her bra down to bring her breasts to my mouth.
I flicked my tongue over one nipple. Then the other.
I rubbed them over my face. I played unabashedly with them, pushing her breasts up and together, imagining them running down my body, picturing my cock in between them.
“Oh, oh, God, Pace.” She sounded worried enough to pull me out of my reverie.
“What?” I stilled, holding her breasts.
“I really think . . .” Her cheeks were so red.
“Good.” I reached between us. I ran my hand along her stomach as she watched me with equal parts fear and unencumbered want.
Muscles under the soft skin of her stomach clenched as I went.
When I got to the hem of my pajama bottoms that she wore, she shifted to let me put my hand in, despite the awkward angle.
She whimpered, shook as I lowered my hand to find her soaking.
“Oh, Sophie,” I groaned out, my cock weeping at what I discovered.
“I’m-I—” Her clit was rock hard, the skin all around it soaking and swollen. I hardly touched it, and she convulsed.
“Too much?” I asked.
Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. She nodded, but then shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I need.”
I whispered words of comfort, hardly aware of what I said.
I pulled back on teasing the sensitive nub, instead rubbing the swollen folds around and above.
My hand slipped easily all around her. I brought my free hand back to her breast and took a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked on it at the same time I applied a little bit of pressure to—
“Oh, God,” she screamed out, back arching, hips jerking roughly as I tried to hold on. Her nipple in my mouth still, I looked up at her, watched her in awe as she came beautifully on my fingers.
I slowly pulled away, still feeling the little aftershocks of her orgasm, and gently released her from my mouth.
After a deep breath in and a shiver that wracked her whole body, she opened her eyes. She didn’t wait, didn’t give me time to recover. Eyes narrowed, as though in challenge, chest flushed, and still heaving. The dampness and arousal of us both in the air.
She pulled the band of my sweatpants back. My cock was so ready that it was right there, escaping and half out of my drawers. She pulled it free the rest of the way.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” White-knuckled, teeth gritting, I scrambled to grip the couch. She had hardly touched it.
She looked at me, hands coming together to encircle me, the action causing her full breasts, nipples hard, to come together, her touch so determined yet tender and hot on my dripping cock that one . . . two . . . strokes.
So soon after watching her come, I was . . . it was . . . My balls tightened up, I clenched, and then her thumb ran across the tip as another hand squeezed at my base.
“Fuuuu.” I came. I lost vision and then saw stars.
I shuddered as I came harder than I ever had, hot pulse after hot pulse, making a mess everywhere. When my vision returned, she smiled coyly at me.
“Okay. Now that we both got that out of the way,” she said.
I grabbed the nearby box of tissues.
“We can really get started,” I said.