Chapter 26 #2
He’d hooked his finger inside me and brushed something that caused my whole abdomen to tighten in pleasure. A shocked moan escaped me. He groaned in response, and it spread through my skin like lightning across a dark sky.
I was fully inside my body, dizzy with these new sensations.
My hands shot to his head, then the bed, then one on each, not sure where to settle.
The sight of him enjoying himself, the muscles of his body working, the groans of pleasure, the vibrations of his moans, the lewd sounds we made together, all combined to create a new type of living I’d never known existed.
This was pleasure on a totally new scale.
This was the benchmark against which everything from here out would be measured.
It was never this intimate act that was the issue; I just needed the right man.
And there he was. His fiery gaze met mine as his tongue did something magic just above my clit. My hands gripped the comforter in an almost panic at the growing sensation.
“What’s happening?” My hips were undulating, and my voice was high and breathy.
He mumbled words of comfort but didn’t miss a beat.
That initial orgasm from the couch was a distant memory.
It had spilled out of me like the sloshing of water in a bucket.
But this feeling. This was the movement of an entire ocean in me—waves cascading, gaining momentum.
A massive force built and loomed on the horizon.
I braced myself for it, feeling out of control and at its mercy. But more excited than ever.
And then it happened: wave after wave crashed against the shore. It was long and drawn-out and amazing and intense, and I was outside of my body again. I hovered above the bed to see the gorgeous man licking the orgasm out of me, and I wished I could have it printed on a postcard.
When I was finally able to speak, my aftershock pulses gently pushed his fingers out of me.
“So, uh, I didn’t know I could have different types of orgasms. This is the sort of thing women should tell each other.
Maybe they do. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not on that group chat.
I just know that I’ll never be the same again,” I mumbled incoherently, pushing back my sweaty hair, shaking my head in disbelief.
I looked up. Pace was sitting back, wiping moisture from his face.
It was a beautiful sight as he kneeled before me with his red, hard cock in his hand, pumping it mercilessly.
His face was raw and open with lust. His strong, veined arm worked himself as the muscles in his chest and abdomen flexed and balanced to keep the sharp tempo.
It was yet another perfect image I wanted to capture and store forever in my mind.
“You tasted so good. I can’t believe how bad I need to come again already,” he said.
“Wait. Wait.” I sat up, and his hands instantly shot out. His cock was so hard it bounced against his stomach as he sat back.
Words tumbled out of me. “I’m on birth control.
And just had a checkup. Uh, you were there, actually .
. .” I frowned at my blundered words. There was no need to be coy about this.
He’d just had his tongue inside me. “I would like to have sex, just you and me. No condom. If you have been tested since Kaylee—”
“I have,” he said instantly. “All good for me.”
“Only if you want to, of course.”
“Yep. Yes. I would like that.” He scrambled forward to hover over me.
I fell back against the bed to smile up at him, and he grinned back with full dimples.
“Good. Now that’s settled,” I said softly.
He gently lowered to rest his body flat against me, except this time, I spread myself wide for him. I lost my breath at the heavy heat of him all over my body, the comforting weight. There was a gentle tenderness that shifted the energy from frantic and sweaty to slow and luxurious.
“Can I kiss you? It’s okay if you don’t like the taste of yourself,” he said.
“I don’t know. Let’s try.” I licked my lips, worried that it would turn me off to kiss him after that, but maybe because he’d liked it so much or maybe because I was too far gone in the heat of the moment, it didn’t bother me at all.
In fact, I found myself leaning into that feminine power.
And soon I was so lost in his amazing kissing that nothing else mattered.
To my absolute shock, my own heat was returning, but I scolded my body and told it to chill out. There was no way I would be able to come again. I was a cloth squeezed of all moisture. It was nice to focus on Pace’s needs now.
I reached down to help him find my entrance.
I couldn’t believe how soaked I was, how my body was able to welcome him like this.
This was a far cry from the quick orgasms I rubbed out to help me sleep.
This felt like a superpower, creating the most perfect space to take him in.
When he notched against me, just resting, I squeezed in anticipation.
His nostrils flared, but his gaze was as soft as his body was hard, rigid with tension.
“Sophie,” he gasped and dropped his head to my forehead.
I touched him all over as tenderly as he had explored me earlier. I felt my heart swelling with emotion again. The release of my orgasm letting in all the feelings. Everywhere I ran my nails had goose bumps despite his skin being damp with sweat.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged when I realized he hadn’t pushed any further in, as though waiting for the word, another opportunity for me to change my mind.
But the voice of fear that normally ruled my life was absent when I was this close to Pace.
As though his proximity banished fear from the building, my body recognizing safety and protection in him.
He shifted to let me slide my hand back between us. I continued to hold his gaze as I found the healthy length of him, hesitating at my entrance.
I stroked him up and down, amazed at how rock-hard he could be with skin so soft.
I swirled the tip of him until he was sufficiently lubricated.
He whispered my name softly. I slowly lifted myself up to meet him as he carefully pushed in from above.
It wasn’t long until he was sheathed in my wetness, and I pulled my hand free so he could sink fully into me.
He sucked in a shaking breath. His whole body trembled.
Still looking at me, he rocked into me, his rhythm slow and sweet. There was a time this amount of maintained eye contact would’ve made my skin crawl. But again, that person was gone. I felt cherished and joyful, holding this connection between us.
I felt beautiful.
If the cost of all the fear leading up to this moment was what it took, then I could pay the fee. I could handle it all if I could live in this moment just for a few more minutes.
I brought my hands to his face and lowered him to kiss me, rather than to see the moisture gathering in the corners of my eyes.
Once again, our bodies found their perfect rhythm. I was welcoming, and he was gentle. When he grew closer and closer to the final point, he broke the kiss. He leaned up to rock and reached some new spot. It felt amazing. I hooked my ankles around his lower back, and that spot was hit even harder.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” I said. I was building toward the precipice again.
I ignored it. Instead, I braced my body to take his quickening impacts. I slammed my hips back to meet his, showing him that I could take whatever he gave.
“Fuck, Sophie.” Pace’s voice was so rough with tension that it was even sexier than before.
Was there anything that he could do right now that I wouldn’t find incredibly sexy? I looked down to watch him grinding into me. All his beautiful muscles working as a machine to pivot in and out of me.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Ridiculous,” I mumbled back.
Okay, this was still about him, but what if I just touched myself and—
“Oh shit,” I screamed out, feeling my whole body convulse unexpectedly. I came hard and fast like a sneeze. “Yet another type. What is happening?” I was so far gone, I wasn’t even aware of what I was saying.
“Sophie, yes. You’re so beautiful when you come.” He was panting and breathless, and the look in his eyes made my heart swell. “Shit.”
Pace was too lost for my happy, confused panic to register. He gripped the headboard and slid in and out of me, our bodies smacking loudly. It was so dirty and loud and messy, and it made no sense that I found it so incredibly sexy.
“Sophie.” He yelled my name as I stilled, gripping him tightly as he exploded into me. I could feel every single hot pulse, and it was enough to almost make me come again. I didn’t, but I rolled my eyes internally at myself.
Instead, I just let Pace get delirious as he shuddered a final release into me. He mumbled and whispered kisses, gracious and humble as ever, as he came down.
It was my laughter that caused my muscles to squeeze him all the way out. We were a hot mess.
“What? Why are you laughing?” he asked, confused, sweaty, and disheveled as he fell to the side next to me.
“Your definition of simple sex is wildly off base. That was . . . supernatural.” I shook my head, still laughing.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He kissed my temple as I cuddled up next to him. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“Yeah, well. Mission accomplished. Times three.”
Mr. August preened.
“I’m really starting to understand the appeal of staying in,” Pace said.
“I’m telling you.” I’d long lost track of time, but it was still dark outside. “Though, in my experience, typically there’s a lot more puzzling and a lot less coming,” I said.
He laughed. “Shame.”
We shared a look and smiled. We showered together, made love again, and then, when our bodies were too spent and almost too sore to have sex, we watched each other get ourselves off.