Chapter 7 #3
With the way the dresser was situated, we could see each other in the mirror, and she blushed from head to toe.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“We’ll take our time. We’re in no rush.” I kissed her neck, taking my time. Because at this point, this would be our only time. Our last time. And I would savor every moment of it.
I knew my cock pressed against her lower back, but neither one of us said anything. Instead, I settled her in between my legs and spread her before me.
“Oh.” She blushed from head to toe, her pussy wet and swollen in the reflection.
“Just touch yourself, show me what you do.”
“I—I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Then let me be your first.” Another kiss to her neck, her shoulder.
I slid the top of her dress down gently, exposing one breast, and cupped her softly.
I rolled her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger lazily as I watched her hand slowly slide between her thighs.
And when she gently began to cup herself, rubbing her fingers along her clit, I sucked in a breath, but didn’t increase my speed.
I would make sure she was the one in control.
Because her first orgasm in this moment would be at her hands, with my aid.
Her head fell back to my shoulder, as her gasps increased, so I took my free hand and slid it over hers.
I increased the pressure, knowing it was her hand touching herself, and her gasps came quicker and quicker.
And as soon as she realized she could let go, and yet be in control at the same time, she fell. Wetness seeped from her cunt, soaking the bedspread as she came, her toes curling, her back arching.
As she came down from her orgasm, I moved her gently so she was on her back, and I was above her, my weight on my forearms by her head.
“Carson. I haven’t—” Her eyes widened, so glassy, so full of heat. But I took her mouth knowing I couldn’t let her say a damn thing. Because if she spoke, I would want more.
So instead, I stripped her dress off of her and quickly undid my pants. My cock sprang out, and I swallowed hard as soon as she gripped me.
With a shake of my head, I told myself that coming with one touch would be ridiculous, and so I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the condom that I had put in my pocket earlier.
Because tonight was just about sex. That’s what I told myself. That was why I was here.
There was no need for any emotion.
And as that lie wrapped around us both, I sheathed myself in the condom and took her mouth.
I wanted to go hard and fast, to take her, but instead I kissed up and down her body, paying extra attention to her nipples, and then her clit.
And when she came on my tongue, I nearly groaned in relief and satisfaction.
Knowing that if I said anything I could break this moment, I settled in between her legs and met her gaze.
“Still okay?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Say it. Say you’ll take me.”
“Please. Please be inside me. Please.”
And with that, I gripped the base of my cock and gently eased my way inside her.
She was so damn tight it was hard to breathe, but I didn’t care.
I would sit in this moment, in this agony, until she was ready for me.
As her cunt slowly began to take me deep inside, I rocked back and forth, easing the way.
Because I would never hurt her.
No matter what pain radiated through my body, I would never hurt Sophia Cage.
And when I found myself seated at last, I began to move, meeting her gaze.
There was something in those eyes that spoke to me, that scared the fuck out of me. So I took her mouth, knowing it would be better if we both ignored it.
We rolled so she was on top for a moment, but as her body bowed in on itself, shaking, I moved again so I was on top, taking her with every ounce of dedication and control that I had.
And then when she came, surprising both of us, I followed, burying my face against her neck, nearly saying words that would make no sense to me later. She clung to me, as I did the same to her, finally coming, filling the condom as she shook in my arms.
This was a problem. I knew it.
But soon I would walk away, all would be well, and nothing would change.
I kissed her lips and leaned back. “Let me clean you up, and then get you some water.”
I couldn’t breathe and I needed to find the space to think. Because everything that I had stood upon previously had been rocked to its core, and I didn’t know what to do. As I slid out of her, we both groaned. I could barely stand, but once again, I told myself this was the only time for a reason.
I took care of the condom, then slid on my pants without buttoning them. I took a warm towel and cleaned Sophia as I tucked her in bed, and I knew it would take her a moment or two to come out of whatever haze she lay in.
Needing a moment to breathe myself, I walked into the kitchen.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
I whirled, the glass falling from my hands, as I looked up to see Flynn and James standing in Sophia’s kitchen, murder on their faces.
Well, hell.