Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Julian
Idon’t give either of us much time to recover.
Sophie is still flushed as she slides off the table. Her thighs are wet as my cum spills out of her. Her hair mussed around her shoulders, her dress is out of place, but she doesn’t bother fixing it. The sight of her sends another hard surge to my cock before my breathing has even settled.
I grab the bottle and the two glasses from the last place I set them, then take her hand.
“Let’s go.”
There is no discussion this time. Sophie lets me pull her toward the door, and we slip out of the cellar into the darkened corridor beyond it.
Most of the estate has gone quiet, with only a handful of lamps left burning along the walls and enough moonlight spilling through the windows to guide us without turning anything else on.
The entire thing feels absurdly illicit. My house. My staff. My rules. Yet I’m leading Sophie through the back corridors like a teenager trying not to get caught with is pants down and his dick hanging out.
Her fingers stay locked around mine as we take the rear staircase. Every time I glance back, I see the same heat in her face that is driving me upstairs faster than I should be moving.
A faint sound comes from one of the distant rooms. We both stop. Sophie looks at me, biting back a laugh. I pull her closer and wait until the house is silent again before continuing.
By this time, whatever patience I had downstairs is gone. Sophie reaches her suite first and opens the door. I follow her inside, set the wine and glasses down without looking where they land, then shut the door behind us.
When I turn back toward her, she is already watching me. I cross the room and take her face in my hands, my pulse hammering as I look at her, my cock aching to be inside of her again.
I kiss her and pull her against me, already knowing I am nowhere near finished with her.
I find the zipper at the back of her dress, dragging it down slowly, watching the fabric part to reveal the bare line of her spine inch by inch.
She lets it pool at her waist, and I press my lips to the newly exposed skin between her shoulder blades, feeling her breath catch beneath my mouth.
The only light in the room comes from the low lamps and the moon slanting through the half-open curtains, painting silver stripes across her skin as I ease the dress the rest of the way down her hips, letting it fall in a soft heap at her feet.
She turns to face me, stepping out of the fabric pooled around her ankles, and reaches for the buttons of my shirt with unhurried fingers.
I let her work them loose one at a time, watching her face in the dim light, the concentration in her eyes giving way to something softer, hungrier, as more of my chest comes into view.
Once the last button gives, she pushes the shirt off my shoulders, and I shrug out of it entirely, tossing it toward the chair by the window without bothering to watch where it lands.
I reach for her again, drawing her flush against me.
I kiss her slowly, savoring the shape of her mouth against mine, one hand sliding up her spine to cradle the back of her neck while the other settles low on her hip, anchoring her against me.
She melts into the kiss, her palms flattening against my chest, fingers curling slightly as if bracing herself for what comes next.
I walk her backward toward the bed, our mouths never fully parting, until the backs of her knees meet the edge of the mattress and she sinks down onto it, pulling me with her.
I follow her down, bracing my weight on my forearms as she settles against the pillows beneath her, and I take a moment just to look at her—memorizing the way the light catches the curve of her waist, the softness of her parted lips.
She reaches up, tracing her fingers along my jaw, down the column of my throat and over the muscles of my chest, mapping me with the same unhurried attention I intend to give her.
I grab her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before guiding it back down, letting her feel just how hard my cock is again.
I lower my mouth to her throat, tracing the line of her pulse with slow, open kisses, feeling it quicken beneath my lips as I move lower. I reach behind her, unclasping her bra and I slide the straps down her arms before throwing it to the side.
Her breasts are succulent as they fill my palms perfectly. I take my time there, rolling one hardened peak between my fingers while my mouth closes around the other, sucking her nipples properly and drawing a soft gasp from her that echoes in the quiet room.
Her fingers grip my hair, as I drag my mouth lower, tracing the line of her stomach, dipping my tongue briefly into her navel before continuing my descent, feeling her muscles tighten in anticipation beneath my lips.
I hook my fingers into the lace at her hips and drag it down her legs, following the fabric with my mouth as it goes, pressing kisses along her thigh, her knee, her calf, until the lace slips free entirely and I toss it somewhere behind me.
I settle between her thighs, pushing them wider, and press one final kiss to the inside of her knee before diving head first in between her legs.
I can see the remnants of our combined cum dripping down her leg, but it only makes me feral.
I spread her pussy lips open and lick in between each fold, biting and sucking on the flesh, making her moan. She spreads her legs, as if to invite me deeper, and I oblige.
The stroke of my tongue against her has her hips lifting off the mattress, seeking more contact than the first pass gave her.
I hold her steady with a palm flat against her stomach, taking my time, licking slow, deliberate circles around her clit before dipping lower to taste her fully.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and the soft, breathless sounds she makes above me only push me to slow down further, to savor every second of what I’m giving her rather than rush toward what comes next.
I slide one finger inside her, then a second, curling them until I find her g-spot again and build a steady rhythm there alongside the movement of my tongue.
Her breathing turns ragged, her hips rocking in small, desperate circles against my mouth, and I feel her body begin to tighten around my fingers, climbing fast toward the edge.
I press my tongue harder against her clit, matching the pace of my fingers, and feel her thighs clamp tighter around my head with every passing second.
I do not ease back this time, chasing the sound of her voice breaking apart above me until her release finally crashes through her, her back arching off the mattress, a cry slipping free into the quiet dark of the room.
I do not stop until every last tremor has faded from her, until her thighs have gone soft and pliant beneath my palms. I press one last kiss to the inside of her thigh before rising over her, and she reaches for the button of my pants immediately, working it loose along with the zipper, her hands shaking slightly from what just happened to her.
I help her push the rest of my clothes away, my cock springs free.
She wraps her fingers around my length, stroking me once, twice, her touch pulling a low groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
I catch her wrist gently, guiding her hand away before my own restraint slips entirely, and settle myself between her thighs instead, bracing my weight on one forearm beside her head.
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat, teasing her entrance, watching her eyes flutter shut at the contact, her hips lifting to meet me.
I sink into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her walls time to stretch around me, and the tight, perfect heat of her pussy has my own breath catching against her throat.
I still for a moment once I am fully position forehead resting against hers, both of us breathing hard in the quiet dark.
Then I begin to move, slow and deep, each thrust drawing out the fullness of me before I drive back in, and she meets every stroke with a roll of her own hips, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper still.
The bed shifts beneath us in a steady rhythm, the only sounds in the room our mingled breathing and the soft slide of skin against skin.
I lower my mouth to hers again, kissing her slow and thorough.
I feel her nails scrape down my back, urging me on without words.
I shift my angle slightly, chasing the spot that makes her moan every time I find it, and the small broken sound she makes against my lips tells me I have succeeded.
Her body begins to tighten around me again, quicker this time, her release building faster than the first.
I slow my pace deliberately, drawing the moment out, wanting to feel every second of what is building in her rather than rush toward it.
She whimpers softly at the change, her hips rising to meet mine with renewed urgency, and I hold her gaze in the dim light, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face as I give her exactly what she needs, one measured stroke at a time.
I pick up my pace to meet her, my own control beginning to fray at the edges, and reach between us to press my thumb against her clit, circling it in time with every thrust.
Her pussy walls flutter around me, then clamp down entirely as she begins to come again, her cries muffled against my shoulder.
The clench of her pussy walls squeezing the life out of my cock is enough to pull my own release free.
I drive into her one final time, burying myself as deep as I can go.
I begin to cum inside of her again, spurting my seed in doses, then I pull out quickly and slide up to her mouth.
She then lifts halfway as she opens wide and I shove my cock to the back of her throat as she sucks and swallows the remaining load.