18. Chapter 18
18
Brody
Sophie leads the way, backing up until her knees hit the bed. I reach her and kiss her again, before gently pushing her backwards. She bounces onto the mattress and scoots away with a giggle, her eyes flashing when I follow and crawl toward her. Sophie’s legs part for me to get nearer and I kneel between them, running my hands along her shins. More goosebumps follow my touch.
Now what? I want to ask the question aloud but Sophie saves me, sitting forward and taking my hands. She slides my fingers up her thighs and then brings them together over the button of her shorts.
“Go at your pace,” she assures me, but her voice is deep and husky with need.
“I don’t think you want that,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“I can assure you, I do.” She giggles and lays back on the pillows, watching me. Waiting.
“Then, I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” I growl.
Instead of unbuttoning her shorts, I lift her shirt, revealing her stomach. My eyes flick to hers, but there’s no hint of hesitation or doubt. Instead, Sophie lifts up to help me pull the top over her head.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes on her breasts. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pair. Covered by black lace, I can just glimpse her dark nipples, hard and waiting for attention.
“That good, huh?” she chuckles .
I can’t answer. She’s stolen my voice. I lean over her using one hand on her stomach to press her down into the bed, the other to support myself above her. Trailing my hand up and over one breast, I pull the lace down to bare her. My eyes can’t seem to focus and that nipple is practically crying out to me. I flash a smirk at Sophie and then dip my head, pulling her nipple into my mouth.
I’m not sure if the groan comes from me or her. Possibly both. Her hands tangle into my hair. Holding her breast with my hand, I swirl her nipple in my mouth, sucking and twisting it between my lips. I graze my teeth over the sensitive bud and the tiniest squeak comes from the woman beneath me. I smile against her skin, but I’m nowhere near satisfied.
“That good, huh?” I repeat the words back to her when I pull my mouth off with an immodest sucking sound. Gazing up, I see that her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling. A breathy laugh escapes her.
“Just touch me,” she moans, not looking down at me.
I laugh, a rumble deep in my chest. When my mouth returns to her nipple, my hands move to unbutton her shorts. Sophie wriggles beneath me as I lower the zipper and then her hands are out of my hair and impatiently pushing the denim down her hips.
There’s a severe lack of anything beneath the denim and another curse tumbles from my lips as my hands grasp that bit of skin between her hips and the tops of her thighs. So soft, so malleable, so delicious. Why do I want to bite it?
I raise up, allowing Sophie to lift her hips and maneuver so that she can pull the shorts down completely. Once they’re off, I grab them and toss them in the same direction as her shirt. Her legs fall on either side of me once more and she’s completely open to my gaze. With one raised eyebrow, she stares at me, not a hint of shyness to be found. The woman’s confidence is impressive. Not that she has any reason to be self-conscious.
I move forward, lowering my lips to hers, but after only seconds, I forge a path south, down her neck, across her breast, avoiding her nipple. I kiss the soft flesh of her belly, the attention causing one of her hands to fly into my hair again. Then when I reach the skin between hip and thigh, I do exactly what I’ve been wanting to. I sink my teeth in, gently, slowly.
Sophie moans and bucks her hips. I file that away for later and trail kisses over the top of her thigh, inhaling the scent of her arousal. It drives me fucking wild. There’s a little voice in the back of my mind, asking if I can do this, if I can really please her, but I’ll never know if I don’t try.
I raise my head to make eye contact, silently asking one last time for consent. Sophie’s gaze drifts down and even if she didn’t nod, I’d know by that fire in her eyes that it’s a resounding yes.
I plant kisses across her skin, placing my hands on her knees to widen her legs. She allows the movement and I sink down to get a better angle. I tease with my lips and my tongue, along the outskirts of her absolutely soaking wet pussy.
“Please.” It’s a hoarse whisper from above me and I grin into her skin with a low chuckle.
“So impatient.” I have no idea where my confidence comes from, but Sophie seems to like it because she moans again. “Tell me what to do,” I breathe against her. “Tell me what you like.”
“I need your mouth.” She sounds as desperate as I am. It seems that’s all the instruction I’m going to get.
Without giving her any warning, I press my tongue against her entrance and lick my way up until I find her clit. Using one hand to spread her, to give me better access, I begin to suck and tease and swirl my tongue, causing her to squirm. Her hips buck and a string of curses falls from her lips.
“You taste so fucking good.” The words tumble out, muffled by her pussy because I refuse to move my mouth even for a second.
“Brody.”
Hearing my name on her lips forces a groan from me, the vibrations soaked up by her body.
“Use-” she chokes and then gasps when my teeth graze her clit. “Use your fingers too,” she begs. I lift my mouth and she whines.
“Is this what you want?” I slip two fingers inside her, watching in awe as the first knuckles disappear and then the second.
“Fuck.” She draws out the word like a sigh. “Yes, now-” she grunts, “curl them upward like this.” She shows me what she wants with one hand.
I adjust so I have the right angle and begin to do as she says, watching her face for a reaction. She’s so fucking tight around my fingers and her hips move when I crook them upward.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Just like that, keep going. ”
I press my thumb to her clit, circling it while curling my fingers inside her. Sophie cries out, arching her back while her hips chase my movements.
“So fucking wet for me.” My eyes drop to her pussy as I slide a third finger inside.
“Oh god.” With her head thrown back, I can’t tell if her eyes are open or closed, but the moans tell me I’m doing something right.
“My name is Brody,” I chuckle, “but I’ll accept god.”
“Shut up,” she laughs breathlessly. “But don’t shut up. Keep talking.”
“You want me to talk to you?” My fingers pick up speed and I growl when I feel her respond. “Want me to tell you how beautiful you look in my bed, with my fingers inside you? How much I enjoy feeling your pussy clench?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I want you to come on my face,” I continue, lowering my mouth to her clit while continuing to work my fingers.
The moment my tongue swirls over her, she bucks again, her thighs closing in, but not tight. I don’t stop her, keeping my focus on her pleasure and nothing else.
“Brody,” she whines. “Please, just-” She grunts, the sound guttural and animalistic. “Fuck!”
Without warning, her thighs close completely like a vice and I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers. I keep going, keep playing with her while her body convulses above me. One of her hands flies to my hair, pulling hard. Then her body stiffens, no noise coming from her. Her muscles haven’t stopped spasming around fingers and I’ll be damned if I’m going to cut this short for her.
Seconds tick by and then she’s trying to pull my head away.
“Brody,” she whimpers. “S-stop. You h-have to st-stop.” She gasps every other word, begging, her thighs releasing me.
Before lifting my head, I allow myself one more indulging lick. I crawl forward just a little, settling my chin on her stomach and staring at her. My chest is directly against her wet center and I don’t give a damn that she’s going to leave a spot on my shirt.
“How was that?” I know the answer. I felt the answer. I want an evaluation anyway.
“You sure you’ve never done that?” she asks breathlessly, still panting. She doesn’t look down at me.
“Sounds like a good review.”
I move again, kissing my way up her body until I reach her lips. I have no idea if this is appropriate, kissing her when I’ve just had my face between her legs, but I know she’ll stop me if she doesn’t like it. Thank goodness she does, her tongue exploring my mouth instead of the other way around. It even darts outward, licking the remnants of her from my chin. She tilts her head to continue what her tongue has done, moving along my jaw and back again.
“I taste so good on your skin,” she murmurs before her lips reach mine.
“Can I just stay right here?” I ask, breaking the kiss and shifting back down her body just a bit. “Right here between your thighs?” Sophie grins.
There’s a sheen of sweat over much of her body and face. Thin hairs are plastered to her temple and she’s panting, trying to regain her breath.
“If that’s what you want,” she sighs.
“It’s absolutely what I want.” My tongue pokes out of my mouth to wet my bottom lip as my eyes rake over her face and chest. “But first,” I add with a mischievous grin. I move again, lowering myself between Sophie’s thighs again. “That’s quite the mess I need to clean up.”
“Brody,” she giggles as I press my lips to her inner thigh. “You don’t-” she cuts off with a gasp when I move to her clit again. “That’s not-”
“Sophie, do me a favor,” I growl, my face still making full contact with her pussy.
“Anything,” she sighs.
“Shut up unless you’re telling me how to make you come harder.”
Her only response is another moan when I slide two fingers inside her.
“Still so wet for me,” I muse. “So greedy.” I smirk but in the back of my mind, I’m still confused by my own confidence. “Is the guy I’m competing with not giving you what you want?”
I shove my fingers as deep as I can while my chin is in the way and curl them, pulling another whimper from her. I could listen to that sound forever. I could stay here forever. Sophie squirms, her hips writhing, trying to chase my lips, my tongue, my fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I hum, feeling her begin to tense around me just before she explodes again. "Come for me again."
A cry rips from her throat, her back arching before she goes still, unable to move as her orgasm takes over. Just like before, I keep sucking, keep working my fingers. I’ve never felt so exhilarated. I’ve never felt so utterly satisfied as I do knowing that I can bring a beautiful woman like her so much pleasure. I wonder how many orgasms I can wring from her.
When Sophie begins to relax again, I pull my fingers out and flick my tongue against her clit once more. Breathing heavily, I crawl back up her body, wedging myself between her legs like before, my face just below hers, but raised so I can see her eyes. A bead of sweat runs from her temple into her hair and her eyes are closed while she tries to catch her breath.
When her eyes flutter open, finding me, she reaches down for the fingers that were just inside her. Maintaining eye contact, Sophie pulls them to her mouth and sucks greedily, cleaning them off. I groan when her tongue slides between and around them, letting loose another curse. Sophie grins, allowing my hand to drop to her belly.
“I know that you know what you’re doing to me,” I groan.
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she laughs. She’s treading lightly, not asking the question I see in her eyes. Ignoring it, I look down and kiss her stomach before resting my chin on my hand.
“Any notes?” I tease.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something when I review this later.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Of course. I’m a classic overthinker, even the good stuff.”
“So, it was good.” I smirk.
“Adequate.” She shrugs. “Are you just going to stay like that all night?”
“Can you blame me?”
“Yes, actually. I’ve never met someone who was content to stop there.”
I reach forward, pulling a stray curl behind her ear.
“I’m starting slow. That ok?”
“Your pace,” Sophie reminds me. There’s no judgment in her eyes. “What’s going through that head of yours?” she asks, reaching a hand so she can tap my forehead with her finger.
I catch her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing her knuckles gently and then brushing my lips across them.
“Just wondering what I have to do to keep you.”