Page 113 of The Love Position

He dived into the sweet earthiness of her taste, her liquid heat and the softness of her lips. Worshipping her pussy with long licks, he vibrated his tongue over the hard bud of her clit, then thrust it inside her.

‘Isaac! Isaac! Isaac!’

He held her still as she thrashed and moaned, letting every one of his senses drown in her pleasure and his. Nothing had ever felt so right. So world-alteringly perfect.

The storm faded into the background. It was no match for the power of his feelings, the chemistry between them that set every cell alight and changed the very fabric of his being.

Her thighs were shaking, her voice becoming incoherent. Isaac focused his attention on the centre of Sophia’s pleasure, feeling the shifts in her body, the erratic movement of her breath, the vibrations as her cry got higher.

Sophia. Sophia. My Sophia.

Emotion flooded his veins, fuelling the speed of his tongue. He was the wind, pushing her orgasm on like a cresting wave.

Her hands clutched his hair, holding him to her as if afraid he would stop.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Isaac had been content for most of the last twelve years. But now? Nothing would or could ever compare to this moment of truly divine ecstasy. Sophia was his goddess, and worshipping her was the ultimate pleasure.

She was gasping now, the space between each one getting shorter and shorter, until they cut off and she stiffened beneath him.

Yes.

His tongue kept flicking as the tension in her body changed to shudders, then convulsions, as her breath returned with fitful cries.

‘Oh, my god! Isaac! Oh my god, oh my god…’

Sophia’s hands were still tangled in his hair, as if holding on for dear life as the aftershocks of her orgasm kept coming.

Love and lust diffused in and out of each other, creating a feeling so profound his heart felt like it would burst.

As her muscles relaxed, he nuzzled her soft curls and pressed kisses onto the inside of her thighs. She stroked his hair, as if trying to put it back into place.

‘I love you,’ she murmured.

‘I love you too,’ he replied, his breath ghosting across her pussy. Then he licked up her length, flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit.

‘Oh!’ She sounded surprised, as if this was not what she was expecting.

He smiled and did it again.

‘Oh, my g—’

She broke off, her thighs tightening once more as he thrummed his tongue against her.

How could he have lived without this taste? Without the exquisite pleasure of making Sophia come? It was as if he’d been living his life in a palette of muted tones and now the future lay before him in a kaleidoscope of colour.

‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’

Isaac prided himself on being a fast learner, and now he’d made Sophia orgasm once, he knew some of the ways to make her respond. Licking faster, he chased her climax on, feeling her reach her peak, then sucking her clit hard into his mouth.

She screamed, her hips bucking, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she ground her pussy into his face.

The waves of her orgasm kept coming, rippling through her, until she collapsed with shaky gasps, her hands trembling.

‘Isaac,’ she breathed, as if finally finding him after a lifetime of looking.

He went back to kissing the soft skin of her upper thighs, sucking the flesh into his mouth, feasting on her.

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