Page 24 of Reckless Flames

“I don’t have all the answers, Sophie,” I confessed, the frustration of our predicament etched in every word. “But I know I can’t just walk away from this, from you. Not without exploring what this is between us.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication and the weight of decision. It was a crossroads, a moment of choice that felt as daunting as it was inevitable.

Sophie’s hand reached out, bridging the gap between us, her touch a spark that threatened to ignite the smoldering tension. “I feel the same, Ben. But we need to be careful, to consider all the consequences.”

Her touch, light yet laden with so much, sent a jolt through me, the physical connection amplifying the emotional turmoil. “I know,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “But right now, in this moment, all I can think about is you.”

The confession was a leap, a plunge into the depths of the unknown that we both seemed helpless to resist. The space between us evaporated, the magnetic pull drawing us together with a force that felt as inevitable as it was reckless.

Our lips met, the kiss a confluence of all the emotions we’d been grappling with—fear, desire, uncertainty—all melding into a connection that felt both terrifying and right. It was a surrender, a giving in to the moment despite the complexities that awaited us later.

As our lips parted, Sophie looked deep into my eyes, her expression locked in a moment of intimacy and certainty. A searing bolt of passion coursed through me at the sight of those incredible eyes, the perfect reflection of everything I was feeling. I felt myself drowning in the intensity of her gaze, powerless to resist its gravitational pull.

Sophie pulled away, her face flushed. “What if this is exactly what we need?” she asked, a fire igniting in her eyes. “We could...”

As our lips touched again, our hands tangled in each other’s hair, our hips grinding against each other. My fingers found the hem of her T-shirt, teasing the edge, until she pulled it off completely, exposing her bare chest—no bra—to me.

My hand skimmed along the smooth expanse of her skin, gliding up and down her back before moving to cup her breast, the firmness of her flesh intoxicating me. Our lips twisted in unison, the taste of her like honey on my tongue.

“I need you...” she moaned, grinding her hips against mine through our clothes.

“Me too,” I said, reaching for the button and zipper to allow my half-hard cock to fall free.

Her hand went to it instantly, gently stroking before she dipped her head and took me into her mouth, the warm, wet feeling of her tongue making my length pulse with pleasure.

“Sophie...” I breathed.

She moved with expert precision, her lips and tongue the perfect combination as she brought me to full hardness. As she ran her mouth up and down my shaft, her talented hands worked their magic on my balls, her nails scraping deliciously across my sensitive skin.

I reached down, brushing her hair aside, my fingers threading into the silky strands, while my eyes drank in the sight of her bent over me, those spectacular tits hanging low enough for me to grip. I leaned forward, my hands moving down to cradle them, the weight of them impossibly inviting.

Sophie sucked in a breath as I caressed her breasts, first with my thumbs and then, when she relaxed, my fingers. She arched her back, encouraging me to explore further, to play with her nipples. I urged her onto the bed and hovered over her before I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it around my teeth while squeezing the other between two fingers.

She whimpered in response, writhing under my ministrations, rubbing herself against me, drawing me even closer. I knew that I needed to temper myself if I wanted this to last, so instead ofplunging in like I desperately wanted to, I decided to give her a bit of what she’d given me.

I slowly removed her pajama bottoms, taking her panties with them so that she was fully bare. Sophie’s body was taut with arousal, muscles rippling as she shifted restlessly underneath me.

“I need to taste you,” I growled, prying her legs apart and using my thumb to stroke her clit until she was soaked in her own juices.

Sophie cried out, gasping as my tongue found her opening. Her hands wound into my hair, holding me close, not that I needed the encouragement. She was delicious, and I wanted every drop.

I slid a finger inside of her, curling it to stroke that spot inside of her that, within seconds, had her whimpering. I lifted my head to enjoy the sight of her beautiful face in the throes of passion and then resumed my original position, lapping at her like a starving man, sucking and nibbling.

Every nerve ending seemed to fire in concert, sensations building inside of me as I ate her like a madman, unable to get enough. Finally, I heard her breathing hitch, felt her thighs clench around my head as she came close to a climax.

Good. Now I knew she was ready for me.

I moved on top of her once more, the head of my cock brushing against her slick lower lips as she quietly begged me.

“Please...I need to feel you fill me.”

She thrust her hips upward, pressing my throbbing erection against her entrance, willing me to go deep. It took almost no effort to slide into her waiting channel, where her walls squeezed me but let me go deep, until I was surrounded by her.

I groaned, driving into her, the friction of her walls on my hard length drove me crazy.

“More...” she whispered, her hands on my hips, urging me to thrust harder, faster.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me tighter against her as I pumped, my body in complete union with hers.

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