Page 77 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“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 betweenher 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 knowexactlywhat 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.”

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