Page 86 of Trying Sophie

I tried to give him a sexy pout, but I wound up laughing and snorting instead.

I’d never had this much fun with a guy. I could be myself with Declan, could show him both the serious and the silly sides of my personality and he’d accept both. There was something incredibly liberating about being with a man who didn’t expect you to be anything other than who you were.

“Indeed you were,” I answered with a chuckle as I dragged my nails over his sculpted abs until I reached the promised land.

I placed soft, openmouthed kisses along the smooth, magical vee, following its line until I came to a dusting of hair, and then dragged my tongue back up his happy trail to his belly button. He gasped, tightened his muscles, and then relaxed. I smirked into his rippling torso and repeated an identical path down the other side only, halting my exploration just shy of his twitching cock. He clenched the comforter between tight, white knuckles. I trailed my fingers tantalizingly close to his balls, brushing lightly back and forth, and his hips shifted in silent plea, begging me to touch him, to make love to him with my mouth. When his breathing became frantic, I nipped gently at the inside of his thigh and he groaned.

“Oh god,” he whispered on a hoarse exhalation. “Suck me please,” he begged out loud.

Putting him out of his misery, I dragged the flat of my tongue from the base of his shaft to his large, swollen head, then sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his crown. I could feel how tightly wound he was, that he was trying desperately to lay still while he waited for what came next. One second, then two passed, and when I felt his legs tremble beneath my hands, I took the full length of him into my mouth.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his control breaking, as his hips surged forward and his thick cock nudged the back of my throat.

Breathing through my nose, I fought my gag reflex and slowly drew upward along his shaft. I stacked my hands around his dick, slippery from my saliva, and twisted. When he groaned, I leaned forward and licked my way around his engorged head like it was my favorite flavor of ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

His voice, telling me how he liked it hard and rough, echoed through my head and I grasped him tighter, sucked my cheeks in and pulled.

“Yeah, just like that,” he bit out between gritted teeth.

He pumped his hips furiously, his breathing labored, his eyes scrunched closed. A hair’s breadth from coming, I kept one hand clamped tight around his cock and dipped down to fondle him, the twin balls resting lighting in my palm.

“Harder,” he commanded.

I paused, not knowing how much pressure to exert. This was all new to me and I was going on instinct and nothing more.

When I hesitated, he directed me. “Squeeze them just a little bit tighter, not too hard … just more pressure.” I did as he asked and was rewarded with a ragged gasp. “Tug on ‘em.”

I followed his guidance, alternating pressure, and then I wrapped my lips around his cock and plunged lower. He weaved his hands through my hair and when I would have moved back up his shaft, he held me in place as he pitched his hips forward.

“Is this okay?” he asked between urgent gasps.

“Mmm hmm,” I responded, the sound vibrating in the back of my throat.

He pumped in and out of my mouth and I took all of him, surprised when I grew wetter each time he swore. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy giving head, but it’d never turned me on like this before, twisted me up until I thought I’d come just from the act of giving it.

That I’d managed to reduce someone as strong as Declan into a writhing mass of want and need—that I could control his pleasure with just my lips, hands, and tongue—filled me with heady intoxication. I clenched my lips around him more forcefully as he quickened his pace.

“Oh god … I’m going …” He untangled his hands from my hair and tried to push me away but I refused to budge.

I wanted everything; I wanted him all.

I shook my head a fraction, telling him with sounds and gesture that I was exactly where I wanted to be. When I palmed his balls again, harder than before, his back bowed off the bed. With a shout, his whole body convulsed and he came forcefully in my mouth as I happily swallowed him down.

With his stomach sawing in and out with labored breaths, his body bathed in a slight sheen of perspiration, I glanced up the length of him as his cock slid from my mouth. I kissed his crown, licked my lips, and smiled.

“You are so fucking hot,” he proclaimed with a happy, satisfied laugh, as he dragged me up his body and captured my mouth in a possessive, open-mouthed kiss.

His tongue tangled with mine while his hand disappeared into my panties to tangle in my curls.

“I can’t believe … you’re so fucking wet … just from sucking me off.” His voice was filled with awe as he dipped a finger between my hot, sensitive flesh.

When I bucked against him, he boasted, “You like that, don’t you, my dirty, dirty girl.”

I nodded and rocked against his hand, wanting more.

“Please Declan,” I begged on a sob.

He pulled back, his eyes alight with mischief.

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