Page 109 of Trying Sophie

Her eyes flashed with something … desire maybe? … but then she looked away.

“The other night, you liked what I did to you.” I wasn’t asking her for confirmation; I knew it was the truth.

I fought the urge to touch her, letting the sexual tension mount. I’d talk all night if it meant I’d learn what made Sophie tick, what little kinks she was into. And once I knew them, I’d make it my motherfucking mission to make all those fantasies come true.

“The other night,” she breathed, a smile stretching her lips. “That was pretty damn epic.”

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. It was the best I’d ever had.

Twisting in my seat to face her, I eyed Sophie for a couple of seconds, deciding to just go for it. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” she answered. “Anything.”

“This isn’t just a come on or anything, I really mean it,” I assured her.

“Okaaaaay,” she responded, and I realized that little caveat had made her nervous.

I put my hand on her thigh, leaned forward. “It was fucking amazing.” I slid my hand higher. “It’s never been that good for me, Soph.”

“No?” she asked breathlessly, scooting closer. Tossing her leg over my thighs and straddling me, she whispered against my lips, “Think we can do even better?”

Could we do better? I would die trying.

Sophie rocked over my cock and I moaned into her mouth. Reaching between us, I cupped her through her jeans and rubbed the heel of my palm over her. She whimpered and pushed against me harder.

“You like that?” I asked, nipping at her lip.

“Yes,” she answered, nipping back. “Touch me Declan.”

No need to ask me twice. I wanted to spend my life touching every single inch of this girl.

I popped the button of her trousers and slid my hand down to the promised land. Slipping my fingers between her petal soft lips, she was already wet, desperate for my cock.

“You’re dripping for me.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, sucking my neck into her hot mouth and biting down while she rode my fingers.

Shit, that felt terrific. “Do that again. Harder.”

With her teeth clamped around my skin, she cupped me through my jeans, sending jolts of desire from my cock to my spine.

When Sophie shifted as if to stand, I wrapped my unoccupied hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for an urgent, needy, open-mouthed kiss.

“Come back here,” I commanded as my thumb danced over her clit.

When I slid my finger into her, she whimpered. I added another and flicked them toward her g-spot and she mewled like a cat, my sweet, sweet Sophie getting her pussy finger-fucked. Plucking my fingers from her, I sucked them into my mouth and licked her juices clean.

So much for being a gentleman.

“I want to taste all of you,” I growled, easing us down onto the carpet in front of the fire.

I tugged her sweater over her head and pulled her jeans down, baring her naked body to me. Roughly spreading her thighs, I dove in and lapped at her bare, pink lips, flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, took it between my lips and sucked. She bucked and cried out, tangled her hands in my hair, and held my face to her soaking pussy. I thrust my fingers back inside, going straight for her g-spot as I worked her clit with my lips, teeth, and tongue. My mouth was drenched in her juices as she broke apart, my face drowning in her orgasm as she lost control.

Looking up from between her thighs, the firelight dancing over her flushed skin, her eyes were closed and a satisfied smirk tugged at her lips. One hand was fisted in her hair while the other rested over her heart, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered on a laugh. “You’re a god.”

And I wasn’t done.

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