Page 99 of The ABCs of You & Me

“The opera is fine, orgasms are better,” I pant as pressure builds inside me. “Just don’t stop doing tha—hey!” I pout as he pulls his hand away. But I don’t have time to say anything else before he’s standing, with me still wrapped around him and marching to his bedroom.

At the foot of his bed, sets me down then drops in front of me. “Say something now, Soph, because once I get started I won’t be able to stop.”

I clamp my mouth shut because there is no way in hell I’m stopping this man from doing whatever the hell he wants to me. I trust him in a way I’ve never trusted another person.

“Good,” he growls, rising on his knees to kiss me before gently pressing me back into the mattress. His hands push my dress over my hips then return to my thighs which I spread voluntarily. I hear a soft “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” and then the feel of his lips on my inner thigh. There’s a sharp pain as he nips at my flesh, followed by a wave of pleasure hitting me directly in my core, and then he does it again to the other side, getting the same result.

When I think he’s going to really get started, his head pops up. “What?” I ask, concerned that I’ve done something to ruin the experience. Did I make a noise? Tense up? Do I smell?

“I want to make it clear that if you do want me to stop, I actually will. I said that because… well, I don’t really know. But I know no means no, so if at any time you say no or stop or any other word like that, I will.” He looks far too nervous for a man kneeling between my legs should. I won’t stand for it.

Sitting up, I take his face between my hands and look him dead in the eye. “Foster, if you don’t use that beautiful mouth on me in the next minute, I’m going to walk out the door.” And then I do something I’ve never done before. I run my tongue across his bottom lip and whisper, “Now, be a good boy and get to work.” Then I guide his head back between my legs, lying back when his breath ghosts across my skin. I don’t know who this person is, but I kinda like her.

He wastes no time sliding his tongue through the evidence of my arousal.

“Fuck,” I pant when he adds two fingers, curling them inside and hitting a spot I’ve only heard about in passing. “Holy shit.” My hips jump and my legs tighten, locking his head in place.

My reaction only seems to feed his desire.

FORTY-THREE

FOSTER

This is the best day of my life.

Sophie writhes against my mouth as I devour her. The taste of her overwhelming every other sense. I’m trying to maintain my composure. I don’t want to rush this, but the sounds she’s making are driving every move I make. One more curl of my fingers has her tensing and mumbling incoherently as her heels dig into my back. The thought of having bruises from them makes me painfully hard.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans as her body relaxes ever so slightly but I don’t let up. I want to experience that again. No, Ineedto experience that again.

I’m so close, and just the thought of coming without even touching myself while she loses control on my tongue is all I need apparently because the minute she tenses again, I explode.

Tremors wrack my body as my ragged breaths bathe her thigh. I can barely make out the sound of our combined panting as blood pounds in my ears. I’m frozen in place, my forehead resting on her leg, as I try to catch my breath.

Her fingers sliding through my hair brings me back. Tilting my head, I look up at her as she sits up on her elbow. She’s flushed and her hair is a disaster, but she’s stunning. It’s a view I’ll likely never forget. One that surpasses every fantasy I’ve ever had of her.

No one can ever tell me dreams don’t come true because mine is splayed in front of me right now.

Sophie shifts, and her feet softly touch the floor. Still graceful even after two orgasms.

“You’re very good at that, Mr. Walsh,” she praises. “Mind if I have a go now?” she asks as if she needs permission.

“Um, well…” I can feel my face heat, but I force myself to maintain eye contact.

“Did you?” she asks as her eyes widen in astonishment.

“Mmm,” I hum. “You make very good noises, Miss Hore.” I rise up on my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs to where her dress is bunched around her waist. “You’re perfect,” I purr, pushing the dress higher so I can kiss up her abdomen after she flops back again.

I stop just before I reach her chest and pull the fabric back down. She sighs contentedly when I stand and drop a kiss on each cheek before finally meeting her lips. I really need to get out of these pants, but when I go to step away, she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me back in.

“Do you like the taste of you, sunshine?” I ask before sucking her tongue into my mouth.

“Yes,” she coos, hooking a leg around my hip and pulling me back down to her. “Want you,” she murmurs against my lips, shredding every bit of self-control I have left.

I push off the bed and haul her up with me. When she’s standing in front of me I slide my hands into her hair and pull her to me, this kiss wiping all the others from my memory, instantly. The minute she relaxes, I turn her so her back is to me and walk us toward the bathroom, my lips on her neck the entire time. At the door I stop and set one hand on her hip while sliding the other under the dress. I watch her clock the progression of my hand beneath the fabric, her eyes going wide when she sees the trajectory.

Her head drops back onto my shoulder when I touch her. “Look at you,” I whisper, nipping at her ear. “Look how responsive you are to me.” I slip my finger back into her and watch as she quakes, my cock already rebounding. “Do you want more, Sophie?”

“Yes,” she begs, pushing her ass back into me when I add a second finger.

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