Page 3 of Sophia's Pleasure

He swirls his tongue over and around the little knot before dipping inside my tight, hot passage. The instant my sweet cream hits his taste buds Cooper seems lost to our little game. It’s as if I’ve invaded his senses. As if I’ve slipped inside his soul. The same way he’s slipped inside of mine. We breathe the same air. Feel the same drowning desire to explore each other completely.

Cooper licks my slit and a rumble emanates from his chest. I’m entranced by his feral response. “I want you needing me, Soph,” he whispers against my hot, wet flesh, “Only me. Always me.”

“I only have time for one pet, Cooper,” I admit. “And that’s you.”

There is something primitive and savage in his expression as he says, “Good because I wouldn’t be at all happy if you decided to share, Mistress. I’m a greedy son-of-a-bitch.”

I try to reassure him, but it’s useless. Somehow he’s turned the tables. Now, the only thing I want to do is surrender. Cooper spreads my legs wider and tastes my pussy. He kisses the tip of my swollen and sensitive clit, clearly eager for my body to give him total control. I begin to move against his mouth. As he parts me with his fingers and sinks his tongue deep inside my opening I thrust against his face. He knows I’m close. He nibbles on my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

For a second he pulls away and growls, “I’ve never been a jealous man, but I know if any other man dares to touch you I’d happily break their hands.”

My body shudders at his words. He moves away from my pussy and instead uses both hands to grasp the shiny red material of my pants and yank. It gives way to his strength, exposing the curve of one hip and thigh.

“Cooper,” I whimper.

“Beauty,” he says. “Sheer beauty.” He puts his mouth on my inner thigh, licking and suckling until a small purplish circle starts to take shape.

“I’m going to want to mark you too,” I tell him, my voice husky with arousal.

“Imagining your pretty head between my thighs, nibbling and teasing is damned appealing.” He winks. “I’m putty in your hands, Mistress.”

Cooper begins sliding his tongue in and out of me, slowly, building my pleasure by small degrees. He uses his thumb to stroke over my clit. All too quickly I’m moaning. I bury my fingers in his hair, anchoring him to me as I ride out my glorious climax.

Several seconds later my hands fall away. Cooper stands, and as I watch, he wraps a fist around his cock and squeezes. “Yes,” I murmur, as my gaze takes in the delicious show. My lips part as I attempt to drag air into my lungs.

Cooper reaches down and cups my chin. Our gazes lock as Cooper groans, “I need you.”

I smile and stand. “I’ve needed you for too long.”

As skillfully as possible in that moment of quivery legs and fast breathing, I bend and pull off the high heels and peel away the remnants of my clothing. He feasts on me, as if imprinting my curves to memory for all time. My seductive movements seem to shred the last thread of Cooper’s control. He pumps his cock, and I’m captivated by the thick, bulbous head that’s so full and eager.

I close the distance between us. “I want your fat cock inside me.”

I could see that my breathless voice, so filled with eagerness, drives him to the very brink of madness.

“I’ve ached, Soph,” he admits in a low tone. “For you.”

“I’m sorry I took so long,” I reply, suddenly wishing I hadn’t wasted so much time wallowing in my grief for Michael.

“It doesn’t matter now.” He strokes my cheek with a single, calloused finger. “You’re here. You can put us both out of our misery.”

“Why didn’t you come to me?” I ask, even though I think I know the answer.

“At first I knew you needed time,” He murmurs. “Michael meant a lot to you and I understand that. And I was prepared to give you all the space you needed.”

His sensitive nature has my throat nearly closing with emotion. “And now?”

His large, capable hands grasp onto my hips and he perches me on the edge of the couch. He cups my breast. “I’m just glad you finally succumbed because I was all prepared to throw myself at your feet.”

I cradle his face in my palms. “Such a giving man,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I deserve you.”

“The past doesn’t matter. We’re here now. That’s all that matters.” He lowers his body on top of mine and begins slowly pushing into my narrow passage. “God, you feel so good. So damn hot and tight.”

I shudder. “Cooper,” I breathe out.

“Yeah, I know,” he groans, as he pushes a little farther in. My pussy squeezes him. His girth pushes me beyond reason. He stops a moment. “I’m not going to last. You feel fucking amazing, Soph.”

His words fill me with excitement. As I become accustomed to his size, I start to push my hips against his, driving him in a little more. I ache to force him deep until we’re merged as one.

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