Page 29 of Hitting the Goal Line
Seeing how I’m affecting her just by touching her, makes me wonder how she would react if and when I put my lips somewhere else besides her mouth. Will the goosebumps spread all over? Will she blush? And if she does, how deep will it go? Will it coat her whole body?
Fuck, I really need to control myself and my thoughts, because the way this is going, I'm bound to do something stupid and regretful, and right now I don't want to regret a single thing.
Sophia leans up on her elbows, her brown hair cascading down her back, and she reaches out to touch my shirt-covered chest. I swear, I feel her touch burning through the fabric, marking me with every single motion that she makes.
"I've wondered sometimes if you ever saw me how you saw other girls," she starts, her eyes on her fingers. "I've wondered if you ever thought me in the same way you thought about them. If I was as pretty, if I was as special. Sometimes I would tell myself that I wasn't, because of how you would introduce me to people, of how you looked at me versus how you looked at them. But then there were times when I was questioning if I was wrong in thinking that because you would put me before them or because I knew you in a way they never would."
She finally looks up at me and as soon as she does, I take her face between my hands again.
"You shouldn’t compare to a single girl that I’ve dated. You are prettier than they will ever be and a hell of a lot more special." I place my mouth against her once more and savor her taste.
I feel her hands move down my chest until they reach the hem of my shirt. Only then do I pull away from her and slide my shirt off as fast as I possibly can.
The second that my shirt is off, I shift so that I’m no longer straddling her. With my body parallel to hers, I start kissing her again. First her mouth, then I move down to her neck, then down to her breast. I pull down the lace and take one in my mouth, sucking and grabbing on to her as if she were my favorite dessert. I take her dusty rose-colored nipple in my mouth and let out a groan as it hardens against my tongue.
I do the same to the other side, but I don't spend a whole lot of time admiring how good her tits feel in my mouth and hands. I have other things that I want to do to this girl.
Moving, I kiss my way down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her skit. I plant kisses along the edge of the fabric, from hip to hip, all the while Sophia opens her legs a bit wider for me to settle between them.
Her skirt has bunched up just at the top of her mound and I'm rewarded with a sight of black panties that match her bra. Her pussy is right there and I can't fucking wait to taste her.
I palm her, my fingers caressing her through the lacy fabric, all the while one of her sweet moans fills my ears. Feeling the need to taste her, I look up and silently ask her for permission. Again, she gives me a nod, this time attached with a smile.
No time is wasted as I shift further down the bed and position myself right at her pussy. I can smell her heat and I know without even tasting her, that she is going to be the best thing that will ever be on my tongue.
I kiss her inner thigh, pushing her skirt up until she is fully uncovered and my swipe my tongue against my lips.
Slowly, I make my way to her core, shifting her panties to the side and swiping my tongue against her.
I was right, she is the best thing that has ever been on my tongue. One swipe and I want more.
So I go for it. I take what I want, and in the process, I have Sophia withering under me, her hands in my hair and my name on her lips.
I’m barely touching her and she is ready to come for me.
Wanting to give her what she needs, I pull out everything that I have. I take her clit my mouth and suck as hard as I can.
“Blake, oh my god,” Sophia pants, while she grinds her pussy against my face, trying to get the friction that she needs.
“You taste so damn good, Soph,” I say against her, my fingers teasing her entrance.
“I don’t think I can handle more of what you are doing,” she moans out when my fingers slide into her wet, hot pussy.
“You can and you will. Come for me, baby. Let me taste you. Fuck, do I want to taste you and have you in my mind forever.”
“I’ve never…” she starts but stops and I don’t have to look up at her to know that she’s blushing from what she was about to say.
“You never come on a guy’s tongue before?” I finish, not relenting the motion of my fingers.
I look up and find Sophia looking down at me, shaking her head.
“No,” she answers shyly.
“Good. I get to be your first,” I say, placing a kiss on her clit before giving her a smirk. “Now, coat my tongue and scream as you do it.”
I replace my fingers with my mouth and devour her as if she were my last meal.
Her hands make their way deeper into my hair and she pulls so damn hard that it’s almost painful but fuck does it feel good.
