Page 67 of Vivacity
The prize I know he needs in this moment as he reassembles the vestiges of his control from the shattered shards I suspect his session with Philip produced.
CHAPTER 30
Ethan
Sophia’s entire body is shaking with the effort of staying still for me. The inner walls of her cunt are so plush, so slippery, against my fingers that I cannot fucking imagine how they’ll feel when I wedge my bare dick inside her.
I remove my fingers and crouch between her legs, running my tongue down her dampened strip of hair before hitting glorious, champagne-soaked pussy.Fuck.I get stuck right in, using my hands to push her legs further apart and burying my face in her satiny cunt.
Like a truffle pig, I rub my nose against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her and a grunt from me. I really am a pig, but my sole intention here is to feel more animal than human, to turn off my thinking brain and seek relief for the most primitive parts of my body—the parts that know a good fuck is the cleanest, quickest route to total oblivion.
She may have served me up champagne instead of scotch, but boy, if her magnificent body won’t make up for that.
And so I feast.
This is for me, not for her.
All of it.
Every lick and suck and sniff, the slide of my tongue against her slick, supple flesh, the delicate musk that invades my mind as I snort my fill of her: it’s all to sateme. To drown out everything else there is in the world. She knows it, too, but fuck me, if the little minx isn’t getting off on that. I know Soph, as I call her in my mind, and I know being used like this, being gorged on, is absolutely what gets her going. I know she’s torn between going for it and taking it. Between clawing at my hair, shoving my head further between her legs, and abandoning her agency in favour of being at the mercy of a man like me when he’s unleashed.
Right now, her body is my entire world, a magical kingdom the rulership of which she has grantedme. I can do whatever I like to her, and the knowledge courses through my veins with the headiness that only the acquisition of absolute power can deliver. I may not court power in the outside world, but here, on this bed, with this woman, I’ll take it, and I’ll wield it, and I’ll make fucking magic with it.
With difficulty, I unglue my face from Sophia’s cunt. She makes a little whimper of disapproval, the whimper of an entitled princess who’s used to getting everything she wants. I fucking love it.
‘You don’t get more until you’re on your hands and knees for me,’ I tell her. ‘Get that beautiful round arse of yours in the air, and then we’ll see about making you come.’
Looks like the princess approves now. She beams at me, her huge black eyes so captivating. They’re eyes I could get lost in if I was another man and this was another time. But I need intimacy like a hole in the head given the afternoon I’ve had.
I want this as filthy as possible.
Dirty, feral rutting.
If she’s letting me take her bare, I need to make this first time count. Honestly, it’s the greatest gift she could give me in this moment.
The greatest service.
The greatest distraction.
I move aside and watch with extreme gratification as Soph flips over and pulls herself up onto all fours with the graceful efficiency of an athlete.
A beautiful woman like her, spread out on crisp white bedsheets, black eyes and hair and scarlet mouth and smooth, golden skin… it’s a lot.
You’d think it was the ultimate pose of subservience.
But having her crouch before me on all fours, her peachy backside right there, her tits hanging heavy and swollen, her silken hair tumbling over her shoulders, cunt presented for me to do with as I please… nowthisis what I call submission. She’s a rich, sumptuous banquet.
And I intend to fucking feast.
I step back between her legs and run proprietary hands down her spine, palming her waist, her hips, her arse cheeks. I run a couple of leisurely fingers down her crack, pushing in hard when I get to that sweet, pulsing cunt. Then I’m crouching as much as I can, twisting my head to the side to get full access, and burying my mouth and nose right where they belong once again.
I’m in sensory overload.
Her smell; her taste; the sounds of her little moans as I eat her; the satiny handful of her arse as I squeeze it: I’m addicted to all of it.
I need inside her.
Now.
