Page 58 of The Fates We Tame
I kiss the tip of her nose, then her lips as I apply a little pressure, easing the tip of my finger into her.
She’s wet, warm, and squeezes my finger.
When I withdraw, I circle the hard nub of her clit.
“Theo,” she gasps.
“You want me to stop?” I whisper huskily against her ear.
She shakes her head. “If you stop, I might have to kill you.”
I chuckle but continue. Alternating between her clit and her pussy, I add another finger, stretching her wide.
“Faster,” she encourages. I love that she’s so uninhibited in this moment with me. She feels safe enough to ask for what she needs.
I do as she asks, and I’m so into it, I might fucking come just watching her, but then she cries out.
And it’s not a cry of orgasm. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder, creating a heavenly glitch between pleasure and pain. “My balance. My leg.”
I stop what I’m doing immediately and offer her my arms to grip onto. She tries to shake out her left side, but it’s difficult. I lead her to the seat at the back of the shower and help her sit.
“You okay? What can I do?” I ask. The room is steamy and warm enough that we don’t get cold.
She shakes her head but looks down at the floor. “Sorry I ruined the mood.”
There’s hurt and embarrassment and sadness in her tone. So, I crouch in front of her. “Hey. Look at me, Sparrow.”
Sophia does as I say. “Sorry.”
“No. We don’t say sorry for needing to accommodate ourselves. I should have checked if you were okay. I know you were tired. You ever feel unsteady or unstable, just tell me you need to move before it becomes pain.”
She bites down on her lower lip. “I was enjoying it though. I didn’t want it to stop.”
“Those are words to warm my heart.” I slip my hands to her knees and slide them ever so gently apart. “Anything hurts, you just tell me, and we’ll adjust.”
She nods and lets me spread her legs. Her pussy is right there, almost at eye level, and it’s a thing of fucking beauty. The ledge is at the perfect height for me to lean forward and lazily lick her clit. I can’t help but think whoever designed this shower stall had that in mind.
Dirty fucker, and my new best friend.
Sophia’s hands slide into my wet hair and she tugs hard as I lap at her.
She likes it.
So do I.
I alter her position on the bench so her pussy is tilted up towards me, and I dip my tongue inside her. Her hips roll as she seeks to find what she wants.
Don’t know what my preferences in women were before, but I find I love the way Sophia joins in. The way she seeks what feels good.
And even though she doesn’t remember what an orgasm at the hands of another person feels like, she’s chasing it anyway.
I add a finger, then another. Thrusting them in and out of her. Then something else takes over. I scissor my fingers open and closed. I rub hard at the rippled surface deep inside Sophia, and she cries out as fluid rushes from her.
It’s so fucking hot.
But Sophia screeches to a halt. “Did I just pee?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart. That was squirting. I’ll explain the difference later, but I love that you felt everything we’re doing so intensely.”
