Something based around, dare I say it, love.
When he laid me on the bed, he quickly mounted me right after, pressing a wet kiss on my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, and even though our clothes were still fully on, I could feel his cock bulging in his jeans, pressing against my wetness, as if begging for that couple of inches of cloth to just disappear. Fortunately for him, I was begging for the same damn thing.
“Goddamn, Leigh,” Sonny said as he drove his hips harder against me. “Being around you…”
“What?” I said, a grin splattered across my face. “A bit tongue tied?”
“Well, my tongue won’t be tied up when it’s on you,” he said.
I swore, if ever there was a man who could get me to approach orgasm with words alone, it was this guy.
“But you’re just something different,” he said. “Even after everything that’s happened this past week, I should be utterly focused on anything but you. And yet, here you are. You are the fucking sexiest thing that’s ever crossed paths with me. It’s un-fucking-believable, and I fucking love it.”
I smiled.
“And I could say the same for you, Sonny,” I said. “Even after everything, some would say being around you is a risk. But I think being around anyone is a risk. You’re a risk worth taking.”
“And you know I’m happy to take you right now.”
“You don’t say,” I said as we both started laughing.
I reached up and pulled Sonny’s shirt off.
“By the way,” he said as he pushed my shirt up and started kissing my belly. “Call me Solomon. It’s my real name.”
“Solomon,” I said, trying it out.
I had to admit, it was a little bit more…traditional? I wasn’t sure of the exact word, but it wasn’t quite what I would have guessed for Sonny. Perhaps Sam or Steve or something a bit shorter.
“I figure if you’re going to be with me, you ought to know the real me in every detail possible, including my name,” he said. “And so…yeah. Call me Solomon.”
“Solomon, then,” I said, smiling. “Luckily, my name is Leigh, so you don’t have to change anything with me.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk. “I like you just the way you fucking are, Leigh. Don’t change a thing about yourself.”
I loved it. I loved…
Well, before the thought could completely fill me up, Sonny—or Solomon, rather; this would take some pleasant getting used to—kept kissing me as he lifted my shirt and bra off, moving his lips from my stomach to my breasts. Suffice to say, it was overwhelmingly pleasant a feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Sonny.”
He laughed. He actually laughed. For everything going on, he could still find enjoyment with me.
“I’ll let it go for now,” he said. “I’m not exactly going to complain with your breasts right here.”
“Good, Solomon,” I said with a laugh.
But the laughter went quiet as he reached down for my pants and started pulling them down. Replacing giddy laughter was heightened sexual anticipation, the arousal that preceded him so much as breathing on my pussy, let alone doing anything else. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back—I wanted it to be a surprise when it hit.
His tongue got there first, delivering a first, slow, steady stroke from the bottom to the top. I shivered when his tongue slicked off and then shook again when he pressed back on me. I arched my hips into him, so horny and so fucking charged that I wanted to grab his face and stuff him down there.
Oh, fuck, this already felt amazing, and he wasn’t even trying to make me come! How fucking good this was going to feel once he actually picked up the pace and aimed to get me to come.
He then lifted up, as if to taunt me, and smiled.
“You know, there’s a part of me that just wants to tear off my pants and get inside you right now,” he said. “I can barely contain myself as is.”
I mean, I think I’d be good with either choice.
