"Mouth," the word is garbled, and that's all the permission I need.
My body tenses, and I gasp out as the orgasm hits me like a punch, "Sophie, baby—"
She hums around my cock as she swallows, slowing down her ministrations and swirling her tongue around me. I'm so sensitive that it causes my hips and legs to spasm as she slows and slows until she stops completely.
I sit there, too relaxed and boneless to move, as Sophie smiles like she's proud of herself. She moves to sit next to me, cuddling into my side.
Once I finally catch my breath, I turn to her and cup her face, pulling her mouth to mine, but she stops before we connect. "Do you want me to go brush my teeth?"
"Uh... no?" I frown at the question, but she shrugs.
"Some guys don't—"
I close the distance and murmur against her lips, "I don't care."
And I don't. Not when it's her lips I have the opportunity to kiss. Our tongues meet, and she hums against my mouth as I pull her into my lap with ease. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I let my hands wander her beautiful body.
When I flip us over so she's reclining back against the couchcushions, she frowns when I pull my pants back on and reach for hers. "Callum, this was aboutyou," she shakes her head, reaching her hand out to stop my hands. "It'syourbirthday."
I shake my head immediately, "I don't want you to think this is about tit-for-tat. You did that because you wanted to, right?" When she nods, I gently tug at her pants. "I'm doing this because I want to. Now, let me make my sweet girl come."
Sophie smiles and lifts her hips so I can slide her bottoms and underwear off, and my mouth waters at the sight of her, pretty and glistening.Fuck.I move up to kiss her deeply, and she moans right into my mouth.
Gently, I trail my right hand down her body and brush along her pussy, groaning at the slick heat. "Christ... all this from sucking my cock?"
Biting her lip, she nods, spreading her legs even wider for me. "Mhm..." she moans before she gasps and arches her back when I brush my fingers against her clit.
Our mouths brush together once more as I circle her clit twice with my fingers before sitting back and kneeling on the floor, sucking her juices from my fingers.
"You're so damn sweet, Sophie," I whisper as she spreads her legs for me. I run my hands up and down her soft inner thighs and lean forward, my mouth salivating already. I lick her slowly at first, brushing my tongue between her lips and up to her clit.
"Callum," Sophie gasps and slides her fingers into my hair, tugging. I keep my pace, licking her slowly, gentle little laps that pull the sweetest moans from her mouth. She looks down at me, our eyes making contact as she watches my mouth on her. Her voice is a whine when she tells me, "Your mouth feels so good."
Christ, I can feel my cock hardening once more. The combination of those noises she's making and the taste of her has my fingers clenching on her thighs. I had read about this,over and over, and the practice makes sense in theory, but the practical was nerve-racking.
Thankfully, Sophie's so expressive and vocal that it was easy to follow the guidelines of her moans and gasps. Hearing her directions, her telling me exactly what she liked, was a huge turn-on. So I keep at it, remembering what she said, and falling into pleasuring her.
"I'm so close," Sophie cries out, rocking her hips against my mouth. I moan out against her, the vibration on her clit sends her right over the edge. "Oh, fuck! Callum!"
I've gotten to know multiple versions of Sophie, and all are beautiful to me. Sophie, when she first wakes up and her face is a little puffy and pouty until she gets her morning coffee. Sophie wearing a large hoodie, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks featuring various animals and food items. Sophie dressed up, wearing makeup that makes her skin glow, and red lips that I'm unable to resist kissing. Sophie with hair. Sophie with no hair. Sleepy Sophie. Happy Sophie.
This one? Sophie, looking like a damn goddess, while moaning my name as she comes on my face?
It's definitely one of my favorites.
I lick her through her orgasm and pull her into my lap after, holding her there as our breathing evens out.
After a couple of moments, she lifts her head to look me in the eye, her face flushed and a little sweaty, and so stunning. "So... how was your birthday, Mr. Rhodes?" she asks, her voice a little hoarse and husky.
Taking a deep breath, I pull her closer, gently cupping her face and kissing her.
"It was perfect, baby," I murmur truthfully, my voice a little thick as I think about this day. "Youmade it perfect."
"I'll top it next year," she says cheekily, throwing the words I had told her on her birthday right back at me.
"Next year... and the year after that... and the year after that..." I punctuate every one with a kiss, a promise, avow.
Sophie will be here next year on my birthday, and every birthday after that.
