"Oh, yes. More of that, please."
"You like how my mouth feels on your cunt?"
"Yes."
My hands hold her thighs in place as I lick her slowly, exploring every inch of her. She whimpers and grabs my hair, grinding on my face. I'm so turned on that my dick is leaking precum, and I have to thrust against the bed for just a little relief.
"More, Grant. I need more."
I drag my fingers down the inside of her thigh, resting them at her entrance, teasing her.
"Is this what you want, Sophia? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
"Yes!"
I circle around her entrance with one of my fingers as I flickmy tongue over her clit. She pulls my head closer to her, almost suffocating me. I thrust a finger inside her, and she instantly clenches around me, calling out my name.
"Grant, I'm going to come," she says, panting.
I slide another finger inside her and press my mouth against her, running my tongue up, down, and around her most sensitive parts.
Her knees tighten around my head, and her body convulses around me.
"That's right, baby. Let it go. Fuck my fingers and take what you need."
She explodes, and I hear her call out my name again as I keep stroking her, carrying her through her orgasm. When her knees release my head and she relaxes, I pull back and crawl on top of her, leaning in to kiss her again.
My dick presses against her, and she wriggles beneath me as she pulls me closer to her, breathless.
"See how hard you make me, Sophia? You make me want more."
"Take more, then."
Our eyes lock for a moment. Those words are filled with so much meaning.
I lean back in to gently kiss down her neck and her breasts again. and then I tell her, "Not tonight. Just you tonight."
My lips trail down the rest of her body, and I give one last kiss to her beautiful pussy. Then I find her panties on the floor and slide them back up her legs. When she sits up, I press my forehead against hers and take a moment. I want her so fucking bad, but this was already way over the line. It's nottoo late to stop what's happening. We didn't fuck; we could chalk this up to the weird energy of the evening.
Sophia brings her hands to my jaw and pulls back, forcing me to look her in the eyes. She doesn't say anything, just watches me for a minute like she can read my mind and knows the conflict raging inside of me.
"Thank you for tonight," she tells me as she runs her hands through my hair. "Don't overthink it. I wanted you as much as you wanted me."
I reach past her, grab the blanket that's hanging on the arm of the chair beside the bed, and wrap it around her.
"Walk me out?" I grab my shirt off the bed and slide my arms through the sleeves before buttoning just a few buttons to keep it closed.
She nods and follows me to the door. When I turn to say goodbye, she reaches up and covers my lips with hers—softly, sweetly, as if she's confirming everything is ok. We are ok.
"Goodnight, Grant."
"Goodnight, Sophia."
My shoes tap softly as I cross the back patio over to my house, and I realize I never even took them off. I slide through the back door and turn to look back at the guest house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sophia one last time, but the curtains are already closed, and my heart sinks.
twenty-three
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