I dropped her leg and moved away only far enough to lift her shirt. The pale color of her bra looked so innocent, so pure, but we both knew that she wasn’t the pure one.
“This needs to go.” I unclasped it from the front, and she shimmied it down her arms, letting it fall with the rest of our clothes. “Perfect,” I murmured as my hands took her breasts. A perfect fit for me. Perfect in every single way.
Her rosy nipples stood up, waiting for attention, and like a man starved, I dived and flicked my tongue against one of them, all the while twirling the other one between my fingers.
“Noah!”
“Do you want to come, Sophie?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Do you want to feel me between your legs?” I asked as I took her hand and pressed it against my crotch. Her eyes widened, shock lacing her delicate features. For a moment, I thought she would step back and tell me that this was a mistake.
But I was wrong.
Instead of running, instead of shying away from me, a determined look entered her eyes, and she pressed against me before starting to run her finger up and down my length.
A groan erupted from me, rumbling deep from my chest. Before I could come like a twelve-year-old boy, I turned her around and hitched her skirt around her hips. Her panties matched her bra in color, but just like the bra, they needed to go.
I pulled them down. As she stepped from them, I lifted them to my nose, her scent driving me crazy.
“You feel like mine, Soph. You also smell like mine.”
“Noah.” Her voice penetrated through me. “Please, touch me.”
I stuffed the panties into my back pocket and pushed her closer to the tree, lifting her arms in the process.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, Angel. If you move, you don’t get to come.”
“Noah,” she protested.
“That’s an order, Sophie. Keep your hands on the tree.”
“Okay.” She nodded, looking at me over her shoulder.
I dropped down on my knees and started pressing kisses on the backs of her thighs, caressing her legs, and her naked backside.
“God, you smell delicious.”
Her pussy glistened as I spread her legs wider, her juices slowly coating her inner thighs. “You’re so wet for me, Soph. Tell me this is all for me.”
“It has always been for you.”
“Fuck.” I buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her essence, inhaling everything that she was. I’d been waiting forever for this moment, and now that it was here, I momentarily didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but I also did. I wanted her to tell me everything she felt, even though I knew that she was never one for sharing emotions unless it was necessary.
But this was a necessity, wasn’t it? I needed to know that she thought about me and only me. I wanted her to feel everything I felt.
My tongue lashed out, curling around her clit. An ear-splitting scream erupted from her.
“Noah! Fuck!”
She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and my tongue tingled from the feel of her. As she started moving her hips in the rhythm of my tongue, I knew she needed more than this.
I lifted my hand and ran my fingers from her backside to her front, holding her hip with my other one. Slowly, carefully, I entered one finger in, earning a loud groan from her.
“More.”
