Pressing her against the shower wall, I let my mouth and hands explore her even more. After tonight, I want to be sure that I remember every single inch of her. Every dip, every curve, and every other spot she has.
When we’re drying off later, Soph points at my left bicep, where one of my other favorite tattoos is located. “Why do you have ahold on, pain endstattooed right there? Is it from a song or something? I don’t recognize it.”
I knew she was going to ask something. But I don’t mind explaining why I have it. “No. It’s something Ollie once told me when we were teenagers. He said that‘hope stands forholdon,painends, so we better keep going.’”
Her wondering expression morphs into a warm smile. “I really like that.”
“Me too. Some would call it a cliché, but to me, it's a good reminder to hold on when things get tough.”
“Just like right now?”
“Yeah, just like right now.”
Tossing my towel in the corner of the room, I get ready to go to bed. Soph notices it and motions to the messed-up sheets. “What should we do with those?”
“Let’s strip the bed and use the extra towels to cover the mattress.”
After we have done that, we lay down and the bed dips under our weight. Soph turns to me, lowering her head next to my pierced nipple. Staring at my eyes while doing so, she licks it, playing with the barbell. I left out a growl, enjoying the feeling.
Moving after a moment, her warm lips pepper kisses on my stomach, next to my navel. Her mouth goes lower, and I feel it near my cock. She gives my pierced tip a slow lick and then takes more of my cock in her mouth. I feel her tongue playing with my piercings, making me see stars. Whenever I go back to our first time together in my mind, I thought I dreamed about how good her mouth felt. But as she keeps pleasuring me, I know it wasn’t a dream.
As I’m getting closer to the finish line, Soph’s mouth is gone, and her head pops up to meet my eyes. “I need you to tell me what you want—what makes you tick. I want to make your fantasies a reality.”
I lift myself, leaning on my elbows while pondering her words until something specific comes to my mind. “What if you fingered me while giving me head?”
“If that's what you want, then who am I to say no?”
“Fuck yes.” My cock twitches, showing her how much it loves the idea.
“Do you have lube by any chance?”
“I should have a travel-sized bottle in my bag,” I tell her as she gets up.
Soph looks at me curiously, arching her eyebrow. “You have lube but no condoms?”
“Yeah, jacking feels way better with lube because of my piercings you love so much.”
She chuckles and walks to the dresser and looks for the lube bottle in my bag. I grip my dick, stroking myself, watching her firm, naked backside. I have admired her the entire time I have known her, but seeing her like this is beyond my fantasies.
Soph turns and sees me ogling. It makes her grin like a Cheshire Cat. “Do you see something you like?”
“Very much so. Get back here.”
Showing me the bottle she found, she motions for me to lie down again and sits on the edge of the bed. Soph squirts some lube into her hand.
“Have you done this before?” she asks as she strokes along the area, teasing me, but not touching where I want her right now.
“Once, but that was years ago.”
Soph stops moving her fingers. “You mean you haven’t done it for a while? Not even yourself?”
“I actually have a dildo for that.”
“You have a dildo for butt play?”
“Yeah, a medium-sized hot pink dildo, but I’ve never used it with a woman.”
Her eyes darken as she stares at me, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. “That’s fucking hot, Jax.”
