Page 39 of Pretend it’s Forever

“What did you mean?” I asked, but then I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I leaned down and took her lips with mine. And although the girls’ door was closed, I was still quiet. I didn’t want to wake them, and I didn’t want them to have questions.

She searched for answers I did not have.

Our tongues brushed against one another as my hand went to her hip, sliding up her dress.

She moaned against me, and I took a step back, needing to breathe.

“Carson. I can’t promise anything.”

“I know.” Although I ignored the odd sting deep within me at that. I was used to being the one who set boundaries, rules. But perhaps with both of us doing the same, nobody would get hurt in the end.

“Just this once,” I reiterated.

“The first and the last time,” she said. “Even though I have no idea why I’m doing this.”

I slid my hand down her hip, then pushed her dress up slightly to bare her upper thigh. “We both know why you’re doing this.”

She nodded then, and I kissed her once more. When her head tilted back, I deepened the kiss and then moved my other hand to her hip and lifted her off her feet. She let out a sharp gasp into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her by her thighs as she sank into me and thankfully found her bedroom.

She had painted the walls a deep blue, and the room was covered in royal and vivid colors. Nothing light and airy, nothing grayish or lacking in soul.

This was the Sophia that she had found over time.

The Sophia that man had tried to take away.

And this was the Sophia I would have in her bed.

I set her on the edge of her bed and then went to my knees.

“Carson,” she gasped.

I leaned forward, my head between her legs, and pushed her thighs apart. And then before she could say a word, I moved her panties to the side and licked up her slit. I slid off her panties in a quick motion, needing better access to the glory that was all of Sophia.

She arched back, her pussy against my face as I licked and sucked and played with her clit. She moaned against me, and her sweetness settled onto my tongue.

And as she shook, nearly at orgasm, I continued to have my fill, knowing I would crave this taste until the end of my days. When she tugged on my hair, letting out a soft sigh, I looked up and licked her juices off my lips.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling the sudden tension in her.

“I don’t think I can come that way.”

Frowning, I looked down at her soaking pussy, and then back up at her.

“You were close. I can get you off. I promise you. Just because some man might’ve been selfish before, doesn’t mean all men hate eating pussy. I love eating your pussy, Sophia.”

The stark words made her blush, but her teeth worried her lip. “Well, I’m so far into my head these days, that it takes me forever to come. And well, I haven’t come with a man in a long time. Even with, well⁠—”

“Don’t say his name.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Different scenarios warred within my brain, and then I shifted forward and kissed her inner thigh, then bent lower to kiss the scar above her knee. Her legs were covered in them, some because of her old job, but most because of that man. The fact that she even wore a dress at all told me that she was trying to be strong for herself, and for her daughters. Every part of me admired her for it.

And the deep down part of me knew it only made me care for her more. But I ignored that part.

Any form of additional feelings had no place here.

I stood up then, and stripped off my shirt, and my belt. Her eyes widened as she took me in, and I smiled before kissing her deeply. I knew she could taste her tart sweetness on my tongue, and it only made my dick grow harder.