“I’ve never told anybody about any of this,” I confessed, hoping she understood that I trusted her as well.
“Thank you for sharing with me.” We grinned at each other. And she added, “And don’t worry. I don’t have complicated fantasies or desires. I just want you to look me in the eye and tell me I’m pretty. It’s an appallingly basic kink, but there it is.”
The knot of tension unfurled in my chest.
“You are beautiful, Sophie,” I said honestly.
“Good start,” she said, blushing and looking away. “I suspect we both want the same thing.”
I wanted so many things, so I hummed in question.
“We both want to make the other person feel good,” she said.
I swallowed with a nod. I needed to be enough for her. I was afraid her expectations of me were so high because of how people thought of me. If I let her down in any way, it might break me.
“Let’s do that then,” she said, and that liquid heat returned to her gaze.
I nodded, suddenly unable to form words as she kneeled and shuffled closer. She was taller than me, up on her knees like that, so her chest was at eye level. “Plus,” I said, “if one of us comes early, not naming names, then he will be fully invested in making the other come.”
She lifted one leg to swing it over my lap and straddled me, my attention-seeking cock still straight up between us. She gave it a look that I interpreted asI’ll be with you in a minute.
I inhaled her sweet smell as she leaned forward to lock her arms behind my neck, pressing her chest to mine. Before our mouths met, she said, “I really like you, Pace.”
“I really,really,like you too.” My voice was tight with the half confession.
It was the last reassurance I needed before our mouths connected. It was a cop-out of a response when, really, the feeling was far more than that. I thought about her all the time and couldn’t wait until our next flimsy excuse to meet again.
Her soft hair traced my arms as it fell around us. I ran my hands up her back and down again, briefly squeezing her backside. We kissed like we had when she lay beneath me.
Not only did she move her hands over my chest and body, as people often felt free to do, but she cupped my cheeks and pressed gentle kisses along closed eyelids. She ran soft lips up the line of my jaw, saying ouch when my growing-out beard was rough against them. I’d never been handled so tenderly. Never been with someone who was so curious about me and howwe might fit together. It caused an unexpected tightness in my throat.
I was losing myself to her. To all of this. I wanted to be like this all the time, together and learning and exploring. From the moment I found her note, some deep instinct in me sat up and took attention like it had been waiting for her. And now, having her on my lap, in my arms, told me that instinct was right.
She brought her mouth back to mine, taking charge, and I was here for it. Our kiss grew more intense and frenzied. Hands exploring, tongues colliding.
Not to be forgotten, my dick actively rubbed against her center, which was warm and damp through the thin material of our pants. So we both wanted this messy and real.
“Oh,” she groaned against my mouth and pushed harder yet, even as it became more difficult to maintain the kiss. It was rough and jostling now, teeth and lips. The heat was so much between us that sweat prickled my back. I gripped the back of her thighs, matching every rocking motion with hers. “It’s too much. It feels too good.”
“I know,” I said. And I did. I had wanted her for so long that this all felt too amazing.
“No, Pace. I’m?—”
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I broke the kiss and found her chest. It was outside the superfluous parameters that I’d set only minutes ago, but having those beautiful tits bouncing in my face, hearing her moaning, I couldn’t help myself. “Can I—?” She looked down, sweat starting to form around her temples.
“Yes, whatever. Yes. Carte blanche,” she said.
“Oh, good. Take this off.” I freed one hand to tug up her shirt, and she helped me finish.
I blinked, dazed. My desire made me throb so hard that my eyeballs felt like they were vibrating.
“You and these boobs,” she joked.
I was too busy lavishing her nipples with kisses through the thin, soft material of her bra, rubbing my nose along the exposed tops of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. Inhaling. Christ, how did they smell so good, so much like her, pure essence of Sophie.
I tweaked her nipples beneath the fabric, and she jerked in my lap. I hissed in pleasure. Oh, what a miracle that she liked being teased like this because,fuck. I tugged the cups of her bra down to bring her breasts to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over one nipple. Then the other. I rubbed them over my face. I played unabashedly with them, pushing her breasts up and together, imagining them running down my body, picturing my cock in between them.
