“Oh, oh, God, Pace.” She sounded worried enough to pull me out of my reverie.
“What?” I stilled, holding her breasts.
“I really think ...” Her cheeks were so red.
“Good.” I reached between us. I ran my hand along her stomach as she watched me with equal parts fear and unencumbered want. Muscles under the soft skin of her stomach clenched as I went. When I got to the hem of my pajama bottoms that she wore, she shifted to let me put my hand in, despite the awkward angle.
She whimpered, shook as I lowered my hand to find her soaking.
“Oh, Sophie,” I groaned out, my cock weeping at what I discovered.
“I’m-I—” Her clit was rock hard, the skin all around it soaking and swollen. I hardly touched it, and she convulsed.
“Too much?” I asked.
Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. She nodded, but then shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I need.”
I whispered words of comfort, hardly aware of what I said. I pulled back on teasing the sensitive nub, instead rubbing the swollen folds around and above. My hand slipped easily all around her. I brought my free hand back to her breast and took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it at the same time I applied a little bit of pressure to?—
“Oh, God,” she screamed out, back arching, hips jerking roughly as I tried to hold on. Her nipple in my mouth still, I looked up at her, watched her in awe as she came beautifully on my fingers.
I slowly pulled away, still feeling the little aftershocks of her orgasm, and gently released her from my mouth.
After a deep breath in and a shiver that wracked her whole body, she opened her eyes. She didn’t wait, didn’t give me time to recover. Eyes narrowed, as though in challenge, chest flushed, and still heaving. The dampness and arousal of us both in the air.
She pulled the band of my sweatpants back. My cock was so ready that it was right there, escaping and half out of my drawers. She pulled it free the rest of the way.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” White-knuckled, teeth gritting, I scrambled to grip the couch. She had hardly touched it.
She looked at me, hands coming together to encircle me, the action causing her full breasts, nipples hard, to come together, her touch so determined yet tender and hot on my dripping cock that one ... two ... strokes.
So soon after watching her come, I was ... it was ... My balls tightened up, I clenched, and then her thumb ran across the tip as another hand squeezed at my base.
“Fuuuu.” I came. I lost vision and then saw stars.
I shuddered as I came harder than I ever had, hot pulse after hot pulse, making a mess everywhere. When my vision returned, she smiled coyly at me.
“Okay. Now that we both got that out of the way,” she said.
I grabbed the nearby box of tissues.
“We can really get started,” I said.
26
Sophie
I’d losttrack of the times that Pace had scooped me up and carried me. If being carried around came with his job, I wouldn’t complain. I loved the feeling of safety he provided me. Somehow, he was up and carrying me, despite us having been disheveled and on the low couch.
“Such big muscles you have,” I said as I held on tight. He grinned down at me with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“The better to carry you,” he said.
In his bedroom, he set me on the floor. His room smelled airy and clean, like a window had been opened. I took a quick glance around, registering a similar blankness as the other rooms. But my focus was on the large bed in the center, big and soft and waiting for us to teach each other on. His confession had touched me deeply. It was the first time he had shared a private detail about himself with me, and I wanted to show him how much it meant to me.
“We should get out of these dirty clothes,” he said.
I looked down to where my breasts were already on display, the underwire of my bra digging in as the cups were pushed down. Pace was equally a mess; his cock was still very much hard, where it jutted out of his sweatpants, his T-shirt defiled. It’d been a beautiful sight watching the ropes of cum shoot up between us. It made me feel powerful to have him lose control so quickly.
