Nicholas

 

 

I have no fucking idea why I'm not inside of her yet. As soon as she whispered that she wanted me to take her to bed, I could feel a drop of pre-cum already sitting on the crown of my dick. I'm still hard as a rod of steel, but this isn't going to be about me. I want tonight to be about Sophia.

Before I seal my mouth over hers, I look down at her. She's prone on her back underneath me. I've felt her legs fidgeting since I straddled her. She may be trying to convey the demeanor of a woman who has fucked countless other men, but her body says otherwise.

She moans softly into our kiss, her hands leaping to the back of my head. I lick deep into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to touch mine. I want her to enjoy this as much as she would if I was balls deep inside her beautiful body.

I pull back so I can see what my touch does to her. I have to capture that second when she explodes around my hand and that starts now.

I roll off of her and press my body against her side. Her chest is heaving; short, quick bursts of breath that reveal her need.

"Are you going to undress me?" She turns her head to look at me. "If you are, be careful because this fabric rips easily."

I chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind. For tonight, I think I'd rather see you come undone with your clothes on."

She frowns. "You're going to fuck me while I'm dressed?"

I slide my fingertip along her collarbone before I dip it down to the front of her dress. It's strapless and it's obvious that she didn't bother with a bra. Her nipples are pressing against the fabric, straining for attention. I circle the right one, through the fabric of her dress, my finger tracing a circular path around the hard nub. "Your tits are a perfect size."

"I've always thought so." She smiles at me. "I'm glad you like smaller breasts."

I've never had a preference until now. Her body is everything any man could want and that's not just because of her sensual curves.

Trey Hale might have been the one grinding against her ass in the club, but there were dozens of eyes on her. When she exited the elevator, several men turned to watch her walk by. She commands attention, even if she's completely oblivious to it.

Reaching down I sweep my hand over her smooth thigh. She doesn't resist. Her desire to get off takes over and her legs part slightly.

"You're wet, aren't you?" I press my lips to the skin of her neck. "You've been wet since you saw me at the club."

She nods silently.

"Did you want me then, Sophia? Did you want me to reach under your dress and touch you like this?" I inch my hand up until my fingers rest on the lace of her panties.

"I did." The words are so low I can barely make them out.

I pull her panties aside and glide my fingers over the smooth flesh. "Spread your legs."

She closes her eyes and shifts her legs, spreading them wide, slinging one over my thigh.

"Good." I bite back a moan of my own. She's so fucking wet that I could slide my cock right in without any resistance. I want that. I want to feel her heat wrapped around me. Hell, now I get where that asshole she talked about was coming from. Who in their right mind would want a barrier between her cunt and their cock?

I kiss her again. My tongue probes her mouth as I slide a finger, and then two, inside her slick wetness.

"You'll come for me like this."

"Yes," she whispers into my lips.

I flick her swollen clit with my thumb, strumming an uneven beat that she tries to mimic with the roll of her hips. She's chasing it now. She wants it as badly as I do.

I slow and she growls out a tight, "No."

"If you come like this, I won't fuck you tonight." I nip the lobe of her ear with my teeth. "It's your choice. Take it like this or take me."

She stills in place, but I don't stop. I continue my tender exploration of her body, picking up the pace of my thumb.

"I want to fuck," she mewls.

"You control it all," I say as I slide my fingers inside of her and increase the tempo. I fuck her pussy hard, my hand moving at a fevered pace.

"Oh God." Her voice is edgy and deep. "I'm close."

I can tell. Her wetness coats my fingers and I can feel it dripping down her, covering her ass. "Your pussy is on fire. It's so soft, so wet, Sophia."

She gasps but it's not from my words, it's the impending approach of an orgasm that is going to tear her apart.

"Tell me to stop if you want my cock," I growl in her ear.

She's too far gone. Her hand bolts down to mine, holding it in place as she rides my fingers to a scream-inducing orgasm that almost makes me blow my load.

 

***

 

I held Sophia as she came down from the high of her release. I should have stripped, ripped her panties from her body and fucked her until I came myself, but I didn't. I pulled her into my chest and listened to her breathing. It stalled two times before it finally calmed and then settled into the ragged breaths of sleep.

I unwound myself from her carefully, watching her face for any signs that I was disturbing her but she slept through it all. Once I was free of the bed, I shed my pants and boxers, slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and covered her with a soft blanket.

I'm in my kitchen now, a mug of hot coffee by my side as I outline the still unnamed book that will follow up the release of Action's Cause.

My hands hover above my keyboard when I hear the faintest sound coming from the hall. I look up.

Fuck.

Sophia is there, her hip leaning against the wall. She's not wearing the dress anymore. Now, she's wrapped in one of my sweaters, a gray one with oversized buttons down the front, although she's only fastened one in the middle, shielding her tits from my view. Her black lace panties are on full display though.

Her legs are toned and long considering her height. Her hips are wide. She's a vision and I have no idea what the fuck to say to her.

She clears her throat before she drags her hand over her forehead, chasing away a few strands of hair. "I fell asleep."

"You did." I pat the stool next to me. "Come and sit."

"Can I play?" She gestures toward the piano. "I have an urge to play."

I can't deny her even though I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind.  "You know how it works. You'll pay to play."

Her tongue darts out to coat her bottom lip. "I'm counting on that."

I don't ignore my swollen cock. Instead, I reach down and squeeze the tip through my sweatpants. "Play, Sophia."

She pads quickly across the room before she sits down on the bench. A small, "Oh," escapes her. It's an audible sign of the sensation of her ass hitting the cool leather of the bench. She places her hands on the keys as she turns to me. "Do you have a request?"

My knowledge of classical music is limited to what I've heard when I'm gone to the symphony. I don't listen to it. My phone is filled with music produced and recorded this year. I don’t want to disappoint her so I say the only thing I can think of. "Surprise me."

"I can do that." She slides another piece of hair behind her ear. "This is one of my favorites. Sing along if you know the words."

I laugh loudly. This playful side of her is what I crave. I want this, all of it; her semi-nude at my piano with a glow on her face that I gave to her.

I get up and cross the room until I'm sitting in the black leather arm chair next to the piano. I lean back and close my eyes as she begins to play.