Chapter 14
Lucas
“Lucas,” Sophia murmured, her voice husked with passion.
I was so hard, I almost came. Just from the thought of what it would feel like to be inside of her. She’d dragged me right to the edge a few minutes ago with her plump lips curled around my cock. Yet, I was determined only to let go when I was buried deep inside of her. Her pussy was pink, wet, and glistening, its musky scent drifting to me. I sank another finger inside of her, stretching and teasing her. She was all wet, slick softness pulsing around me. I drew my tongue along the seam there, letting it barely brush across her clit and savoring when her channel clamped down around me.
I meant to take her as close to the edge as she’d taken me, but I would let her topple over. I settled on my knees behind her. She brought me to my knees literally and figuratively. I fucked her roughly with my fingers, exploring every inch of her with my tongue. Her hips rolled back into me again and again and again. I loved the sounds she made—unrestrained gasps, little curses, breathy moans, saying my name like a prayer, soft cries of need.
I'd never been one to care much about whether a woman said my name. With Sophia, I cared so deeply I didn't know what to make of it. My sole focus just now was on bringing her to the highest peaks of pleasure possible. A lick, a stroke, a subtle bit of suction on her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her until I could feel her legs shaking, her muscles tightening. Everything went taut and then she let go with a rough cry, her channel milking my fingers. It was all I could do not to stand and bury myself inside of her from behind. But I needed to see her face this time. I spun her around and lifted her against me.
There was nothing planned or calculated when we were together. It was a wild, rough mess. As I walked her through the living room and down the hallway, her wet pussy rubbed against my hard cock. She nipped at my neck, her hands tangling roughly in my hair. I shouldered through the bedroom door and reluctantly eased her down, probably too roughly undressing her. She was just as rough with me. I heard the tear of fabric, and I didn't even know what had torn, nor did I care. Then, we were tumbling onto the bed, and I rolled atop her. Her hair was a wild tangle on the pillows, just as I’d imagined.
I held still for beat as I settled into the cradle of her hips. I curled my hands into hers and started to draw back. In a flash, I caught the tail end of my restraint and hung on.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I need to get a condom.”
I started to push back, and she curled her legs around my hips, shaking her head on the pillows.
“I'm on the pill. I'm clean, and I have absolutely no doubt you are too. You're a careful man,” she said with a hint of a grin.
I chuckled. “Of course I am.” Then, I sobered. “Are you sure?”
I knew I wanted to be buried bare inside of her, but it needed to be something she wanted.
She held my gaze and nodded. “Absolutely.”
I couldn't remember the last time I'd been bare inside of a woman. I was meticulously careful. A side detriment to being wealthy was the ever-present pressure of women looking to start a family solely so they could use that family for leverage against your money. Even with Kayla, I'd never gone without a condom. Thank fucking God, in hindsight. But this was Sophia, and I trusted her completely. I knew she would never try to manufacture a situation like that.
I curled my hands in hers again, savoring the feel of her skin against me, her taut nipples pressing against my chest. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, but right now, I simply needed to be inside of her. I held still for a beat and then arched my hips back slightly, letting my cock slide through her folds. They were slick from her juices, the friction subtle and just enough to lash the whip of need inside of me.
I adjusted my angle and reached between us, sinking inside in one swift surge. She gasped, and I groaned, tightening my hands in hers. We held still, and I looked down at her. Her gorgeous brown eyes met mine, and my heart tightened in my chest, giving a hard kick to my ribs. I didn't know what to make of that. I’d known desire, I’d known passion and burning lust, but I hadn’t known all of those combined with the intimacy I felt with her. Every feeling fed into the other, amplifying all of them.
After a moment, I began to move when her hips rolled restlessly against me. I tumbled into nothing but sensation, driving back and sinking into her core again and again. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. I set a steady pace, slowly sending her back to the pinnacle until we toppled over again. Somewhere along the way, my measured strokes were lost in a pounding rhythm. Our skin slapped together. It felt so good to have her channel pulsing and throbbing around me, massaging my cock. I felt her begin to tighten, her legs curling and her hips rocking restlessly. Her breathy moans were driving me wild. I released one of her hands to reach between us. Pressing my thumb over her clit, I watched as she let go. Her features went tight, her eyes closed, and she let out a wild cry, tightening around me. I fell over the edge with her, my release so intense I collapsed against her in its aftermath.
I shifted my weight to the side to keep from crushing her and tried to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my release were still thundering through me, and her core still pulsed around me. My brain flickered back online. Our skin was damp, and our breath heaved in the quiet room. I slowly eased myself up on my elbow. I wanted to stay buried inside of her, this caught up with her. Her hair was a tangled mess on the pillows. Her eyes opened as if she sensed my gaze on her, hers reflecting the same dazed, stunned feeling I felt inside. I brushed her hair away from her face.
The space between us felt weighted, the intimacy contained within it shimmering around us. My heart gave that strange, hard thump again. I swallowed against the force of emotion rolling through me.
“Will you stay?” I asked, my words slipping out unbidden.
She stared back at me, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Despite an orgasm that had nearly run wrung me dry, my cock twitched slightly at the unconscious motion.
“Stay the night you mean?” she asked.
At my nod, she was quiet for a moment. I felt the rise and fall of her breath when her breasts pressed against my chest. Moving on instinct, my hand slipped through her hair and down to cup one of her breasts, my thumb rolling back-and-forth over her nipple. It puckered under my touch, and I felt a roll of satisfaction. I loved knowing I affected her this way. It was a small sign that perhaps she was as helpless in the force of this attraction as I was. When we were together, it was as if we were caught in a storm, the force of it binding us tightly into the center.
“I suppose so,” she finally said, her voice husky.
I couldn't help but smile. It widened when I saw hers in return. I drew back and stood, holding my hand out for her. She curled her palm in mine, and I tugged her into the shower with me.