“Fuck, Sophia, your mouth. It’s going to be the death of me,” he groans out.
I remove my hand that was wrapped around him and bring my hands to hold the sides of his thighs, trying to take as much of him as I can while sucking at the same time. I can taste the saltiness of him. He only lets me suck him for a few minutes before he detaches me from his cock.
“What, why?” I question from my knees.
“Not coming in your mouth when I want your pussy, Sophia,” he grumbles out and then I’m lifted, my legs immediately wrap around his waist, and it’s then that he feels the surprise I have in store for him.
“You’ve been bare all night? I should spank your ass for that, make it a nice cherry red, and then take you from behind so you can feel the sting as I make you come,” I’m still wrapped around him, only now there’s a wall at my back.
“Maybe I’d like your hands on me, Vince,” I say saucily. He rips his shirt over his head, his pants still half on his body and my dress is splayed open, and he’s right at my entrance. I try to grind up into him, but he’s not allowing me to move. I’m pinned in place by my hips, and he’s taking an agonizingly long time.
“I need more,” I plead to him and he ever so slowly enters me. When he’s finally all the way inside me, he thrusts hard, enough to where I know I’ll feel this tomorrow.
“Can feel your pussy grip me tight. You’re coming for me, aren’t you,” he demands.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream out as I finally tip over the edge. My head falls back on the wall, my eyes are firmly shut, and I can feel him let go inside of me.
He moves his head into the crook of my neck, my arms are around his shoulders, and I could stay like this. Right here, forever.
Chapter 24
Vince
I don’t let Sophia sleep all night. Every time I would doze off, I’d wake up and find her wet, ready, and she had no problem welcoming me inside her again and again. It’s going to be a hellacious week without her here, but I know we can get through it.
It’s now the morning and she’s leaving in a matter of hours. I woke up before her and laid in bed with her and just watched her sleep, like a creeper, but I can’t help it. She’s the one, I’m never letting Sophia go, and sure this is fast, but I know with the very depths of my soul, she was always meant to be mine.
I got up, did my morning routine, threw on some clothes, and cooked breakfast, all while she slept. Sophia packed all of her things yesterday, so we could enjoy the morning before I take her to the airport. I’m just finishing up our omelets when she comes walking into the kitchen. Her hair is a jumbled mess on top of her head, the sleep is still in her eyes, and she’s wearing my discarded shirt from last night. Here in the morning light, you can see through the material, and what I see has me stopping in my tracks. Her nipples can be seen with the duskiness surrounding them. My eyes travel lower and just like that, I’m rocking a full-fledged hard on, as I see she didn’t bother putting panties on again.
She comes up to me and I abandon our plates and grasp her in my arms. My forehead is on hers and I look deep into her eyes. She has tears glimmering in them and I know they’re about to travel unchecked on her cheeks. I can’t have that; I don’t want this morning to be sad.
“Babe, what you do to me, can’t even put into words what you already mean to me,” I tell her as my lips travel to hers and I kiss her. It’s a sweet kiss, one that has depth and meaning. One that I hope like fuck she understands, that this right here, it’s a one in a million kind of fate.
“I don’t want to leave,” Sophia says truthfully, and I don’t want her to either, but we both have to get our shit together.
“I don’t want that either. These next few days will go fast, and then you’ll be back in my arms. I promise you that, Babe.”
We break apart and eat our breakfast silently while looking out at the ocean. I’m quiet, but only because I’m formulating a plan. A plan that I know will come to fruition, as soon as Sophia is on the plane. I’ve got to get on the horn and figure shit out.
We finish our food and then it’s time for Sophia to get ready and us to grab her bags and head to the airport. She’s moving slowly and I know she’s feeling down.