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warmed the way, kissing gently over her hipbones, along her belly, so she had that freefalling sensation that made her clutch at his shoulders and hair to keep from plummeting.
Tate chuckled, pushing her back on the bed so that she could lift her hips to accommodate him. He paused, her pants half over her hips, and Sophie had to repress a cry of frustration.
‘You know, I’m very thankful I met you this morning.’
The sentiment and the look in her eyes startled her. She blinked, not moving. ‘You are?’
He nodded, and then pulled her pants down the rest of the way, his fingertips playing along her smooth mound, the tops of her thighs. The strokes left ghostly sensations along her thighs. ‘I’d just about given up on a connection and then poof …there you were.’
‘Poof?’ She laughed, but then Tate’s mouth was following the route of his fingertips and the laugh died on her lips.
‘Yes, poof. Like magic,’ he said.
‘I’m hardly magic,’ she said.
‘Oh, I don’t know about that, Sophie,’ he said.
That shut her up and he sealed the deal by pressing his lips to her pussy. His tongue parted her, nudged her. He licked her clit softly at first, and when her hips shot up to show her need he licked harder, his tongue wet, flattened perfection. A finger slid inside her, curled, teased her to the brink of orgasm. The feel of him touching her, this new person, this person who seemed to have fallen out of the sky into her life, was mesmerising.
Sophie forgot herself, her hang-ups and her worries, and it suddenly did not become very important to her that they had just met. They were connecting, and as odd as it sounded, it was an intense union. Fresh, maybe. New, yes. But a union nonetheless and she was going with it. She could worry later.
She touched his skin, anywhere she could reach it, and when he sighed – clearly relishing the contact – the warm breath rushing across her skin had her on edge. When his tongue returned to the perfect spot and he sucked, she came. She felt her body go loose and warm and wet. She curled her fingers into the bedding as he cleaned her with his tongue before moving up between her thighs. She reached for his button and he smiled that half smile and pushed her hand away.
‘Let me.’
‘Drawer,’ she said in answer.
He nodded once, found the drawer, and pulled out a condom. When he pulled his jeans and boxers down, she sat up quickly, grabbed his lean hips, and ran her lips along his shaft in an open-mouthed kiss.
‘Sophie,’ he said. His voice so intimate it sounded as if they’d known each other for ever and not just hours.
For ever …
She pushed that thought away and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. His skin was silk and salt. When he thrust just a little, then a little more, a thrill shot through her. She gripped his hips tighter, digging her fingers in, shoving her mouth down the length of him to get him as deep as she could. To fill her throat with him before he filled her pussy. The small rush of a gag made her eyes water and she sighed happily. She loved that brief out of control feeling. He must have sensed it because he didn’t try to pull back or stop her. He looped his fingers into her hair and tugged just hard enough.
The pulse of pain added to the thumping arousal between her legs. He thrust against her parted lips, taking her mouth, blue eyes trained on her as she sucked his cock. The thrill grew in her and she wanted so badly to have him between her thighs, yet was hesitant to move from where they were now, the scent of him filling her head, the hard length of him buried between her lips.
‘Now,’ he said, taking the decision from her. ‘I can’t wait any longer. If I have to watch you suck me once more I’m going to come.’ He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and stroked her brow. It made her skin tingle, that gentle touch. ‘And I don’t want to come that way, not the first time.’
When she held her hand
Tate chuckled, pushing her back on the bed so that she could lift her hips to accommodate him. He paused, her pants half over her hips, and Sophie had to repress a cry of frustration.
‘You know, I’m very thankful I met you this morning.’
The sentiment and the look in her eyes startled her. She blinked, not moving. ‘You are?’
He nodded, and then pulled her pants down the rest of the way, his fingertips playing along her smooth mound, the tops of her thighs. The strokes left ghostly sensations along her thighs. ‘I’d just about given up on a connection and then poof …there you were.’
‘Poof?’ She laughed, but then Tate’s mouth was following the route of his fingertips and the laugh died on her lips.
‘Yes, poof. Like magic,’ he said.
‘I’m hardly magic,’ she said.
‘Oh, I don’t know about that, Sophie,’ he said.
That shut her up and he sealed the deal by pressing his lips to her pussy. His tongue parted her, nudged her. He licked her clit softly at first, and when her hips shot up to show her need he licked harder, his tongue wet, flattened perfection. A finger slid inside her, curled, teased her to the brink of orgasm. The feel of him touching her, this new person, this person who seemed to have fallen out of the sky into her life, was mesmerising.
Sophie forgot herself, her hang-ups and her worries, and it suddenly did not become very important to her that they had just met. They were connecting, and as odd as it sounded, it was an intense union. Fresh, maybe. New, yes. But a union nonetheless and she was going with it. She could worry later.
She touched his skin, anywhere she could reach it, and when he sighed – clearly relishing the contact – the warm breath rushing across her skin had her on edge. When his tongue returned to the perfect spot and he sucked, she came. She felt her body go loose and warm and wet. She curled her fingers into the bedding as he cleaned her with his tongue before moving up between her thighs. She reached for his button and he smiled that half smile and pushed her hand away.
‘Let me.’
‘Drawer,’ she said in answer.
He nodded once, found the drawer, and pulled out a condom. When he pulled his jeans and boxers down, she sat up quickly, grabbed his lean hips, and ran her lips along his shaft in an open-mouthed kiss.
‘Sophie,’ he said. His voice so intimate it sounded as if they’d known each other for ever and not just hours.
For ever …
She pushed that thought away and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. His skin was silk and salt. When he thrust just a little, then a little more, a thrill shot through her. She gripped his hips tighter, digging her fingers in, shoving her mouth down the length of him to get him as deep as she could. To fill her throat with him before he filled her pussy. The small rush of a gag made her eyes water and she sighed happily. She loved that brief out of control feeling. He must have sensed it because he didn’t try to pull back or stop her. He looped his fingers into her hair and tugged just hard enough.
The pulse of pain added to the thumping arousal between her legs. He thrust against her parted lips, taking her mouth, blue eyes trained on her as she sucked his cock. The thrill grew in her and she wanted so badly to have him between her thighs, yet was hesitant to move from where they were now, the scent of him filling her head, the hard length of him buried between her lips.
‘Now,’ he said, taking the decision from her. ‘I can’t wait any longer. If I have to watch you suck me once more I’m going to come.’ He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and stroked her brow. It made her skin tingle, that gentle touch. ‘And I don’t want to come that way, not the first time.’
When she held her hand
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