Page 42 of Final Temptation
My greedy fingers reached out in front of me, grabbing hold of him through the soft material covering his dick. His head fell back as he let out a groan, his reaction to my touch only turning me on more. Snapping his head back in my direction, his eyes were crazed, begging for this moment to go further, hopeful that he’d have permission to release the built-up steam from his day.
Each second that passed, his control slipped from his fingertips, snapping with each and every touch between us.
When my fingers brushed over the tip of his cock through his shorts, his breath hitched. With his hand wrapped around my neck, he pulled me flush against his body.
“You’re making me lose all control, Soph,” he groaned right before his lips collided with mine.
His tongue slid through my lips, causing a whimper to slip out. We were starving for one another. Here we were, making out in the middle of the living room,again. Would we have ever been able to live together without anything happening between us physically? Yeah-fucking-right. We were both desperate for each other, and it showed.
One hand loosened around my throat, moving back toward my nipple, making room for him to trail kisses down the column of my neck. My head fell back in response, creating room for him to continue peppering kisses along my body.
Down to my tits—where I craved his mouth in place of his fingers.
“Fuck, Myles. I love the way your mouth feels on me. So good.” I relished in the sensation of his tongue gliding over my nipple. With each nip and lick, I could feel how soaked my little shorts were.
“You like when I touch you here?” he asked as he squeezed his hand against my throat.
“Yes, harder,” I moaned.
He squeezed my neck just a bit tighter, pulling me closer to him and whispering in my ear, “Who knew you were so kinky?”
“You can touch meanywhereand I’d fall apart for you.” We stared into each other’s eyes, the feelings between us nudging the line. I needed to lose myself in him. But thiswasn’t about me tonight. I wanted nothing more than to please him. Get lost inhim.
My hands came up to his hips, startling him as I pushed his back toward the closest wall. The moment his back thumped against the hard surface, I fell to my knees, taking his shorts with me.
“You look so pretty on your knees, Princess,” he praised, moving his hands to the back of my head, gathering my hair in between his fingers.
I’d been itching to feel the weight of his cock in my hands—dreaming of taking him in my mouth and hearing the sounds he’d make being sucked by me.
He held the base of his hard, jutted-out cock right in front of my face. “I bet you're fucking soaked and I haven’t even touched your pussy,” he said, stroking his length from base to tip.
I moved the hem of my bedtime shorts to the side, exposing my center to the light breeze in the apartment. Swiping two fingers through my slit, I brought them up to show him just how drenched I was.
His tongue darted out, licking his lips at the sight of my arousal glistening on my fingers.
“I knew you were just as turned on as I am. Let me taste you, bring those fingers here.”
I stood up, my tits sliding up his body, as I offered my fingers to him.
He took my wrist, angling my fingers toward his mouth. When his tongue moved sinfully against my digits, my insides screamed as if they were on fire. “Oh my God,” I whispered.
“You have no idea how good you taste. But the way your tits just swiped against my cock, Sophie… You wouldn’t believe the thoughts running through my head right now.”
“Enlighten me,” I demanded, pressing my chest against his.
“I want to fuck your tits, Princess.”
My jaw popped open.
“Has anyone ever done that to you before?”
Every experience with Myles had been wild. He was a far cry from vanilla, and I was all in on learning a thing or two from him.
I’d always consideredmyself a tits guy, and Sophie had the most gorgeous pair I’d ever laid eyes on. They were perky, full, and begging for me to slide my cock between them. I had to admit, Sophie’s idea ofmoving slowwasn’t as torturous as I originally imagined it would be. Sure, I wanted every single part of her. I thought about it all the time, especially when she walked around the apartment without a bra, parading around in her tiny little outfits. But slowing it down—not entering the territory of going all the way—gave us opportunities to experience each other in a different way.
Sophie’s plump lips parted, her mouth hanging open in shock at the mention of what I wanted to do to her.
“I can’t say anyone has, no,” she answered shyly.
