Page 86 of Vivacity
‘Just roll with it? Are you serious right now? Fuck, this is not the time for you to discover your inner zen.’
‘You’remy inner zen.’ I run my nose along the arch of her foot before releasing it and turning to the other one. ‘But if you want me toshow you, then I will.’
I brace myself on one arm and slowly untie one side of her string bikini bottoms, then the other, folding the triangle fabric down as if I’m unwrapping the most precious package, which I essentially am. A glance up her body shows her watching me avidly. I keep my eyes on her as I slide a single finger inside her. Her lips part, and I groan.
When I do this slowly, when I really focus, I can feel every aspect of her as if it’s a singular miracle. The astonishing wetness. How snugly she fits around my finger. The glide of it against her slippery inner walls. These few inches where our flesh meets contain multitudes, entire worlds. My dick may be throbbing, weeping, but the rest of me is entranced.
‘How does it feel?’ I murmur as I slide out and back in, slowly. Keeping my finger exactly where it is, I carefully bend and plant my free hand near her shoulder, so I can watch her face more closely.
‘Incredible.’It’s a whisper.
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’
The room is quiet, the only noises the breeze through the greenery beyond the open French doors and the ceiling fan. It allows me to focus on our breathing and on the obscene, addictive sounds of her body sucking me in. I slide my thumb lightly over the glossy button of her clit, watching for her reaction.
Soph has a highly expressive face, but observing the ripples of desire that pass over it as I touch her in this leisurely way may just be the most mesmerising thing I’ve ever seen.
‘What do you need?’
She swallows, looking up at me through her thick eyelashes. ‘You, inside me. But like this.’
I’m already removing my fingers and kneeling up to push down my shorts. ‘Slow, you mean?’
‘Yeah. Slow and, like, intentional. Make me feel every thrust.’
Her face is a plea just as much as her words.
Holy fucking hell.
Make me feel every thrust.
That I can do.
As soon as I’ve wrestled off my shorts, I’m back to crouching above her, our faces inches apart. She arches on the bed, restless, as I notch my crown against her entrance and proceed to feed her my dick. Not for the first time since we renegotiated terms, I thank heaven for no condoms.
I press myself inside her in small, shuddering increments.
Beneath me, she trembles. She has one hand clutching my shoulder and the other flexing in my hair.
The feel of burying myself inside her is exquisite. Otherworldly. It’s astounding that two bodies can together produce such intense pleasure.
I bottom out inside her, and it’s a symphony of sensation.
I watch her face, and she watches mine.
I dip my head to kiss her, just fleetingly. Her lips, her tongue, feel like a rain-soaked flower.
And then I begin to move, slowly. I may be hyper-aware of what my body wants to do, but I’m not in its thrall. I’m not blindly, savagely seeking release. I allow my head to fall into the crook of Soph’s neck, to inhale the scent of her perfume and her post-nap skin. With the arm not supporting my weight, I gather her up as best I can. Our bodies slide against each other as I fuck her, her ragged breaths in my ear and the grip of her fingernails against my shoulder, my back, the best barometers for gauging another person’s pleasure that I’ve ever known.
The build is so fucking good. It has my skin prickling with sweat, my joints growing molten. The rhythm of this dance we’re doing is an ancient tattoo, a timeless inner knowledge.
Soph’s hand drags down my back until she’s grabbing my arse and holding me closer. Pressing me deeper inside her. I get it, I really do.Sublimedoes not begin to describe the sensation of bottoming out in her every time. With an anguished sigh, she lets her other arm fall out to the side, smacking the mattress.
‘Deargod. I never, ever want this to end.’
‘Not sure I can manage that,’ I grit into her hair before turning and kissing her jaw. ‘But I get what you mean.’
