by Boone, Azure
The sounds she made were driving him mad as he flicked her nipple with his tongue through the thin fabric. He stroked over the surface of her perfect smooth folds then opened his mouth and covered her plump nipple. He moaned in hunger, barely penetrating her wet slit.
“Daniel!”
He almost came right there. He stilled, grunting back the pulsing wave, punishing himself. Daniel knew he was going about this all backwards. Rules should’ve been set, not made as he went and certainly not made while he was horny out of his mind. He vaguely realized he’d asked her to call him by name. That was such a no no. It tended to develop an intimacy he distasted. And yet all he could think about was hearing her call his name again. Louder. Faster.
Chapter Six
Sofia felt like she was going to collapse into a heap of skin. The man had melted her very bones and she could hardly keep herself up. His hunger turned hungrier and he yanked the sheer bra aside and latched onto her breast, sucking greedily as much of it as he could. She cried out in abandon when his finger slid into her heat in a hungry yet careful searching manner. “Daniel, Daniel.” She thrashed her head and he groaned long on her tit, then pulled his head back, keeping a hard suction until her peak smacked loudly from his sexy lips. Wet lips now. Wet lips on her neck now, his finger seeking deeper. He suddenly stroked rapidly inside her. “Oh God, yes,” she cried, gripping his shoulders.
He pulled her head back by her hair and scraped her neck with his teeth. “Found it.”
He licked and sucked the skin on her shoulder, his finger exploring her core tentatively, discovering her secrets with amazed sounds.
He suddenly stood before her and lifted her leg. He slid his own leg under hers, his foot on the shelf behind her so that she was held open for him.
“I-I need to see you,” she whispered.
The breathless words hinted at a beg and momentarily threw him. Took him only a second to recover from the odd request before he ripped off his t-shirt and caught her sent on his finger. He brought it to his nose and closed his eyes, sniffing slowly. She was clean…exotic…rich. He looked between her legs, the matching pink sheer panties peeking from beneath the slit in the twisted silk. “Hold your panties to the side for me.” He looked at her face, her lips. “I’m going to finger you.”
She whimpered. She wasn’t accustomed to being told such intimate things at all. And that made him harder than anything. He really liked that she was new to this. Her timidity required no restraints, she was going nowhere and doing nothing without his direction.
He watched as he found her slit and stroked those full wet folds. He dipped his finger in a bit and found her clit, swollen like her nipple. He raised his gaze to her breast and leaned to recklessly devour it with greedy moans, making sure he tended precisely to her pretty clit with delicate circles.
He flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue and she did it again. “Daniel!” This time her fingers sank into his hair and pulled with the sweet beg. Oh fuck he was so dizzy, losing focus, driven to have her orgasm. Then he’d taste her, lick it all up and do it again, but with his tongue. He rotated between stroking her G-spot and pounding his finger into her deep, hitting the part of her that a cock would normally stimulate.
The idea that he wouldn’t be able to sink his cock into her soft body was going to bring enough punishing agony for a lifetime. Lust crazed, he tugged at her nipple with his teeth, sliding his finger out of her heat to wet her clit. The way she grunted and moaned and mewled for his touch, hips pushing for more of his rapid smacking thrusts, was blowing his mind.
Sofia clutched at his shoulders, her cries ascending steadily toward that climax he craved. She was no longer panting, but giving those constant high pitched moans, his name on her lips with every other breath. “I’m coming, Daniel, I’m-.”
His pressed his mouth into her ear with soft murmurs. “Come. Come for me sweet, Sofia.” He worked her clit carefully with his thumb while stroking her G-spot. Seemed like her entire body moved around his finger, clutching it, milking it. His cock demanded that same attention like never before. She dug into his shoulders with her nails and he crushed her body close to his, not content to only watching her orgasm, with her he had to feel it shudder through her. He told himself this was all her pleasure, not his.
The sweetest cries of ecstasy, whimpers, and moans, unlike any he’d heard before, dwindled in his ear as she floated back down to reality. Still crushing her to his own heaving frame, she whispered Daniel, a final sigh of utter satisfaction. Damn, he’d never been so in love with the sound of his own name.
The wilted flower in his arms slowly bloomed to life. Before he could decide how he wanted her next, her lips pressed into his neck, gasps burning him. Then he realized it. She was placing soft kisses on him.
He froze at the huge no no, unsure of how to stop her. Next thing he knew, she was kissing along his chest, her angelic lashes laying on flushed cheeks, making it impossible to think. His heart thundered in his chest, caught in the erotic newness. Her fingers trembled as she worked his jeans open then over his hips, her hot breath, ragged and hungry on his skin as her soft kisses slowly descended.
Before he knew it, she pushed him against the book shelf, and panic welled up at how quickly the tables had turned. She’d taken control from him. But then she looked up into his eyes while kissing his abs. The look in her gaze, the desperate need and ache to fulfill him. It stole his breath and he couldn’t think about anything but letting her.
He braced against the book shelf as she worked his erection free and gazed up at him. “Is…this okay?”
He couldn’t answer, couldn’t make his mouth work except for breathing.
She stroked his thick head across her lips, watching his face for an answer. But all he could think of was how amazing her lips felt on him. How gently and carefully she handled him. His eyes rolled into his head and he thrust his hips, wanting…needing to be in the warmth of her body. Her lips parted and she eagerly took him in. Her inexperience heightened the rush, knowing she was stepping out of her boundaries just for him, it all gave him a strange and unfamiliar satisfaction. He watched in rapture as her lips slid over him. No woman had ever done that…not with his permission.
Soon he was lost to the heat in his groin, the sound of their moans. She seemed to echo every one of his, like his pleasure was hers. Before he realized, he was gasping on the intense climax rushing up, slowly clamping down on his muscles beginning at the seat of his spine, spreading like wildfire into his balls and cock. His orgasm locked on to every muscle in his body as it exploded, nothing but white hot in his mind, roaring ecstasy in his ears and Sofia’s name on his lips.
The aftermath was like waking from a dream. Daniel opened his eyes to find a liquid blue gaze staring longingly up at him, sliding his sensitive head along his seed that coated her chin and neck.
Reality struck like a coiled viper. Oh fuck, what had he done, what was he doing? A cold sensation rode his spine, scattering logic, inducing panic. He put his privates away and retrieved his t-shirt from the floor. What in God’s name had he done?
“You need to go. Now.”
****
Sofia blinked. Sounded like he said she needed to go. Then he was wiping his come off of her with his t-shirt.
“I’m so sorry Sofia. You need to leave.”
He seemed to want to crawl into a hole and die but needed her out of his site before he did. What the fuck?
“What-but-I…”
“Stop. Don’t talk please, just go.”
She was so dumbfounded she couldn’t think as she righted her clothes and tucked her body parts back in them, her hands trembling. Like some dirty plague he needed to cleanse his house of, he escorted her confused ass to the exit and saw her out.
****
Two hours later, Sofia burned a hole in her bedroom carpet, pacing. Her anger had finally kicked in. All she could do was call him names and curse him. And why? Well fuck if she knew! Too pissed to think.
Or too hurt? Thaaaat bastard. Weirdo gynecologist bastard.
Virgin? HA! Like she’d ever believe that. No, he knew too much to be a virgin. Her phone rang and she looked at the number. It was him! She could hardly believe the nerve.
“What,” she answered.
Silence, then a long soft sigh. “Sofi…”
Panic slammed her at hearing his broken tone. “Daniel? What’s wrong?”
“I’m…I’m so sorry. Sofia, I have…a serious problem you don’t want to be a part of.”
“Okay, deep breath. Calm, deep breaths. I’m here.”
“Oh God, Sofia…I’m…seriously fucked up, you don’t need to be around me.”
“Oh shit, Daniel. Do you need me to come over?”
“I don’t…know what I want.” The gasped confession sounded horrified, like not knowing such a thing was his doom.
“I’m coming.”
Sofia hung up before he could protest, threw on jeans and sneakers, got in her car and zoomed down there.
She rotated between knocks and doorbell rings, biting her lower lip, scared to death. He just sounded so damn…devastated.
When he didn’t come to the door, she tried the handle. Open. Fear raced along her nerves as she shut the door and hurried from room to room looking for him. She finally found him in what she assumed was his bedroom, sitting on the floor next to his bed in only black boxer briefs. The fucking spandex kind of course.
Dammit, she wished she were a saint.
She carefully made her way toward the bed, not wanting to startle him. “Heyyy, what’s up?” she sorta cooed as she approached him slowly.
“Hey,” he whispered, not looking up, head in his hands and elbows on his drawn up knees.
Sofia lowered next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Then rubbed softly. “I’m here.” Whatever good that did. She had no clue what to say, but it seemed like that was a safe place to start. Being alone when things were rough was one of the hardest things.
He slowly moved his hand and placed it over hers.
Encouraged, she got a little closer and put her other arm around him across his chest, holding on to his shoulder. “I got you.”
Like a slow falling tower, his body collapsed into her arms.
Sofia adjusted her embrace so that his head was against her chest. She stroked his silky locks and rocked him, pressing her face into the glorious thick hair. And damn if she could help herself from loving the hell out of it. All of it. His vulnerability, his smell, his need for her, the fact that he seemed comforted by her.
“Stay with me Sofia.”
“I will, I’m here.”
“I’m tired…lay with me.”
She helped him up and pulled the black velvet comforter back on his bed, revealing silk white sheets. He fell onto the mattress like a dead corpse and Sofia worried at her lower lip while staring at his amazing body. Especially the deep dimples above his BVD’s and the amazing ass packed into the black spandex. The things she wanted to do with him. To him. For him.
He suddenly curled into a semi ball on his side and her heart constricted. What was wrong with him? Whatever it was, she desperately wanted to fix it. She removed her shoes and laid next to him, her front against his broad back, hand back in his hair, soothing him.
“God you feel so good,” he murmured, reaching back and taking hold of her hand and pulling it up to his chest. He pressed it there and Sofia felt the thudding of his heart beneath the silky warm skin.
“Don’t worry, I won’t rape you in your sleep,” she whispered.
He moaned softly and reached for her leg, pulling it over his waist. Then he returned to pressing her hand into his chest. Lord, if he got any more irresistible, she might have a heart attack all over him.
Sleep eventually snuck in and took her, kicking and screaming, out of the erotic fantasies she was being plagued with. They must’ve slept for several hours before Sofia jolted awake. She was dreaming she was with Daniel. In his bed. Longing ache for it to be real left her as she realized…it wasn’t a dream. Without opening her eyes, she indulged in the warmth against her. The weight over her thighs was more than warm, it was near hot. She realized it was his massive leg. His heavy arm on her stomach also pressed along her side and ended at her shoulder. The gorgeous man had her possessively wrapped in his limbs. She’d never been so thrilled about anything.
Her heart raced when she felt a twitch on her thigh. His erection. Jeeeeezus, help her. Help him. Momma was ready to kiss it all better, boo boo’s or not.
She couldn’t do a thing until she emptied her bladder. She barely moved her leg and he stirred in his sleep, his fingers gripping on her shoulder and pulling her closer, and oh shit, add grinding his erection against her leg.
Biting her lower lip, she whispered his name. “Daniel.”
The way his cock jumped with his groan said he was having an erotic dream. And her calling his name only fueled it. Again, his fingers tightened on her shoulder and he pumped his hips. “Sofia.” His voice croaked with emotion and desire.
Oh hell! She was going to orgasm and pee all over him. “Daniel,” she said a little louder.
His entire body froze and so did hers.
She stroked his head. “I just need the bathroom.” Please keep cool and don’t flip out again.
He quickly released her and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to her. “God, I’m…”
“Stop, you’re fine. And I’m a damn saint.”
“Yes, you are.”
Sofia smiled, wanting to lighten his mood. “I could’ve raped you and I didn’t. Should get some kind of badge for that.” She felt his eyes on her as she found her way to his impeccable lavish bathroom. She whistled as she shut the door. “Damn, doc, that is one nice ass tub.”
“Thanks,” she heard him say.
She finished her business and washed her hands, checking her frumpled appearance in the amazingly gorgeous Snow White looking mirror. “ Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
She exited the bathroom, praying her silly rambling would shake whatever the hell gripped him still. Wasn’t nearly as bad, but it lingered like a foul odor. She paused at finding him stretched out on his bed, hands behind his head, eyes closed.
He was glorious. His feet were beautiful too. The kind of feet you could just make out with. The black hair on his tanned legs wasn’t wild and thick. And the fine line of dark hair on his abs that disappeared beneath his tight BVD’s made her mouth water.
“What’s the verdict?”
Her eyes snapped to his face. Shit, he’d been watching her lust. She sat at the edge of the bed, her back to him. “Well, if I were a man, you’d know the answer to that one.”
The silence that followed made her bite her lip.
“You’re breasts speak for you.”
Her jaw dropped followed by her head, looking to see if that was true. At seeing her nipples perfectly erect, she said indifferently, “Well isn’t that something.”
He sighed deeply, and her stomach clenched a little at the depressed sound.
“You like my breasts?”
The attempt to create small talk fell flat in the ensuing silence. She looked over her shoulder.
“Your breasts are fine,” he mumbled.
She pursed her lips at his cool tone. “Fine?”
“Yes.”
“Just…fine?”
“They’re breasts, Sofia.”
Okay, wow, he was pissing her off. “Yeah, they are. Did you happen to forget that when you were practically nursing from them last night?”
He gave another stupid deep sigh. “Sorry about that.”
Oh fuck, please let this not be happening, please let this man not be treating her like a fucking slut. “You’re sorry.”
“Yes.”
“Well.” She swallowed past the sudden lump in her stupid throat.
“It can’t happen again, Sofia.”
“Oh? Why not? Is it my boob size? Too
small for you?”
“Please.”
She turned and faced him at hearing his beg. The just accept my words with no question, no explanation beg. As-the-fuck-if. No, he fucking had some explaining to do. “Okay, fine. Confess. What’s your fucking hang-up? You have issues, who doesn’t?”
“Look Sofia. I like you too much to…to take this any further. Trust me. It’s a compliment.”
“A compliment?” Her face strained with a frown. “A compliment?” She gasped a laugh. “Well thank you Daniel. Thank you for such a wonderful compliment.” She got up and found her shoes and slipped them on. “Oh,” she added, fingers trembling as she yanked the laces, “thank you for finding my G-spot. Now I can teach the next freaky motherfucker who comes along exactly how to finger me.” Without looking back, she made a beeline for the bedroom door. “Don’t forget to call me if you ever need a quickie, and I’ll put my heart on the line for you, you piece of fucking shit!”
The final insult came on a strained sob and she jerked the door open desperate to escape the humility.
Fingers bit into her arm and without looking back, she yanked but he held fast. “Baby—”
Baby?!
She whirled around and punched him, fist connecting good and hard with his face. He grunted and grabbed his nose and Sofia was suddenly torn between running before the shit hit the fan and running to the bathroom for a towel to stop the blood pouring out of his nose. Or mouth? “Shit, shit, I’m sorry,” she squeaked, panicking. “I didn’t mean it.”
He stumbled to the bathroom looking dizzy. She followed closely, reaching hesitant hands toward him but not touching. The shock that she’d actually decked him sank in. “Daniel, I’m soooo sorry.” He leaned his shoulder against the wall of the bathroom, yanking the black towel off of the towel bar.
“That was a good fucking punch Sofia. Where’d you learn that?” he gasped.