“Come on my belly,” Sofia whispers pressing against me as her lips find and cling to mine. The kiss is beyond heated. The taste of her does things to my body that I can no longer control as my cock throbs, the heat in my balls erupts and my release shoots along my hard shaft, jerking in heady pulses as I come all over her silky smooth belly. I grunt and groan into her mouth, my hands shaking on her back as my release slows to steady pulses.
Sofia lifts her mouth from mine, her eyes full of arousal. “That was unbelievable.”
“That was…wow…a first for me.” I close my eyes and gaze up at the stars in the cold clear night while I feel Sofia putting me away and zipping me back up. “I’m sticky,” she whispers, “and wet.” Her last words penetrate my fuzzy brain just as she moves and sits back beside me.
“I can’t even think how to respond right now.”
She grins and cuddles up with me. “That’s all right, because I got the response I wanted out of you.”
“I want my mouth between your legs.”
She groans.
“If we were alone, I’d have you sitting on my face,” I continue. “Your breasts bared and swinging above me as I fucked you with my tongue.”
Sofia wiggles. “My panties are soaked.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have started this in public,” I suggest, trying to pull myself together. I cup Sofia’s pretty face in my hands and rest my forehead against hers. “I want you badly. I want to return the favor because you blew my mind. But you know something, I’m glad you asked to do it this way. It’s a new experience for me and I’m enjoying thinking up what we can do together that doesn’t involve me being inside of you.”
Sofia s
ighs. “I guess I blew it, huh? I can still feel how I made you come.”
She’s going to be the death of me. I close my eyes and settle her against my chest while the carriage pulls us through the park in Lexington. The woman has my fragile heart and I don’t ever want her to give it back. I don’t think I’d survive that.
13
Sofia
The week has flown by and I’m now flying around trying to put the final touches to Monica’s wedding cake. It’s my favorite design to date, with the silver and grey fine detail. It’s elegant and gives me butterflies in my belly. Talking about butterflies, I check that the small silver ones I made earlier today have dried on top of the chocolate brûlée I’m made for after the dinner. The dinner I’m supposed to be on my way to, where Shane is waiting for me.
I’m his date tonight and already my feet are killing me in the high heels I’m wearing. My shoes are my favorite pair, in a deep red wine color to match my lace dress. The dress stops just above my knee and is fitted to my curves, making the most of my breasts. I know it’s going to be a hit with Shane—if I ever get there.
“Sofia, we have to leave now,” Paul, one of the hired helpers for the wedding dinner urges me. Also the one designated to drive the van with the desserts.
“Okay, let me put the cake away, and then we’ll leave.” I breathe heavily. “I think I’ll come in early tomorrow.”
Paul shakes his head. “It’s finished, Sofia.” He gives me a sidelong glance. “Why are you getting worked up over this one?”
“I’m not really.”
He coughs.
“Maybe I am. I just don’t want anything to go wrong. It has to be perfect.”
“It is. You’re usually more confident than this.”
“I guess.” I wrap my arm around my stomach and breathe, letting the tension drain from my body.
“I’m fine. Let’s go.”
Twenty minutes later Paul pulled the van around to the back of the house, and the moment I stepped out, an arm snakes around my back. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Shane mumbles, nuzzling into my neck.
I turn in his arms. “I’m sorry I’m only just arriving. I wanted to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow.”
Shane kisses my cheek and brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “Everything will be perfect. Stop worrying.” His arm stays around my waist as he guides me into the house. “Let me get your coat.” He takes my coat from me and stares. “Wow.” Swallowing hard, he hangs my coat up and moves back into my body. His hands clench on my hips. “You are so beautiful.”
“Mmm, so are you.” My eyes rove over him in a navy suit and white shirt with a pale blue tie fastened at his neck. “I love watching how you move when you’re in a suit,” I whisper and slip my hands around his waist, letting them drift to his amazing bottom. “The material caresses in just the right places and it turns me on.” I pinch him and feel his reaction when his cock hardens and twitches against my belly.