Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

Had such words left her lips? Yes, they had, and instead of feeling filthy and dirty, she felt…empowered. She dropped her gaze to the bulge in his trousers. Yes, this man had power over her. But she had the same power over him. She drew in a breath, embracing the power.

“What you do to me, sweet. Your words, they…make me so hard for you. How I yearn for you.”

Zach had no doubt yearned for many women in his day, but at that moment, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted him to continue playing with her nipples, and then she wanted him to suck them as he had yesterday, his firm pink mouth licking and nibbling on them.

God help her, she had become a slave to her own lust…and she was enjoying it.

Zach let one of her breasts drop and covered one of her hands, slowly sliding it downward to the bulge inside his trousers. “Touch me, Sophie. Please.”

It was hard as stone. She could never have imagined. Though she had seen the bulge, she hadn’t imagined it could really be solid like granite. Timidly, she squeezed just a little.

Zach jolted. “God, yes. Your touch excites me so much.”

She squeezed him again, harder this time. His cock jerked. She trembled, her body sparkling with energy. Yes, the power.

“Sweet, you must stop that, or this will be over before it has begun.”

Sophie wasn’t sure what Zach meant, but she drew her hand away quickly.

“Easy, love, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He bent his legs and helped her lie down on the Oriental rug. The fine fibers tickled her back. He spread her legs.

She squirmed. That secret part of her… “Are you sure…”

“Shh. Let me pleasure you.” He crawled downward, his tongue meandering over her belly, pushing into her navel, and then stopping to rest on her blond curls. He inhaled. “You smell of the glory of spring, my Sophie. Your pussy will taste sweeter than the finest fruit.”

When his tongue touched her…clitoris, Sophie melted into the rug, floating on something softer than a silken mattress. “Zach. We… We’re…”

His breath tickled her wet folds. “Let me suck the honey from you.” He stroked her pussy with one smooth swipe of his sleek tongue. “Red as a ruby, sweet, and succulent as a peach.”

He forced his tongue inside her slit, and her body quaked. His strong hands pushed her thighs farther apart.

“More of you, Sophie. I need more.”

Her body pulsated in fiery heat. He sucked on her folds, tugging them, his teeth scraping the delicate skin and threading jolts of delight through her. He kept sucking, taking her pussy lips between his teeth and tugging. Had anything ever felt so good? He licked her like a cat lapping cream, his tongue moving rapidly against her clitoris, against her folds, and then he sucked her entire wet pussy into his mouth. So good… Wicked longing permeated her. She tried spreading her legs farther, wanting to open to him completely. The slurping sounds he made as he sucked on her drifted to her ears, and she unraveled further. Her skin rippled.

“Mmm. So sweet,” he said against her folds, still sucking.

He was enjoying this—having his face between her legs, his tongue within the most secret part of her.

“Yes, Zach. That’s so good. More. More!”

In an instant, he flipped her over to her hands and knees. His face was back down between her legs in a flash, his tongue vibrating over her pussy once more. For an instant, his tongue slid over her most secret and forbidden opening.

He turned her back over so she lay on her back. His lips descended to her pussy once more as he caressed her abdomen and breasts. Had anything ever felt so wonderful? He squeezed her breasts as he continued to suck her, finding her nipples, twisting them.

When his full, firm lips closed around her clitoris, she leaped into nirvana and spasms rippled across her flesh, taking her higher into the air. When she floated downward, she opened her eyes and looked between her legs. Zach floated with her, his fingers massaging her slick channel. His brown gaze locked on to hers, and he smiled, his pearly teeth a stark contrast against his swollen pink lips glistening with her cream.

She melted softly into the ornate Oriental rug.

“Zach…”

He kissed her pussy once, twice, and slid up her body, his tongue leading the way, until he found her lips and devoured them. Sophie opened, sucking his tongue into her mouth and tasting her own spicy essence. Zach. Oh, God, Zach.

Of their own volition, her hands slid to caress his shoulders and arms. The sinewy muscle was taut under fingertips. How had she come to this? This sheer amazing experience?

When he finally broke the kiss, his lips and chin shone with her essence. “You are wonderful. Never have I tasted a pussy quite so sweet.”

Sophie didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered. That she had just let a man taste her down there still frightened her. But oh, how good it had felt. And it had led to another…climax.