“You mean I actually get to see your place?” she throws out saucily. She’s coming out of her shell more and more. It helps that I’m showing her that I’m not just interested in getting her into my bed. I enjoy simply being around Sophia. Yeah, I’d love to finally be between her gorgeous fucking legs, but right now, her here, it’s better than I could have hoped for.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, smart ass. Come on,” I grab her hand as she walks next to me, right where she’s meant to be, at my side.
Chapter 13
Sophia
I didn’t think I’d actually get the chance to go to Vince’s place. I mean it’s been six days now and nothing more than deep passionate kisses have happened, some groping, and me definitely acting like a harlot and rubbing up against him as much as I can. When he opens the door and ushers me inside, I take everything in. It’s a beautiful place, gleaming tile floors, windows that give you a panoramic view of the ocean, but it’s kind of barren, as if he barely comes here and when he does it’s definitely not to decorate the space. Other than that, the open floor plan, the stainless-steel appliances, what little furniture he has, it’s spectacular. Part of me is hopeful that maybe one day I can be the woman to make it feel more like a home and less like a house with four walls and a roof.
“I know, I know. I’ve had this place for how long now and it still looks like it did when it was built,” he echoes my thoughts.
“It is really nice though. The views. The floor plan. It’s amazing, Vince,” I tell him with my eyes still glued to the view.
“It is, but with you standing there, that view, fuck, that view is better than anything I’ve ever seen before,” he mumbles.
I turn around to face him, but he’s already in the kitchen taking food out for our lunch, and I’m thankful as ever. I’m absolutely starving.
“What can I do to help?” I ask him. One thing I do love to do is cook. Even back in New York just for myself, I’d cook dinners and then freeze the extras so I wouldn’t always eat out.
“Want to make the salad, while I get the shrimp and steak kabobs on the grill?” he asks me.
“Yeah, everything in the fridge?”
“Yep, help yourself to whatever. I’ll be right back,” he tells me with a graze of a kiss on my lips.
I get started on the salad, grabbing spinach, tomato, avocado, blue cheese crumbles, and the blue cheese salad dressing. I can tell Vince has been watching what I eat when we’re out and about together. I’m obsessed with blue cheese and will eat it on any and everything, including French fries. I’m searching high and low for a cutting board when I feel Vince behind me, his hands on my hips. “Babe,” he grunts out as I can’t help but rock against him. I can feel every inch of him including his impressive length and girth.
“Vince, please,” I moan out, praying that he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t this time. Thank goodness. He reaches around to my shorts, unbuttoning them and whisks them down my legs, his hands on the side of my bikini pulling the strings that tie the back to the front. I’m naked below the waist, still bent over when he pulls my back to his chest.
I feel his hands run over my folds and I hear him sigh in relief at the feel of my wetness. I moan louder, rocking into his fingers, trying to get him where I need him most, inside me.
“Not gonna take you yet Soph, but I’m sure as fuck gonna make you come,” he says before I find myself turned around and my ass planted on the granite counter tops.
“Lean back, Babe, let me see what’s mine” he demands, and I gradually spread my legs for him. I stay up on my elbows, wanting to see everything he has planned to do to me.
He’s hunched over, just staring at me in my most intimate place. It’s enough to make me squirm. When he finally darts his tongue out, my head rocks back on my shoulders. He slowly opens me before he dives in. He’s licking and sucking, and at one point I can sense him breathing me in. He adds a finger to the mix, just barely and once he feels my tightness, he slowly retreats, and pays more attention to my clit. His finger is still inside me and when I rock my hips towards him it makes his finger go that much further inside.
“Shit,” he mumbles and before I know it, he’s using his fingers and his tongue and I’m falling over the ledge and having the most intense experience in my life.