Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

Only Sophie.

He spanked her again, and then again. “Such a beautiful bum you have. I

love how it becomes a luscious cherry when I spank it.” His palm came down on her once more.

The sting, the pain, the amazing pleasure. Sparks shot through her, radiating to every nerve in her body and then spiraling inward again to her pussy. Her nipples were so hard they were poking into her mattress. She needed more. So much more.

Her wrists were still bound, so she couldn’t grip the covers. Her body slid on the silk comforter as Zach continued to spank her.

“I have a wooden paddle at home,” he said. “But on you, my love, I prefer to use my hand. I like to gauge how much force I’m using. I like the feel of your smooth skin against my palm. When I strike you… God, it’s so arousing. You cry out, and then you drip from your pussy. So bewitching… So erotic… Sophie, I’m… I’m…”

You’re what? she wanted to ask, but she was biting into the comforter as he struck her again. The sting flowed through every fiber of her body and again melded into her core.

And then…the softest sensation against her bottom. Zach was kissing her, licking her, blowing on the places where he had struck her.

“So beautiful, Sophie. So lovely.”

She gasped when he licked a quite forbidden place, circling his tongue around her tight rim.

“This is paradise, Sophie”—his breath was scorching against her sensitive skin—“for both of us. Will you let me take you there?”

She shuddered. She hadn’t talked to Ally about this particular act. No, she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready, though the soft swipes of his tongue made her tremble, shooting flaming arrows to her center.

He continued to lick her puckered hole, at the same time inserting two fingers into her pussy. “So beautiful,” he said against her skin.

She whimpered when he moved away from her pussy and brought his face to hers on the bed. “May I? May I take your arse?”

She turned her head so she could speak. “I’m sorry. I’m just not ready for that yet.” Someday. Someday soon. Right now, she wanted his cock jammed inside her wet pussy.

“I understand. I was just thinking… Because you’re probably sore from yesterday… Maybe it would be better to try…”

“Zach, I’m not that sore. I need you inside me. I think I might die an untimely death if you don’t get inside me.”

“My love…” He rose and pulled her off the bed, unbinding her wrists. He crushed her against him, bending his legs, lifting her, and forcing his cock inside her heat.

Sophie cried out, the pleasure was so intense. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him as he lifted her on and off his cock. When they broke the kiss to breathe, Sophie looked down. Her breasts jiggled as he pounded into her. A few minutes later, he knelt down, still within her, and laid her on the floor. Positioning her legs upon his shoulders, he continued to fuck her, thrusting hard and fast. She slid her hands up his arms, caressing his taut muscles.

Sophie whimpered, the feeling so deep and intense. A great sense of loss enveloped her when Zach removed his cock and pulled her onto his knees, forcing her mouth upon him. But, oh, the taste of him, salty with the appley tang of her own juices. She slid all the way to his bollocks, licked his shaft, and kissed his sac. Zach slowly lowered himself to the floor, and Sophie still hovered above him, her mouth upon his cock.

“Come here, my love.” He gently maneuvered her so that she was sitting on his face, his lips tormenting her wet folds as she continued to suck on him. God, his mouth on her pussy… She exploded.

After her climax subsided, she rolled off of him. He pulled her onto the bed, laying her so her hips graced the edge. He stuffed her pussy full of his cock again, pounding, thrusting, plunging, deeper and deeper. He pinched one of her nipples, and she shattered again, coming around his cock. He continued fucking her hard.

Tension built within her, and she was ready to shatter again.

And still he fucked her. “I want to see how much you can take, Sophie. How much of my cock can you take tonight?” He looked into her eyes, piercing her with his glowing glaze.

She climaxed once, twice, thrice more, her body melting into the silk of the bed, her energy drained. “Zach, please. Enough. I…can’t…”

Finally, he pulled out and spewed onto her stomach and breasts.

He leaned down and kissed her lips—one soft, sweet, wet kiss. And with that kiss, Sophie said to him the words she couldn’t say aloud.

I love you, Zach.

* * *

Zach rolled off Sophie, completely sated. He had never had such an intense experience with a woman. To think, a day earlier he had taken her virginity, and still she had opened so completely for him this evening in her own bed. She, a lady of the peerage, had invited him to her bedchamber to make love to her. This had been the most erotic, intense, and loving experience of his life.