her body
writhed beneath his ministrations.
“So responsive,”
Frank murmured against her flesh. “Can't wait to see what happens when I get to
the really sensitive part.”
He slid down her
body, his lips placing feather-light kisses across her stomach, then down to
her hips and over her thighs. He paused long enough to hook his fingers under
the elastic of her panties and slide them off, dropping them to the floor with
the rest of their clothes. He swore softly as he gazed down at her, his
expression hungry. He stretched out on the bed, his long legs hanging of the
edge.
Sofia fought the
urge to cover herself. She'd known she'd be naked, but she'd never expected
Frank to be so seriously studying her pussy. She'd kept her hair trimmed,
leaving only the thinnest layer of curls covering her and she felt more exposed
than she'd thought possible.
“You're so wet,”
Frank marveled.
Before Sofia could
think of how she was supposed to respond to that statement, Frank wrapped one
arm under her right thigh, pressed his left hand on her abdomen, and buried his
face in her cunt.
The instant Frank
ran his tongue from her entrance to her clit, Sofia understood why his hand was
on her stomach. He held her down as her hips tried to buck up to meet that
wonderful muscle doing such exquisite things to her. His lips wrapped around
her clit, pushing her over the edge she'd been walking and she wailed. But he didn't
stop there, instead gently caressing the swollen bundle of nerves with his
tongue until Sofia's cries turned into sobs and she was sure she couldn't
handle any more.
No one could feel
this much pleasure and survive, she was sure. She'd gotten herself off before,
and knew what her body was capable of, or at least, she'd thought she did. As
another wave of nearly painful pleasure rocked her body, she had to admit that
she didn't know as much as she'd thought. It was more than physical, she now
understood. It was the sight of Frank's head between her legs, the knowledge
that his mouth was on her most private of places, that when she kissed him
next, he would taste of her.
When she was certain
that her body would explode with too much sensation, he stopped and raised
himself up on his hands. His chin and lips glistened with her juices. “I need to know now if you want to keep going or if
you want to stop here.”
He would, she
realized, stop without finding his own release. A wave of love washed over her
and she nodded. “I want you to make love
to me.”
Frank nodded, a look
of relief mingling with his desire. He maneuvered himself into position, using
one hand to hold himself steady. He locked eyes with Sofia as the tip of his
cock nudged at her entrance. She nodded again and he slid forward.
She could feel
herself stretching to accommodate him, her body welcoming the sensation. When
he stopped only part way inside, she understood why and smiled up at him,
letting Frank know that she was all right. When he still didn't move, his
internal conflict written on his face, Sofia slid her hand down over his back
to his firm ass. She flexed her fingers, her nails biting into his flesh. She
felt the muscles jump beneath her touch and then he snapped his hips forward.
A sharp pain went
through her and she cried out. It took the edge off of her pleasure, but it was
quickly replaced by a new feeling of fullness, of completeness. Frank rested
there, his expression one of concern, his cock fully sheathed in Sofia's pussy.
He waited, giving her a moment to adjust and let the pain subside. After a
minute, Sofia began to rock her hips, needing Frank to start moving. He pulled
back, taking just a few seconds to rest before pushing forward once more.
He moved slowly,
taking great care to use each stroke to his advantage. The first time his cock
brushed across Sofia's g-spot, her entire body shuddered and white spots danced
across her vision as something more intense than she'd ever known raced across
her nerves. Time seemed to stand