“You’re mean,” I complained, stroking my shaft to show her how much I wanted her. “Come back to bed and at least let me eat you.”
“I’ve done my hair.”
“I won’t mess it up.”
“Sounds boring.”
“You can’t have it both ways?—”
She cut me off, brow arched. “Can’t I?”
I thought about Finn again, about the way he’d spread my fiancé out on our dining room table and made a fucking meal of her while I slept. A bead of precum pulsed out of my slit, and Sophie bit her bottom lip.
“Of course you can, but if you’re short on time…”
Sophie closed the space between us and snatched my phone off my chest to check the time. There must have been enough because she tossed it onto her empty pillow and then climbed on top of me, one knee on either side of my head. She tugged her panties to the side and hovered over my mouth, staring down at me knowing she held all the control over me in that moment.
In most moments.
In most things.
“Go on, then,” she said dismissively, like she was doing me a favor.
I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her down so her weight was on me, and I shoved my tongue into her wet center. She loosed a low moan, head falling back as I scooped the arousal out of her and onto my tongue.
I wouldn’t put it past her to cut me off before she finished, so I didn’t waste time, moving from sucking her lips to sucking her clit. Her little moans turned shaky, and it was mere seconds before she started to ride my face. Her arousal smeared across my cheeks and my chin, and she grabbed the headboard with a strangled cry of pleasure. Heat flooded my mouth, and I lapped up all of her cum with a rumbling grunt of interest.
She stayed on top of me to recover, and I would have died a happy man like that, with a hard cock and a throat full of cum. But far too soon, she climbed off of me and made a show of sliding her lace panties back into place. The material was barely wide enough between her legs to cover her swollen cunt, and I rolled onto my side and cupped her pussy in my hand. Sophietangled her fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, giving me a drunk kind of smile.
“What do you say, Daniel?”
A shiver rolled up my spine. “Thank you, Sophie.”
She hummed and bent down, brushed her lips across mine. “Thankyou.”
And she went back to the closet to get dressed. She pulled out a pair of slim cut black slacks that barely reached her ankles and a white blouse. She finished the outfit with a black and gold belt and a pair of black shoes that looked to me like slippers, but Sophie had assured me they were slides or loafers or something.
If she was dressed and on to makeup, that meant it was time for me to finally get out of bed, which I did with much less protest than normal. I didn’t want to steam the mirrors up with my own shower while she did her makeup, so I went into the kitchen and made us both a coffee. I brought both mugs into the bathroom and set hers down by her cell phone, then sat myself down on the closed toilet lid.
“You have the cake tasting on the calendar still?” she asked.
“I do.”
“What else is your day like?”
“Some boring sales calls before lunch.” We rolled our eyes at the same time. “And I think I’d like to talk to Finn today.”
Sophie didn’t even flinch. She flicked her wrist out to finish the wing on her eyeliner, gaze drifting to mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“Have you not?” she asked, twisting the cap closed and dropping the tube back into the drawer. “Since Saturday?”
Her response made me feel like I’d dropped a ball that she’d picked up and ran with. Ironic considering Finn and I at least had some history together, some conversations that needed to be had.
“I’ve not. Have you?”
She turned and rested her ass on the sink, bringing her coffee up for a drink. “I’m supposed to have lunch with him today.”
“A date?”