He eased down between her thighs. His fingers opened the lips of her sex. “What are you doing?” she asked, tensing.
“I’m giving you the same kind of pleasure you gave me.” His tongue attacked her clit, flicking the nub.
No matter how hard she tried, Sophia couldn’t contain her screams. The pleasure of his tongue was too much.
She felt his fingers opening her sex wide as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her cream was leaking out of her cunt and dribbling down to coat her anus.
Sophia stilled as his tongue left her clit, going down and plunging inside her. Looking up, she saw his hands had moved to grab her hips. He fucked his tongue inside her. It was the weirdest feeling in the world, but the pleasure was amazing.
After several strokes of his tongue, he went back to her clit as his fingers took over.
She tensed up as one finger penetrated her pussy and the other stroked against her ass.
“Relax, baby. I won’t do anything you don’t like,” he said.
Slowly, she relaxed every muscle she could think of in her body. She didn’t have much choice but to wait for him to do what he wanted to do with her. Part of her was excited by his ministrations while another part was scared. What if she didn’t like it and couldn’t satisfy him? What if she liked it too much and disgusted him?
A quick grinding years ago from a guy hadn’t set her on course for a good comparison. He’d not even given her an orgasm that she could recall.
Edward added a second finger, opening her wider.
“I’m a big man as you know. I don’t want you to be hurt when I fuck you.” He muttered the words against her clit. She understood what he was saying. It was probably the first time in her life she’d been considered too small for anything.
Any other time she’d have laughed at what he said. Edward chose that moment to push the tip of one finger against her ass. She clawed at the blanket underneath her needing something to hold onto through all the pleasure he was causing her.
He tongued her clit as he fucked her pussy and explored her ass. She’d never known anything like it. Sure, she’d read saucy books when she was alone, but nothing ever described this kind of pleasure or possession. Edward was taking her on a rollercoaster ride of sensation, and she didn’t know if she’d ever survive it. He was working her body as if he alone knew how to bring the ultimate response from her.
“Come for me, baby.”
Without her even realizing it, she’d been thrusting up to meet him, stroke for stroke.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Yes, you can, Sophia. I’m here to catch you, baby. Let it go.” He sucked her clit hard, and Sophia saw stars as something exploded inside her. Her stomach tightened, and her body tensed as pleasure shattered her apart. She moaned, giving herself over to whatever he was doing to her body. Sophia didn’t want him to stop.
Edward kept licking her throughout her orgasm. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, he kissed her clit and eased up toward her. He took possession of her lips. Sophia tasted herself on his tongue. She kissed him anyway, not repulsed by her own taste.
“We’re even,” he said.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve made it my mission to guarantee that when I find release, you’ll find release.” He took her lips once again. “And, Sophia, I intend to always be one orgasm in front of you.”
Laughing, she tried to wrap her arms around him but was stuck. “I can’t move.”
Edward left her side, grabbing the keys from the table. He released her, and together they snuggled down on the mattress.
His arms held her tight, and Sophia never wanted him to let go.
“How are you feeling?” she asked. The last couple of weeks crashed around her, reminding her of why she was in the building with him.
“I’m fine. I feel like an asshole to be honest. The guys are always going to be nervous around me. I’ve got to show them and prove to them I’m strong.” His hands ran up and down her back.
“You’re never going to leave the club, are you?” She looked up at him. Her head was resting on his chest. One of his arms was around her back as the other was behind his head. He looked down at her.
“Do you want me to leave the club?”
She thought about what Lash had said. The club was everything to Edward. Losing it would lose part of himself. Not to mention all the enemies he’d made doing jobs for the club.
Did she really want him to leave the club? It had made him the man he was, the man she’d fallen in love with. She didn’t want him to change.
“I don’t want you to leave the club. I like you just the way you are. Obviously, without the coke head. I didn’t like you then.” His hand gripped her arm tightly.