Ecstasy’s Edge in the Loft

She stepped down, moved behind him, and pressed herself against his back, her hands sliding around to unbuckle his belt. Then, with the slow, lazy-paced unzipping of his pants, she tugged them down with his briefs, sort of barely grazing his skin along the way. She knelt, pulled the clothes free from his legs, then nudged him forward until he was face-down on his bed, his legs hanging off the side. She stripped off his shoes, socks, pants, and briefs, leaving him half-dressed, his shirt and jacket still on. He started to turn, but she climbed onto the bed, straddling his back, pressing a booted foot lightly against his shoulder to keep him in place. “Stay right there, darling,” she murmured.

She lowered herself, lying face-down along his back, her bare skin brushing his neck as she shifted into position. Her lips came to the curve of his lower back, kissing softly, the silk of her dress gliding over his skin like a whisper. The sensation was maddening, but nothing in comparison to what was coming next. Sophie parted his cheeks, her breath warm against his skin. Her lips brushed the sensitive area, teasing with soft kisses before her tongue began a long, deliberate exploration. She licked, precision in her pattern, circling and pressing deeper, her tongue strong yet tender, igniting nerves he didn’t know could feel this way. Her own arousal soaked his neck, the slick warmth grinding against him as she moved, the scent of her encompassing his senses. His body trembled, his erection throbbing against the bed’s edge, every touch pushing him closer to the edge.

Her tongue plunged deeper, curling up inside him, then withdrawing only to tease the outer edges, leaving him gasping, pleading silently for more. Her hands roamed lower, nails grazing his swollen length, tracing the veins, circling the tip there pre-cum glistened. She smeared it with her thumb, her touch pyrrhic yet torturous, drawing a low groan from him. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for release, but she was in control, making the most of every shudder. Sophie slid off the bed and onto his knees, her mouth before him, her eyes never leaving his as she took his pulsing length between them. Those lips were hot. The tongue wrapped around the head tasted him fully, sucking with a hungry rhythm and cupping him in a hand that massaged, while two fingers slipped back to where her tongue had been, slowly, deliberate thrusting deep inside him. The two that joined from opposite ends pushed waves of pleasure through him. His moans grew louder, his body beginning to tense as she drew him closer to the edge: her fingers curled inside him, striking at a spot that turned his vision a little hazy while his mouth sped up in work. When he finally came, it was explosive; a guttural cry from his throat tore loose as he exploded into her mouth. She took it all, her lips never faltering, swallowing with a satisfied hum.

Spent, Daniel fell limp onto the bed. Sophie lay beside him, her face flushed, lips yet glistening. She kissed him, deep as the taste of him intermingled. He felt as if he had come apart and been reborn into the heat of her touch- convinced he would never feel anything so divine again.

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