Dinner For Two - Part 2

Dinner For Two - Part 2

Read about the author Elly Jones

I am candle wax. I am melted chocolate. I am a puddle, a pool, the entire fucking ocean. There is something about being with Sophia, being naked with her, that makes my limbs feel like they’re made of liquid. Endless pools of pleasure with electric currents running through them.

Sophia led me to her bedroom, pushed me against the wall and kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips. I could taste myself on her, my skin still alight from the feeling of her tongue exploring my body with such passion.

I began pawing at her clothes. I wanted to see every part of her, strip her bare and just worship her. I hastily unbuttoned her shirt while she ran her hands through my hair. My lips made their way to her neck, the taste of her skin and the smell of her perfume drove me wild. My teeth began grazing against her skin and Sophia moaned into my ear.

I made my way down her body, cupping her breasts and lifting them closer to my mouth, delighting in the way her pert nipples felt against my tongue. I swirled my tongue and gently sucked, and Sophia’s hands grew more tangled in my hair, pulling on it with pleasure.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at Sophia, my lips parted and eager. I unbuttoned Sophia’s trousers and slowly pulled them down over her round buttocks, biting my lip in nerves and anticipation. Her thong came next and I moved my hands around to the back of her tanned thighs, feeling the firmness of her muscles but the soft, exquisite skin on her inner thighs. Sophia spread her legs slightly and I kissed the inside of her thighs very gently.

Sophie leaned over me, hooked one finger under my chin and lifted my head up to look at her. She was a Goddess. Her skin was glowing and her hair tumbled down over her breasts, I couldn’t believe we were here, that I was here, and that we were actually together like this.

I looked up at her in complete awe, holding my breath and with my nails digging into her thighs. She gave me the slightest nod and I knew what to do. I let out a moan before hungrily lapping at her pussy. Relishing the taste of her on my tongue, I felt Sophia squirm above me, digging her fingers into my scalp and pulling on my hair.

Before tonight, I had never slept with a woman before and I was worried I wouldn’t know what to do. I was worried I’d be clumsy or hesitant. I was wrong. The moment my tongue touched her skin something inside me clicked and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Sophia pulled me up from my knees and led me to her bed. She threw herself down on top of the sheets and instinctively spread her legs. I practically crawled on top of her, feeling our hot skin melt into each other, and kissing her full on the mouth. Our tongues massaged against each other and our hands roamed freely across one another’s bodies.

I was in complete and utter bliss, her hands were between my legs, coaxing out an orgasm. I moved so that we could lay side by side, both of our hands playing with each other and our mouths open against each other. She moaned against my lips and I shook against hers when I came.

Sophia grabbed hold of my face and kissed me, she leant her forehead against mine while I used one hand to massage her clitoris and the other to slowly move inside her. She came and I felt her spasm at my will, for both her pleasure and mine. I felt so powerful and so sexy.

We both laid there, utterly spent on each other’s energy, and completely exhausted. I went to move and she pulled me back into her. She wriggled us both under the covers, giggling and whispering in my ear, asking me to stay. Just stay.

“I’ve got to get back. I said I would” I whispered into the dark as Sophia shifted her weight so that she was spooning me from behind.

“You can go back. You can go home later but just stay here with me a little while” she pleaded.

I couldn’t argue. I didn’t want to move and at that moment, I never wanted to leave. She was too warm, too delicious, and I was too happy. I agreed to stay for a little bit. Just a little. An hour at most.

The night was catching up with my body and I felt heavy in the most pleasant way. My limbs were made of concrete but the way Sophia’s body coiled around my own felt incredible.

Sophia was telling me about something or someone, I couldn’t tell you. I just loved the sound of her voice, the feeling of her breath in against my ear. I’d leave in an hour. One more hour of bliss and then I’d head home.