Sophie's Journey: A steamy adult romance (Eternal Flame Book 1)

by A. J. Milton

  As soon as I had started my first year, my love of learning came flooding back. And this time there was no pubescent bullying or any negative social pressures. I found that I could apply myself to my studies without the need to hide my capabilities. I did get quite a shock when I participated in an anonymous IQ test study which was part of some research project. It seems I am well into Mensa territory so that was one thing I did hide. I like studying because I enjoy it, and because I want to use my knowledge to find interesting and fulfilling work. I don’t want to be any sort of intellectual snob.

  And now here I was, enjoying my studies and in love with my wonderful man, who I am so very compatible with. It would be perfect if fate hadn’t thrown a curve ball with that nearly thirty-year age gap. But I know I belong with him and I’m not going anywhere else.

  With that defiant thought… I fell asleep.

  Chapter 7

  Birthday boy

  ~ Alex ~

  The following weekend I met Sophie for a drink on Friday evening. But she had to go back to her parents for the rest of the weekend because her sister was also visiting. That was fine with me because I knew I had been lucky to see so much of her in the past few weeks. I knew that she would see me as much as she could. We were only about an hour apart by car, so we weren’t too far away and anyway we were still texting and calling each other frequently.

  And in two weeks’ time, we were going away to Devon for a couple of days. My birthday was coming up and I had already booked a hotel near Dartmoor before Sophie and I had gotten together. With all the intense moments of the past few weeks, it had almost slipped my mind. But once I remembered, Sophie accepted my invitation with enthusiasm. I love the rugged, wild landscape of Dartmoor and I go there for a few days most years to walk and cycle and enjoy the outdoors.

  In the meantime, I was actually quite busy with work. I had some final recommendations and reports to complete for one of my clients. And I also had to spend a few days in Frankfurt, Germany for my robotics company. So, the days passed quickly and our weekend away was upon us. Sophie arrived a little after lunchtime on Thursday. We spent a few minutes hugging and physically bonding and then had a light snack meal. I loaded up the car and secured our bikes to the rack on the rear, and then we departed so that we could get most of the trip done before the evening traffic.

  On the journey, we talked and listened to music. After an hour or so, Sophie yawned and gradually dozed off. She looked so sweet and peaceful. I want to be with this girl and protect her for as long as she will have me. I drove as smoothly and carefully as possible while she was sleeping. Once we got off the main roads and onto the twisty country lanes, the change of motion woke her up. She gave me a sleepy smile, and I told her we would be there in about twenty minutes.

  We drove up the long driveway and could see that the hotel was a beautiful old Georgian building. Perhaps it had formerly been a manor house, or maybe it had been a big country house for a rich city dweller. Ivy crept up the walls and the stonework was darkened and weathered with age but in good condition. The place had a comfortable and solid feeling. There were only eight guest bedrooms so it was quiet and intimate.

  The rooms were lovely and spacious with high ceilings and many original period features. The whole place had been tastefully modernised. There was a tranquil view from the windows across the garden and then rolling farmland with hills in the distance. A lovely setting for a quiet (and hopefully passionate!) birthday weekend. Sophie unpacked while I went to lock our bicycles in the storage shed. The early evening was fresh with smells of blossom in the air. We spent a while checking out the garden and the public rooms of the small hotel. There was a sizable lounge area with big old leather armchairs and couches, antique coffee tables and two fireplaces. One massive old fireplace would be impressive in winter, but the smaller one was lit and providing a warm glow to the room. Next door was the main dining room, already set for the evening meal. And then there was the cosy bar area with about a dozen tables. The final public room was a wood panelled games room with a full-size billiards table, a dart board and some card tables. The whole room evoked a bygone age but seemed fitting in this location.

  We decided to eat out at one of the local pubs and drove into the nearby village. A random choice of one of the two pubs settled the issue. Inside, the pub was reasonably busy for a weekday evening. It wasn’t peak holiday season but there were a few who appeared to be tourists like us, or visitors, and a handful of locals. We ordered drinks and chose the daily special meal, which sounded simple but wholesome. Once seated we settled down for a pleasant meal, quiet conversation and people watching. It wouldn’t be described as a gastro-pub, but the food was excellent, the portions were impressive, and exactly what we wanted.

  Back at the hotel, we stopped in the bar for another drink. There were two other couples in there already, so we nodded and said good evening but we didn’t converse with them any further. By mutual unspoken agreement, both Sophie and I communicated to each other, that ten days without seeing each other meant going to bed was now high on the priority list. We took our unfinished drinks upstairs to our room smiling at each other in silent understanding.

  Once freshened up, we lay in bed kissing and pressing close to each other. Sophie rolled on top of me and gave me the coquettish, teasing treatment. She kissed my neck, licked my chest and rubbed those very small but firm and perky breasts all over my upper body, tickling me with her hair as she did so. I ran my hands through her incredibly fine, thick hair revelling in its silky feel. She rubbed her mound against my thigh, and my cock stiffened even more, pressing hard against her stomach. She licked one of my nipples making me jump and gasp. She giggled and kissed me softly, with her tongue delicately tracing the inside of my mouth.

  She lightly bit my lower lip and then whispered, “Hello my lovely man, thank you for bringing me here.” My own heart was singing with the delight of being close to her.

  “You’re most welcome,” I replied.

  She sat upright and then lifted that gorgeous firm little butt. She sank down slowly but insistently onto my now released and straining manhood, looking me deep in the eyes all the time. As always, the feel of entering her marvellously velvety, hot, and wet passage made me groan with pure ecstasy. She leant forward and kissed me again. It was just a butterfly kiss with the faintest touch and just the tip of her tongue, and I could feel her mouth and her breath millimetres from mine. All the time those dazzling greenie-golden eyes were looking deep into mine. Her hips moved softly and slowly and mine answered her, playing to the same languid rhythm. My hands caressed the awesome curves of her waist and hips and the swell of her buttocks, so soft, so warm, so pliant.

  “I love you”, she said.

  “My heart belongs to you too,” I whispered into her mouth, and her eyes crinkled with that stunning smile. We moved slowly and languidly in that loving togetherness for several more minutes. I felt her breath and her hip movement becoming a little more erratic and I knew that she would tip over the edge with just a little more stimulation.

  I wanted her orgasm to be soft and sensuous, so I moved one hand down the crack of her butt and at the same time lightly cupped one of her aroused breasts with my other hand. And then simultaneously I squeezed and pressed very, very gently.

  And that was just enough to set her off. I could feel the muscles in her pussy rippling and her breath was hot and sharp into my mouth as she panted. Her eyes almost went cloudy and out of focus and then she closed them and moaned.

  “Oh, yes, yes” and she ground her body hard against mine with my firm cock buried to the hilt. Her orgasm nearly set me off too, but this time I managed to hold back, as I didn’t want this to end yet. She collapsed on top of me with her head buried in my neck and shoulder. I stroked and caressed her head and her back. We lay there together for several moments, hearts beating close to one another.

  I rolled her off my cock and onto her back. I eased myself between her legs and positioned my coc
k again at her entrance. I rubbed its head up and down her slit, teasing her clit also. She shivered and then stuck her tongue out at me.

  “Get back inside me where you belong,” she pleaded. Oh, my little darling there is nowhere else in this universe that I would rather be!

  Once again, I eased slowly into that tight tunnel of love. We kept to the soft, sensuous theme of our lovemaking. Small gentle but firm thrusts deep inside her. Kissing her softly but passionately and caressing every inch of her beautiful body that I could reach. I felt my control gradually slipping away and that glow and tingle begin deep down.

  “I’m nearly there,” I whispered.

  “Me too, come for me now,” she moaned.

  “Sophie… Look into my eyes,” I insisted. And we gazed at each other as our climaxes built. I felt her fingers clench and dig into my hips as she started to come. And exactly at that moment, I felt my cum surging up from my balls and creaming the inside of her pussy. My orgasm was deep and intense and I felt it mirrored hers perfectly. As the spasms and ripples subsided we were still looking deep into each other’s eyes. “Oh…. Just perfect,” I told her. She pulled me down and hugged me tight and we lay there together for a long time. We basked in that afterglow of lovemaking until eventually, I slipped regretfully out of her.

  Utterly in love, completely satisfied and totally relaxed, sleep washed over us.

  ~ Sophie ~

  I don’t usually sleep well the first night in a new place and a strange bed. But this was an exception and I slept soundly until the growing sunlight through the curtains woke me. Today was Alex’s birthday and it was nearly time for his first treat of the day. OK, I admit it, I loved sucking his cock so it was going to be a mutual treat.

  I lay there for a while thinking about his cock. It wasn’t the largest one I had ever seen. I had to admit that during my wild phase I once tried sleeping with a guy built like major league basketball player. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a very successful occasion at all. He was twice my size and much too big and heavy to be on top of someone as small as me. When I sat on him, his cock was much too big. It stretched me to the point of discomfort and even with it banging against my cervix it wasn’t all the way inside. So, my poor clit had been hovering in mid-air and not getting any attention or satisfaction. In the end, I just got pissed off and grabbed my clothes and left his room, unsatisfied erection and all. I had figured that if it wouldn’t fit in my pussy it certainly wouldn’t fit in my mouth. So, I left him to sort himself out one way or another. Not one of my finest hours.

  But Alex’s cock is perfect for me. It’s not a monster, but I guess it’s a shade bigger than what I had known as ‘average’, certainly larger than some I have seen. But size-wise it fills me completely. It’s so soft and smooth, and when it’s pumped up and the head is glowing as his blood surges it is so beautiful. It feels so good inside me and it tastes so good when I get it in my mouth. I have nearly got the hang of a full deep throat but I haven’t quite managed it all the way yet. Still, I can see and feel from his reactions that he isn’t exactly complaining. Our mutual chemistry is pretty damned good in all respects! And I love that moment when he comes when I know he is helpless. And I know that he loves being in my hot mouth, and I can taste his cum and swallow it to keep some part of him inside me. Oh God, I must sound like a total sex addict, but I’m just a girl in love.

  I sank under the covers and nuzzled my face into his groin. His cock was still relaxed and flaccid, so I popped the whole thing into my mouth and very gently caressed it with my tongue. I felt him stir.

  “What the... oh!” as he suddenly realised that he was being sexually assaulted by an enthusiastic lump in his bed.

  I crawled back up and kissed him. “Good morning, birthday boy,” I whispered. “This is your first treat of the day.”

  He smiled, then closed his eyes and said, “Little darling, that sounds wonderful… wake me up when you have finished.”

  I thumped him and bit his shoulder playfully just to warn him that I had teeth! I burrowed back down to continue my oral ministrations. His cock was already more than halfway stiff by now. Yeah, my not so little friend here is certainly waking up. I licked his balls and teasingly ran my tongue up his shaft. Then I popped the head back into my mouth and enthusiastically bathed it with my tongue and saliva. I could feel his breathing change and his hips started to writhe slowly, and his cock got very hard. I love how it responds to me. I know how he likes it a lot when I suck him slowly and gently, so a man should get exactly what he likes best on his birthday. While he was getting harder and harder I softly rubbed my own clit with my spare hand. Sucking him was always enough to turn me on a lot, and I wanted my own arousal to match his. But hopefully, he was going to get even more this morning. I positioned myself to take him deep into my mouth, and when it hit the back of my mouth, I imagined taking him completely like a sword swallower. Yes! It slid all the way into my throat, past the point where I felt I needed to gag. My lips were touching his neatly trimmed pubic hair and his complete length was inside me.

  “Oh… fuck,” he groaned and he pressed himself carefully into me. I let him fuck my mouth and throat for several thrusts and then eased off so he was just back into my mouth and I could breathe properly again. I returned to stimulating the sensitive head of his cock, while softly caressing his balls and shaft until I felt him getting close. As soon as I felt his cock twitching and his juices rising I took his full length again with my new found deep throat ability. I held him there while he shot the first strings of his cum down my throat. I didn’t even have to swallow half of it because he was in so deep. I eased it out into my mouth and let him fill me with his remaining sticky jizz. I swallowed it eagerly and tenderly licked and sucked his lovely cock clean. He sighed with pleasure.

  I reluctantly let him out of my mouth and moved to sit next to him but with my legs splayed open so he could see my moist pussy. I took his hand and pressed one of his fingers inside me. Then I looked him in the eye and said, “Watch and feel me come for you.” I rubbed my clit with one hand and tweaked one of my breasts and nipples with my other hand. “Sucking you makes me feel so horny, Alex,” I whispered. “I’m thinking about you inside me, inside my mouth and my pussy,” I continued. He stared at me raptly, and his finger circled inside my pussy seeking my G-spot, and as I played with myself I could sense my climax starting. “Oh, yes my man, I’m coming for you now.” My body shuddered as an intense orgasm warmed my loins. I pulled his finger out of me and licked it, then snuggled next to him contentedly.

  ~ Alex ~

  Wow, Holy s***. What a way to start the day! My perfect petite sex bomb was curled up next to me running her fingers sensuously through my chest hair. My cock was still hot and tingling from coming so intensely inside her soft mouth. My breathing gradually returned to normal. I stroked her wild hair affectionately.

  After a while, the need for breakfast encouraged us to get up and get washed and dressed. She reached into her bag and passed me an envelope. She had written ‘Alex xxx’ on the outside in her neat and pretty handwriting.

  “Happy Birthday,” she said as I opened her card. “I have a couple of little gifts for you, but I’m going to save them for later,” she added. I hugged her and squeezed her tight.

  We wandered down for breakfast. We must have been nearly the last ones to arrive. We sat at a table next to two women who were talking in German, but they politely said good morning to us in English. One woman was a bit older than the other, and as I’m now suddenly aware of couples with age differences I couldn’t help wondering if they were mother and daughter, lovers like us, or maybe just friends. I must stop being paranoid about all this stuff!

  Sophie and I chose our normal light continental breakfast of coffee and croissants, and chatted about what we would do that day.

  The weather on Dartmoor can be a bit unpredictable as the prevailing wind can bring in the moist Atlantic air over the hills and moors. Sudden showers or low misty rain are not unc
ommon even in summer, but today the weather was fine with plenty of blue sky and a few puffy white clouds. We decided to go cycling in the morning and walking later on if the good weather still held. Apart from the delightful twisting country lanes, there are also some good off-road cycle paths so there were plenty of choices.

  We got dressed in casual cycling gear. I am not one of those middle-aged men who thinks it appropriate to wear skin tight Lycra! Comfortable, light and flexible outdoor clothing was the order of the day. I packed some showerproof overclothes and spare water for both of us in my backpack. We headed towards an entry onto the Granite way which is a nice easy off-road cycle-track following the line of an old railway and has pleasant views. We followed this gentle path for quite a way, and then turned off and went up a steep hill past the military base and onto the open moorland. The views up here were wonderful. Dartmoor is three hundred and fifty square miles of rugged moorland and hills with its well-known granite outcrops. Deep valleys with rivers, streams and ancient forests mingle amongst the rolling hills. Where we were on the North side of the moor, there was a network of little single track paths and roads which make good cycleways. We toured around the area, stopping occasionally to admire the views. It was a beautiful day and pleasantly warm in the sun. At one point, we chained the bikes to a road sign and walked up to one of the high granite tors, scrambling up the ancient stones to get a view from up high. Slightly out of breath we sat there together on the warm rocks holding hands and sharing the moment.

  The breeze up here was cooling, and the views stretched for miles. Tiny figures of people out walking were dotted around the landscape like brush strokes in a painting, but apart from that, the moor was empty.

  “I see why you love it here,” she said.

  “Yes, it’s a lovely place for peace and quiet, where you can feel miles from the hurly-burly. And yet the reality is that you are never more than a few miles from the nearest pub!” I grinned. “And yet these stones we’re sitting on are millions of years old and must have quite a few tales to tell. And talking about pubs… it will probably take us a while to get to one from here, by which time it will be around lunchtime.”