by Vivien Vale
His lips, meanwhile, are planting butterfly kisses on my upper arm, neck, and moving toward my breasts.
Surprised at my body’s reaction, I revel in the tingling sensation. There are no words to properly describe how I’m feeling. Ecstasy mixes with desire and lust.
My eyes roam over Todd’s naked body.
“So, my little vixen,” he murmurs, and his lips are nibbling on my ear lobe. A deep-throated laugh escapes my lips.
No one has ever called me a vixen, or any of what Todd called me before for that matter.
What’s the man doing to me? Where’s the nice Sophie Palmer, the good girl from next door?
“You disagree?”
His hands are marching back up my body to my breasts. There they stay, doing unspeakable things with my nipples. My hips move, almost involuntary from side to side.
“Maybe you haven’t seen the true me.” I now move away from him and straddle him. He’s taken by surprise.
I lean over him so my breasts are dangling above his lips. He opens his mouth and latches onto them. Whilst he is busy sucking, I move my wet pussy from side to side on his dick.
It had been limp moments earlier, but it’s coming to life quickly. To me it feels as if he’s still in me.
His cock has really stretched me, but it has been worth it. I have never fucked anyone like that before.
His hands have found my backside, and he’s pushing me onto his cock. I resist.
The struggle is a beautiful dance of power, lust, and control. He wants to control my body, and this time I want to dictate.
Eventually I lift myself off him enough for his dick to slide into me again. And then I bounce up and down on him, riding him with all my might.
His hands hold onto my waist, and his thumbs are digging into my abdomen. I throw my head back and thrust my chest out.
Todd yells,
“Go, my little slut.”
And I obey his command. I feel him tense under me, and I slow right down.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, and I smile a wicked smile at him.
“This time it’s my way.”
I ease off him and kiss his chest, and my mouth travels all the way down to his cock. It’s standing to attention.
This time I have no hesitation and just take it all in my mouth. I bob up and down. I taste my own juices on him, and I’m as turned on as I can be.
I want him to come, I want him to come inside of me, but I want it to happen nice and slow.
The animal noises coming from Todd tell me I’m on the right track. His hands are ruffling my hair and trying to push me even more onto him.
I slide all the way off and go to his balls. Now I take them into my mouth and enjoy the softness of them. I move them from side to side and suck on them.
More groans, grumbles, and moans from the man I’m controlling.
Power—the power of seduction and lust…I’m discovering how good they feel.
For a change, I go back to his cock. It was waiting for me, and it responded instantly to my up-and-down motion. I use my hands to massage those nuts.
“I love how much of a slut you are,” mutters Todd, and his hands around my head tighten.
As my lips move up and down on his dick, I feel his muscles tighten. For extra spice, I hover at the base of his peni and lick around those little folds of skin where his cock ends.
“Oh, Sophie.” His voice is oddly rough.
It feels so good. My own juices are flowing rapidly. I’m tempted to use my fingers to add to my pleasure, but I want to focus entirely on Todd.
When his fingers nearly rip out my hair, I know he’s about to come.
I suck harder and faster, and my fingers squeeze his balls in the same rhythm.
Todd arches his back, and when I look at him, I can see his abdominal muscle all tense up. He screams loudly and animallike before I feel his body shudder and a release from his cock in the form of milky cum. I swallow all of it, no hesitation at all.
When he collapses back onto the bed, I crawl up to him. He wraps his arm around me to pull me on top of him.
He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I give him access. When he lets go, he brushes my hair out of my face.
“Have I told you, you are amazing at this?”
I shake my head and am about to say something, but he puts his fingers on my lips.
“And no, I don’t say that to all the girls I’ve had sex with.” He smiles and strokes my cheek. “You, Sophie Palmer, are one of a kind.”
He kisses me again. His fingers explore my body.
“Time to return the favor,” he murmurs into my ear, and his lips travel to my pussy. It’s ready for action and waiting.
I’m not sure what I’d prefer—his tongue and lips or his cock.
Todd lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders before he leans forward to allow his mouth and tongue to explore my most private part.
In anticipation, I lift my hips, and this time he doesn’t stop me. His hands cup each ass cheek, and his tongue slowly draws circles around my clit.
The man really knows how to push my buttons.
My brain is still mush, and all I can think of is this man and his sexual prowess. He knows places in my pussy I didn’t know existed.
His tongues probes, teases, and caresses. It darts into me, pushing as far as it can before coming out again and simply working on my clit. Fireworks go off inside me, and I wish this would last forever.
I purr like a cat.
“Yes, oh yes, please,” I mutter incoherently but can’t stop myself.
My body makes its own demands.
Todd’s index finger joins his tongue. The two work as a team. His finger finds the sweet spot to push against and his mouth and lips suck and caress.
Electric shock waves pulse through me as I slowly build to my climax. Any hint of me coming has Todd slow right down.
“Easy does it,” he whispers, and I feel like an untamed mare, being brought under control by the alpha male of the herd.
“I can’t,” I start, but my words die on my lips when Todd’s mouth wraps itself over my pussy to suck hard, and his tongue at the same time moves back and forth across my clit at such speed I know I’m not going to last much longer. And then, just like that, he stops again.
His fingers push in and out, and I writhe with pleasure.
“Do it. Please do it,” I plead, and Todd laughs.
I feel like screaming, but Todd’s lips are back.
Any minute now I’m going to erupt like a fountain of pleasure. His tongue is working its magic on my pussy.
I can feel my orgasm well up deep inside me. My muscles start to spasm.
Frantically my fingers reach for something to grip. There’s nothing in reach.
Todd’s massaging my ass cheeks in the rhythm of his tongue flicking across my clit.
And then, just like a volcano, I erupt, and my body spasms with pleasure. My hands have found his shoulders and are digging into them. As I ride the wave of absolute pleasure, Todd keeps licking away until I lie spent on the bed.
He slides alongside me and kisses me. I taste my own juices. Floating on a cloud can’t be more magical than this.
I snuggle my head onto his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Todd’s fingers have found my hand, and he links them with mine. I smile.
The world is good. No, better than good—it’s fucking fantastic.
14
Sophie
I stretch languidly, catlike. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle my head deeper into the feather pillow. A cool breeze caresses my body. On reflex, my hand attempts to reach for a cover, but finds nothing.
I am in that delicious state of being asleep just before waking.
A familiar scent tickles my nostrils and sends signals to my brain, signals I would rather not know about. I twitch my nose. Is it time to wake up, or can I steal a few more minutes?
The delicious smell of coffee m
akes me open my eyes. I’m unable to resist any longer.
I’m looking at Todd—a half-naked Todd. His eyes are devouring my body. He smiles and hands me a mug of steaming black liquid.
I prop my head on my bent arm for support. Gingerly, my lips wrap around the porcelain and take a sip. Boy, this is good coffee.
“Morning, sleeping beauty.”
A bit of dust is irritating my nose and I twitch it.
“Do you look at all your girls like that after you’ve conquered them?”
For the first time, I notice the tiny dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.
“Only you. I’ve never seen someone look so angelic and candid in their sleep.”
Suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness, I grab the sheet and pull it up to my chin.
He pouts.
“You didn’t have to,” he mumbles, and I feel the heat rise to my face.
Instead of an answer, I take another sip of the coffee. I usually need two large hits of caffeine before I’m able to face the day properly.
Bits of images from last night flash up in my mind, and I feel myself go even redder in the face. Had that really been me?
“Voila,” Todd’s voice rouses me from navel gazing.
I hadn’t noticed the old-fashioned tea trolley next to the bed. He pulls a sheet covering it to reveal a selection of scrumptious breakfast goodies.
Suddenly, my stomach grumbles. To my own surprise, I’m hungry.
“Wow,” I’m impressed. “This looks good.”
He takes a little bow before he comes to sit beside me on the bed. Like the gentlemen he is, he hands me a plate of French toast.
“Dig in,” he says and at the same time, kisses the top of my shoulder.
“I haven’t had French toast in ages.”
I take a big bite, and try to focus on the delicious flavors assaulting my senses. Unfortunately, Todd’s gentle kisses are making it difficult.
Like tiny butterflies, his lips flit across my shoulder, up to my neck and down my back again.
Desire spreads through me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Todd gives a tiger-like growl.
“I am already,” he murmurs between kisses. His hands are wandering to places they shouldn’t be in right now, at least not, if we are going to get up soon.
A groan escapes my lips. He certainly knows how to push my buttons.
“So,” Todd’s lips leave my back. “What are your plans for the day?”
Don’t stop, I want to shout, but I hold it in. I try and focus on the question. Apparently, my brain doesn’t work so well around Todd Alexander. I’m trying to recall what day it is.
“I’ve got today off,” I admit, and my mind is already thinking ahead about all the sex we could have.
“Great.” He happily grabs some toast for himself.
My body is screaming for him to touch me. I take a large gulp of coffee instead. To distract myself, I use all my inner strength to focus on my breakfast.
How long has it been since someone served me breakfast in bed? I can’t recall.
“What are you plans?” I ask Todd and reach for some fruit.
Todd’s finger follows an invisible trail on my arm. My nerve endings are screaming for more.
“I don’t have much on.” He admits. “How about we hang together?”
I laugh. Has he really just suggested we ‘hang’ together?
“What’s so funny?” He looks crestfallen.
“You,” I lean toward him and give him little kiss on his cheek.
His hands grab my face, and before I can stop him, his lips are on top of mine. They are hard, forceful, and demanding.
When he lets go of me, I’m breathing harder than if I’d sprinted a marathon.
“That’s your punishment for calling me funny,” he has a pretend scowl.
“Wow,” I’m momentarily lost for words.
“So how about it? You’ll spend the day with me?”
I look straight at him.
Somewhere deep down—reaching at me from very deep down—alarm bells are ringing. I stop to consider this.
What harm could it do to hang out with Todd for the day? It’s not like I’m committing for life, am I? I hardly know anything about him, so it’s the perfect chance to do so. And who knows, I might be pleasantly surprised at the end of the day.
What’s the saying, in for a penny, in for a pound? I just spent a fantastic evening with Todd, so why not see where it will lead?
“Sure,” I smile brightly at him.
I’d be lying if I don’t acknowledge I’m starting to get interested in Todd beyond him being the main actor on my film. I’ve managed to scratch the surface of bad boy Todd…I’m curious to see how far I can dig, and what I’ll discover.
“One condition though,” I say, getting out of bed to grab my scattered clothes.
“What’s that, beauty?”
The man knows how to flatter a woman, that’s for sure.
“We need to go to my place first, so I can freshen up, get a change of clothes and some other things.”
Todd grins.
“You look just fine the way you are now.” He grabs my hand and stops me from getting dressed.
He kisses me. This time his lips are soft, gentle, as if asking for permission. I melt into his arms.
“We won’t make it to the door like this,” I whisper into his ear.
“What’s wrong with that?” he purrs, and I chuckle.
An annoying buzzing sound, like a gigantic fly buzzing around his head interrupts us. It doesn’t stop.
Todd sighs and releases me. As he retrieves his phone from his pocket, I scamper and quickly put my clothes on.
Once Todd is off the phone, he grabs his keys and we walk out the door.
“We’ll finish what we started later,” he whispers into my ear and I feel a sweet longing between my legs, a longing I have only come to know since last night.
15
Todd
After being on the phone for what seemed like an eternity, I finally drive her home. She takes a quick shower, changes clothes, and then I whisk her into my arms and tell her my plan for the day—the Hamptons.
Why the fuck not?
The drive out to the East Hamptons is quiet. I play some music for Sophie on the radio, and every time she smiles, my heart hammers in my chest.
It's weird to admit, but being with Sophie is different. She's unlike any other woman I've ever been with.
I focus on the road ahead. The Hamptons are so different from New York City. You can hardly believe it's still the same state.
Instead of buildings on top of one another, the greenery expands, front lawns grow bigger than football fields, and trees blanket your vision.
Every time the scenery starts to change, I get that distinct feeling I'm home.
Just as I round the bend, I spot my house.
"Here we are," I say.
"Wow, this is yours?" Sophie asks.
"One of my homes, yes," I smile. I see she's impressed.
I pull the car up the long driveway. I’m glad to show her my house—a large, sprawling affair with an Olympic-sized pool in the front yard.
"That pool looks amazing," Sophie says.
"We just might have to try it out later," I smile.
The house is empty, as usual. Since this isn't the only place I own, I'm not here often.
I turn the car's ignition off, and exit the car, popping open the trunk. I grab Sophie's bag. It's heavier than it looks. What is it with women and packing? It's as if they're packing their whole lives every time they're on a trip.
"Did you throw everything and the kitchen sink in here?" I ask, laughing.
"A girl can never be too prepared," she smiles.
Together, we walk inside the house.
"It's even more impressive on the inside than it is the outside!" she exclaims, looking around the foyer wide-eyed.
I've never brought a woman here
before. Ever. And her excitement takes me by surprise. I watch as she runs out back.
"I've gotta check out this view," she says.
"Go for it," I say, following her out.
My mind kicks into overdrive. Hell, not only have I never brought a woman out here before…I've never brought anyone on a trip before. What's gotten into me?
Could it be because…?
No, that seems impossible. Or is it?
Have I fallen head over heels for Sophie? Enough so to merit this trip?
The thought of that makes my head spin.
If that's fucking true—it's a first.
"Unreal!" Sophie squeals. Her excitement is palpable. "This view is beyond amazing!"
She walks toward me and takes my hand in hers, and I swear, the moment she touches me, a bolt of electricity travels down my spine.
"I think we should take a walk down to the shore," she says, smiling wide. Her face lights up at the idea. The way she smiles and bats her eyelashes is enough to make me say yes to just about fucking anything.
"I agree," I say. "I think that's a great idea."
As soon as those words leave my lips, I'm surprised at myself.
Who is this person talking? What is happening to me? Since when have I ever wanted to fucking take a stroll down to the shore with a woman?
But the answer is obvious: right now. With this woman, my mind and body are in agreement.
Under no normal circumstances would I ever agree to do something so fucking cheesy, but this is Sophie we're talking about. She's different. She's no normal girl.
So, I smile and take her hand in mine and we head straight for the shore.
Within a few moments, our conversation pivots to the film.
"I will admit," I say, "I have low expectations of independent films in general."
"You do?" she says.
"Yes," I say, "but with that said, and having read the script, I believe there's something more to this one."
"That's a relief," she smiles.
"I have a confession," I say.
"What's that?"
"I trust you," I say. "And I admire you…being so versatile as to play the role of both the lead and the director."
She nods her head and thinks about this for a moment.
