by Boone, Azure
Sofia lifted the blindfold and stared. She turned to him, her brows furrowed, tears filling her eyes. “What the fuck is that Daniel, why does it say…” her voice quit working and she took a few breaths, …Daniel and Sofia’s Bakery?”
He shrugged. “I’m tired of slaving in the Vagina sweat shop. Was hoping you’d hire me?”
She covered her mouth and tried to stifle a sob but failed. “Are you serious?”
He pulled her in his arms. “Dead serious baby.” He kissed her softly on the lips for an entire minute, loving how silky she was. “You want to go inside?”
She giggled and yanked him toward the door. Daniel handed her the key and she opened it. He found the light switch and Sofia squealed and laughed, spinning in the empty space like Cinderella at the castle. He’d never loved a sight more.
****
“Come check this out.”
She turned to Daniel, her heart so full it hurt. She smiled and took his outstretched hand and he led her around the counter to the old fashioned cash register. Everything was old fashioned. How did he know she loved that? He lifted her up and sat her on the counter.
“The lady I got this cash register from said she’d been holding it for the right person.”
She sucked in a breath. “Reeeeally?” He hit a button and it dinged open and Sofia clapped. “It’s soooo cuuuute.”
“She gave me this note with it. Check it out.”
Sofia took it and read. “This cash register is special to me. It belonged to my mother who ran Sally’s Hair Salon back in the fifties. I hope it brings you many years of prosperity and fond memories. Sincerely, Mabel Samson.
“P.S. Tell Mrs. Fletcher I’d like to meet her someday.”
Sofia sighed, dreamily. “Awww, she wants to meet your mom? And she’s dead.”
Daniel gave her a tender smile at the regret in her tone. “Close your eyes one more time.”
Sofia’s heart hammered a few seconds later when Daniel took her right hand and slipped something on her finger. “Oh my God,” she gasped, clenching her eyes tighter.
“Open your eyes.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
He stroked her cheek. “Yes you can.”
“I’m scared, what if I’m wrong, what if it’s not what I think, not what I want, what I dreamed?” Her last words barely squeaked past her closed throat.
“I love you Sofia Fletcher,” Daniel whispered.
Sofia let her sob go and looked at her hand. “Oh my God,” she wailed, staring at it. “It’s real.” She showed it to him and sobbed then held her hand before her, staring at it. “I can’t believe it’s real.”
He pushed between her legs and embraced her really tight, like forever tight. “Marry me Sofia. Be my wife. Please, God, please say yes.”
“Yes,” she gushed, holding him back tight. “God yes yes, yes infinity.”
He lifted her off the counter and spun with her before sealing the deal with one of his amazing kisses. And God he was a good kisser.
Chapter Fourteen
Dinner started with leather straps. She’d asked Daniel what he’d had in mind for her that day their dinner turned into an interrogation session and he begged her to give him another chance to show her. Fine, blow my mind with pleasure if you absolutely must she’d said flippantly.
“You’ll be my taste tester,” Daniel informed.
“And I definitely need to be naked and tied to the chair for that.”
“Definitely.” He secured the last restraint—ankle to the chair leg. He studied his handiwork and groaned. “Fuck, your tits look nice like that.”
He had her in the same position as before, hands holding the sides of the chair back. “I’m glad you think so.”
He stood next to her and slid the backs of his fingers over one of her erect nipples, causing her breath to hitch and excitement to tighten her womb. “You ready?”
She could only nod as she looked into his eyes. He leaned down and gave her those brand new tender kisses that told how much he cherished her. When he pulled up, she was aching and breathless.
“Can’t you cook naked?” she asked.
Without a word, he drew his t-shirt over his head. Then took off his boots and socks. He stared at her breasts as he removed his pants but not his white spandex BVD’s. Which was so fine with her.
He repositioned his rigid cock while standing before her, letting her get an eye full while stroking himself.
“Can I taste test that?” She raised her eyes to his.
“You will.”
She bit her lower lip, staring at his cock again. “You should consider modeling BVD’s. You look…edible in them.”
He gave her a sexy grin and walked off.
Watching him in the kitchen was like watching an artist with his easel and brushes. She was so frikn aroused and her heart swelled with pride at how awesome he was. “You realize I could have an orgasm just watching you?”
“Really,” he said, as though truly impressed with himself.
“I’m not just saying that to try and get you to come over here and give me a little attention, I promise.”
“My special sauce is done and ready for you to test.”
He came over with a small dish and a spoon. “My vulva anticipates the sauce to be delicious,” she said, her voice low and eager.
“Does it?” He stood before her and brought the spoon to his lips and sipped, then set the dish between her legs on the chair. He leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste the sauce on his tongue and lips.
“Mmm.” She licked it up hungrily, straining to get all the creamy herb flavor that was mixed with his mouth.
“You like it?”
She gasped when he pulled up. “I didn’t really get a very good taste.”
He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his finger, his gaze hungry. She looked down when he lowered the front of his BVD’s, freeing his enormous erection. He retrieved the dish from between her legs.
Her clit tingled as he spooned sauce onto his cock. He set the dish back in its place and held his erection before her. He stepped in close and rubbed the thick head of his shaft along her lips. She made little hungry noises as he wet her lips with the sauce then leaned and took him into her mouth, loving his deep groan. She wanted to tell him how delicious he was but couldn’t with her mouth full of him. She told him the only way she could, with deep appreciative moans. God she wished he’d touch her. He grabbed hold of her hair and pumped his cock into her mouth deep. She moaned louder when he hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck yes, you look so good with my cock deep in you pretty mouth.” He grunted and pumped faster, making her moans continue. He pulled almost all the way out and let her suck the head. He thrust in and out, shallow, and she swirled her tongue around the ridge then over his slit while keeping her lips tight.
He growled and threw his head back and she watched the way the muscles in his abs and pecs rippled. His stomach heaved with his ragged breaths and his muscles contracted under silky skin. He was such a magnificent male.
She gasped when he drew his cock from her tight lips with a pop. Her own chest heaved as he knelt between her legs and poured sauce over her tits. He set the dish down with casual calculation and then proceeded to rub the sauce evenly over her breasts, coating them.
Then he cupped both breasts in his hands and leaned in to feast. While he suckled one nipple, he reached up and let her lick and suck the sauce from his first two fingers. He moved to devour her other breast, tugging the nipple between his teeth, his warm breath making it tingle and throb between her legs. She finally felt his fingers on her folds.
“You’re dripping wet for me.” He stroked her entrance, barely dipping in.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Finger me.”
He worked his middle finger inside her, flicking her nipple with his tongue. When he was buried to the knuckle, he used the pad of his thumb to press against her clit. She lifted her butt off the seat, reaching for mor
e.
“You want it bad baby?”
“Daniel.” Her head fell back as she twirled her hips on his finger while he sucked her nipple.
“I love when you call my name.” Remaining buried deep, he worked his finger around, flicking it fast then slow, using the pad of his thumb to circle languidly over her clit. She pumped against the pressure, feeling her orgasm so close already. “Daniel, yes, yes.”
He leaned in and teased her mouth with his lips and tongue. “You’re trembling…” He flicked his finger rapidly and she cried out. “Fuck, you’re ready, I can feel it…” He followed with a hungry groan then nibbled her lip, moving just out of reach when she tried to devour him. He brushed the backs of his fingers along her nipple and Sofia opened her mouth and left it that way, feeling her orgasm right there.
“Oh God. Oh God.” Her cries and moans ascended and her head thrashed. The orgasm broke through, locking her body up for a split second before erupting in little electrical spasms. She gripped the chair, her mind zeroed in at the pleasure spots, her clit, her core, her nipples, all rocking her.
She eventually became aware of her moans that spiraled back down with her body, and the warm lips of the man she loved, brushing hers in that reverent awed way that made her heart melt.
“I swear,” he whispered against her lips, “I love watching you orgasm more than anything in the world.” He nibbled along her jaw. “So beautiful…so fucking sexy, it’s painful.”
“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “Please.”
Chapter Fifteen
Daniel couldn’t agree more. His kinky games didn’t do it for him like having her body meshed to his in every way possible. He undid her ties, and gasped in utter ecstasy when she leapt onto his waist. This…this was heaven.
He waited till he found his way to the bed before entering her, knowing he’d never make it there if he didn’t. Her fingers raking his scalp, her mouth devouring his, and her wet sex grinding against his abs made it a dizzying adventure there.
She was on fire. God, he’d never seen such loving passion. He laid on his back and let her have him. He held her waist while she rode him like an angel, those sweet cries, her perfectly opened mouth, the bounce of her breasts, that was his new addiction and he let it burn its way into his bones and cleanse him.
He finally had to have her beneath him.
He flipped her over then became entranced. She was his. She belonged to him. She was real. Right there in his bed.
****
From her calves, Daniel languidly discovered her body with silky fingers, whispering how beautiful she was between the butterfly kisses that followed his path. He ended at her face, stroking his finger across her brow, along her temple, tracing her ear then jaw. He followed the trail with the most delicate kisses before finally settling between her legs.
She opened for him. It was such a familiar feeling, like that’s where he belonged. She beckoned him inside her with urgent fingers on his silky hard waist. Nearly nose to nose, he stared at her as he entered slowly. Half way in, he gasped and lowered his head to administer those tender kisses to her lips, capturing her moans as he carefully filled her.
She pumped her hips, drawing him deeper. “God, yes, do it, please.”
He buried his mouth in her neck and thrust in deep, choking on a groan. Sofia arched with the pleasure, running her fingers from his broad shoulders to his firm ass, relishing in the silky ripple of muscles under her hand as he began to move inside her with a slow steady rhythm.
He pulled one of her legs up, lifting her hips, and the angle made her gasp as his cock hit that spot inside her. Throwing her head back, she arched into the feeling and Daniel picked up speed until she could only gasp and cry out in an ascending crescendo.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he gasped, staring down at her, his hungry gaze moving from her face to her neck and remaining fixed on her breasts as they bounced to his demands. His hips moved faster until there was nothing but the feel of his cock hitting that spot, his body a delicious smack against hers, and the masculine sounds of his own ecstasy, deep and guttural.
Kneeling between her legs, he latched his fingers onto her waist and pulled her onto his cock while flicking his hips, hitting that sweet spot harder. Oh God. She thrashed her head and gripped the sheets, the sensation nearly overwhelming her.
“Let it come Sofia,” Daniel barely managed. “Don’t fight it.”
She was scared of the feeling, it was so much more intense. She finally flew over the edge with rapid high pitched moans, feeling like something broke loose inside her and flooded out hot, flooded her mind.
The sound of his orgasm broke through the haze along with the feel of his entire body pressed into hers for his final strokes. Then God, he kissed her, his gasps and moans right in her mouth, exactly where she wanted them. She wound her fingers in his hair and kissed him back, loving that she gave him so much pleasure, that she was in his bed, in his arms and life.
****
Not a surprise that they slept like the dead after. When she woke later, she found him watching her like there was a TV on her face and some amazing shit was playing on it. She smiled at him. “What?”
“What made you choose to come to my office that day?”
She regarded him a second then covered her face with both hands. “Oh gosh.” She glanced at him again. “Kinda embarrassing.”
He traced the swell of her breasts. “Tell me.”
She chuckled a little. “Oh boy. Welllll I belong to this private little Facebook group and every year we do this dare thing. And sooo, my best friend pulled my name and dared me to set an appointment with the doc I was head over heels in lust over.”
Her breath hitched when his finger slid over her nipple. “For how long? Were you…”
She laughed once then moaned at what he was doing. “Liiiike…six months?”
“Damn. I’m…flattered and…insanely aroused by that.”
She swallowed, excitement warming her belly. “You’re not insulted?”
“Why would I be insulted? I’m amazed you felt this way about me all that time. I’ve never been lusted after or stalked.” His hand made it between her legs and he slipped his finger right inside of her, in a delicate seeking way. He looked her in the eyes. “It’s definitely a turn on for me where you’re concerned.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, pumping against his hand. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice me.”
He placed his thumb on her clit. “You were good, I never noticed.”
She groaned, getting breathless. “You only had eyes for the produce doc.”
He lowered his head and suckled her breast and she nearly gasped the words, “What about you? How on earth did you start in that profession?”
He lifted his head and stared at her mouth then gave it the same attention as her tit, explaining in between his administration. “I think it started when my grandmother got sick. On one of her coherent days she made me promise not to let myself get like her. She was four hundred and fifty pounds.” Sofia held his face before her and he pushed his way back to her lips. “It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me anymore.” He resumed nibbling at her mouth. “Long story short, I promised her I wouldn’t. So, at twelve, I began studying about the human body.” He nibbled at her chin. “She died, and a few years later, I ended up in therapy and remembered my vow. I studied everything I could get my hands on.”
He finally paused and lifted his head, his finger inside her stilling. “Somewhere along the way, I became fascinated with the female anatomy’s reproductive system. It was like entering a whole new world, where you participated in bringing forth life. And I thought, what an amazing thing that would be.” He lowered his head and returned to kissing, his finger resuming its leisure assault that had her hot all over.
“Wait,” she gasped, “are you talking about an obstetrician?”
“Mmm,” he lowered his head to her breast. “Yes. That’s my true love.”
“S
o why aren’t you in that?”
“Insurance was too high, so, I went into gynecology, the sister field.”
“Ouch!”
“That’s for talking so much.”
He soothed where he nipped her breast with tender licks and kisses, his finger insider her going from sweet to possessive and demanding, making Sofia arch and moan.
“That’s more like it,” he whispered against her nipple. “More of that.” He varied his speed from deep penetration and finger flicking her core to shallow rapid jabs, then deep jabs. “Play with yourself Sofia.”
Sofia obeyed, finding it entirely erotic doing the once mundane task while he watched her. She opened wide and pulled her knees far back.
“Fuuuck yes baby,” he gasped.
Okay, she reeeeally liked how that affected him and could so play on that without pretending. She used her other hand to caress her breasts the way he did, and her nipples.
“Holy shit, yes, do it.” His jabs became intense and deep and Sofia’s mouth opened and the ecstasy flowed out in high pitched moans.
Daniel knelt between her legs and let his cock take over. In a matter of five strokes, he had a rhythm that made her scream. “Keep rubbing it,” Daniel gasped, staring between her legs.
Sofia’s picked up speed, focusing on the heat under her hand. Daniel switched to shallow and fast, allowing her clit to catch fire again.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” he whispered, then groaned at his own approaching avalanche.
“Daniel-Daniel!”
“God damn Sofia!” He gripped her hips hard and began driving into her deep.
“Oh God Daniel!” The gasp came with the orgasm in her clit, followed with the one at her core. There was nothing but the sounds of their mutual releases, Daniels strangled roar and her sharp screams as he pounded into her.
He fell on top of her, finishing with his body pressed into hers, his strokes turning slow and deep while he ate up the remaining cries of bliss as though nothing else would could sooth his thirst.
And for Sofia…the feeling was exquisitely mutual.
