Page 93 of One Day for a Valet

His hands gentled and he brushed a curl from her face. “I thought that if you didn’t touch me before, that if I focused only on pleasing you, I might be able to last long enough to …” He closed his eyes and sighed again. “But pleasing you pleases me. So damned much. To the extent that standing there, pressed against your naked body for half a bloody second had me ready to spend.” He trailed off again as the blush swiftly returned to his cheeks. “It’s not going to work, Sofi. I want you too much. Fucking worthless overzealous cock. Last night I had a dream that you walked into the dining room while I was eating poached eggs. Love, I came in my trousers the moment you said good morning.”

A laugh slipped out of her, and he shot her a look then cracked a smile too. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Christopher, I know it’s hard. I know you want to make love. I want that too. But even more than that, I want you to relax and enjoy whatever we do. I want that for both of us.”

“Christ, would you please stop saying hard?”

Sofia pressed her lips together to contain her smile.

“Can we do that? Will you let me kiss you and touch you, and you let yourself feel however you feel?” She kissed his jaw, then slid one long naked leg over his hip. Beneath the towel, his cock leapt.

“Can I take that as agreement?” Sofi asked.

“My cock does not speak for me, madam,” he said with a lopsided grin.

She sat up, then straddled him, rocking her hips against the towel and the bulge beneath. “You lay there and think about it then. Let me know when you come to a decision.” She offered him a saucy grin and began dropping kisses across the curve of his shoulder and down his chest. She nuzzled into the hair on his abdomen, sliding down his body, licking and nibbling just above where the towel was tucked tightly around his hips.

Running her hands inside the soft fabric, she lightly scored his thighs with her nails and he bucked against the air with a groan.

“So good,” he murmured, tossing his head to the side.

Peeling the towel open, she took in the sight of him, thick and jutting towards his abdomen. Slowly, she teased the tips of her fingers from root to tip once and he sucked in a breath, reaching down to stroke her curls. A bead of moisture gathered at the head and she leaned close, touching her tongue to where it clung.

“Sofia.” Her name broke across a helpless gasp of air. “Slow down. You have to slow down.”

“You are meant to be relaxing and considering my proposal. Stop fighting me. Can I kiss you here?”

He groaned like a man tortured, but hissed out a “yes.” She lightly sucked once at the tip of his cock. His hands left her hair and gripped the sheets on either side of him, knuckles white.

Sofia brushed her parted lips back and forth across the velvety soft head, then took him into her mouth. Her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft in a few long, greedy strokes before she took him deeper.

Every muscle tensed as he whimpered and then moaned. He came without warning, startling them both. Continuing to caress him as if nothing had occurred, she kissed the top of his thigh and then kissed her way back up his body.

Christopher was docile beneath her, breathing heavily for a few long moments before flipping her unceremoniously onto her back and kissing her hard. Deep, drugging kisses that left her toes curling into his calves. His knuckles traced the outside curve of her breast and down her belly before changing directions back up to her sternum again. “You are a wonder. The mere thought of touching you, of being inside you, propels my body to exquisite madness. And the miracle that you are mine to cherish sends my heart careening into breathtaking joy.”

Christopher’s mouth closed over her nipple with a delicious pull of heat that left her gasping, and she rocked her hips against his stomach when her body clamoured for more. His hand trailed down, stroking between her open thighs with delicate caresses that had her biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.

“No. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, Sofi. Show me what you want.” She sighed when he slid a slick finger into her core.

“Such a good girl the way you take me inside you. If I kiss you here, will you come for me?” He gently rotated his finger, and she felt her walls clamp down, gripping him.

He kissed the inside of her thighs until she spread her legs to accommodate him, then travelled higher, sucking and nibbling along the petals of her sex, plying her with kisses. He built her pleasure unhurriedly, gliding his tongue against her sensitive bud, his fingers stretching her deliciously until her legs were quivering. Nuzzling into her curls, he made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat.

“So perfectly wet for me. Christ, you’re beautiful.” He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris, leisurely dipping his finger in and out of her most sensitive place.

“Can you take more for me, sweetheart?” She felt a second digit against her opening and lifted her hips in answer. Softly petting her stomach with one hand, he eased a second finger inside. Sofia’s legs splayed wide, her fingers curling into the sheets at the stroke of sensations deep within her. Christopher sighed as if the pleasure was his.

“How does that feel, Sofi?” His question rumbled across her sensitive nerves and her hips lifted off the bed, pressing her into his mouth like an offering. “Mmm. You know how I like that.” Dropping his jaw, he latched his mouth to her centre, lapping and sucking at her delicate folds as if he were famished.

“It feels—” She moaned. “Yes, just like that.” She released her grip on the counterpane, propping herself up on her elbows to watch his head dipping rhythmically between her thighs. She threaded one hand through his hair, urging him closer with the press of her fingertips. The muscles of his back and shoulders flexed, his lust and urgency tethered to her own, rising alongside hers as she surged ever closer to her peak. The sight of him—hands, muscles, mouth all diligently working to pull every ounce of sensation from her body—it was too much.

“Now Sofia. I want to feel you come against my mouth.”

Her body responded to the command as if it were waiting for his words. Her back arched and ecstasy spiralled through her as her climax crested.

Sofia lay there, soft and languid, barely aware of his body as he settled on top of her, his length every bit as ridged as it had been at the start. He slid his cock through her folds, coating himself in her spend, then waited there. She met his eyes and nodded, and he let out a shaky breath. “Hold on around my neck, Sofi.” Notching himself against her still-swollen entrance, he nudged the slightest bit inside and let out a hoarse curse. His arms were shaking but he remained still. “All right?” The words emerged through tightly gritted teeth.

“It’s perfect. More.”