5:Taste Of Revenge

SOPHIA LANCASTER

"You don't get to make the call after kissing me first, Sophia," he rumbled, his initial rigidity melted, replaced by a warmth as his mouth parted beneath mine. My fingers, still cupping his strong jaw, felt the slight tremor that ran through him, a delicious confirmation of the impact I’d made.

His eyes locked onto mine, he was a man carved from desire, sculpted with a raw, untamed elegance that left me breathless. Every line of his face, every shadow playing across his sharp cheekbones, screamed power, control, and now something yielding, something I had awakened.

    

I didn't answer with words. My tongue traced the seam of his lips, a bold invitation and he accepted, his mouth opening wider, allowing me access. I dove in, tasting him fully, my hands slid from his jaw, tracing the strong column of his neck, feeling the pulse hammering beneath my fingertips. I pulled him closer, pressing my body against his, his arms, which had been hanging loosely at his sides, now wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his hard frame.

A soft moan escaped my throat, lost in the depths of our kiss, "You have no idea what you're starting," he whispered, breaking the kiss just enough for the words to pass, his breath hot against my cheek. His lips brushed mine again, teasing and tormenting. "Or maybe you do."

    

"I know exactly what I'm starting," I breathed back, my voice husky, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling gently, urging him back. "And I want to finish it."

    

He chuckled, "Oh, you'll finish alright but not before I'm done with you." His mouth descended again, hungrier this time, more demanding. He kissed me with an intensity that stole my breath, his tongue plunging deep, mimicking a far more intimate act.

My knees threatened to buckle, a delicious weakness spreading through my limbs. His hands moved from my waist, tracing the curve of my spine, then sliding lower, cupping my ass. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. The sudden, intimate contact of our bodies made me gasp, his hardness pressed against my core.

“You are already getting hard,” I teased and he smirked.

“Well… a healthy man will get hard seeing a beautiful woman like you. I want to take your clothes off maami.” He breathed out and I chuckled.

“What did you just call me?” I laughed loudly.

“Maami. You don’t like it?” He cocked his head and I leaned in for a brief kiss.

“I love it, it sounds… I don’t know.” I smiled and he smirked deeper.

    

He carried me backward until the edge of the bed met the backs of my knees. He didn't break the kiss, simply lowered me onto the soft mattress, his body following, never losing contact. He leaned over me, his weight supported by his forearms, his eyes still burning into mine.

    

"Tell me what you want, maami," he commanded, his thumb stroking the curve of my hip, a light, teasing touch that promised so much more. "Use your words."

    

"I want you," I confessed, my voice raw and honest. "All of you." My hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in my eagerness. He watched me, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

    

"Impatient, are we?" he teased, but his fingers were already helping mine, deftly unbuttoning the white shirt. The shirt parted, revealing a sculpted chest, taut muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. A fine dusting of hair arrowed down, disappearing beneath his belt. I reached out, my fingertips tracing the warm skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

    

"So impatient," I agreed, my gaze dropping to his erection, my breath hitched. "I want to feel you inside me."

    

His eyes darkened, "Oh, you will. But first..." He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers through my entire body. "I want to taste you."

    

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, a trail of fire descending. He kissed the hollow of my throat, then moved lower, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin above my collarbone. I arched into him, a soft cry escaping my lips as his touch ignited every nerve. His hands, no longer just supporting him, began to explore. One hand slid under my dress, tracing the silk of my panties, the other moved to the zipper of my dress. With a soft zzzzzip, the fabric gave way, and he peeled it back, exposing my breasts.

    

"Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes devouring me, a hungry gaze that made my nipples harden. "Absolutely stunning." He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out, circling one peak, then taking it into his mouth. A jolt shot through me. I gasped, my fingers digging into his hair, holding him closer, urging him on. He suckled so strongly that it drew a moan from deep within my chest. His other hand found its way between my thighs, pressing gently against the damp fabric of my panties.

    

"Ethan," I whimpered, the pressure of his fingers, the wet warmth spreading through the silk was almost unbearable.

    

"Yes, maami?" he purred against my breast, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me what you need."

    

"Please," I begged, my hips instinctively rising to meet his hand. "Touch me. Please."

    

He chuckled, "My pleasure." His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding the swollen flesh of my clit.

A soft slick sound as his thumb rubbed against my wetness, and I cried out, my body convulsing under his touch. “Fuck! This feels so good! Oh, Ethan!” His fingers delved deeper, finding the slick folds, parting them, teasing my entrance.

    

"God, you're so wet," he groaned, his voice strained. "So ready for me."

    

His mouth left my breast, moving to my lips, kissing me fiercely, his tongue plunging deep as his fingers worked their magic below. I met his thrusts with my hips, my body desperately craving the release he was building within me. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked with mine.

   

"I need to feel you," he whispered, his voice hoarse and ragged. He tore his gaze from mine, looking down at my body, at his fingers buried between my legs. "I need to see you come for me, Sophia but I want to ask you something, you suddenly came to me after rejecting me, are you sure about this?”

“Isn’t it too late to start asking that now?” I breathed and he smirked.

“Well, I have to be sure.” And then, with a swift movement, he pushed my panties aside, revealing me fully. His eyes widened slightly, and he leaned down, his hot breath fanning against my pussy. My entire body tensed, anticipating his next move. His tongue flicked out, tracing the swollen lips with a wet sound as he tasted me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed, a scream caught in my throat. “Oh! Fuck! Don’t stop! I love this!”

"So sweet," he murmured, his voice muffled against my flesh. "So delicious."

    

He moved his mouth lower, taking my clit into his lips, suckling gently, then harder. “I’m about to cum! Oh fuck! Ethan!” I shattered, a violent orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing, muscles clenching, a long, drawn-out moan tearing from my throat. My fingers clawed at the sheets, my legs trembled uncontrollably. He kept sucking, drawing out the pleasure, until the waves subsided, leaving me breathless and spent, but still yearning.

    

"That's just the beginning," he promised, pulling back, he quickly stripped off his trousers, revealing his magnificent, thick, and throbbing erection slick with pre-cum. My eyes widened, a fresh wave of desire washing over me.

   

"Oh my God," I breathed, reaching out, my fingers tracing the hard shaft, feeling the heat radiate from him.

    

He chuckled, "Ready for the main event?"

    

"More than ready," I whispered, pulling him closer. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. "Look at me, Sophia," he commanded, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me you want this."

   

A flash of Daniel’s face suddenly invaded me, reminding me of how he always say those words before he slid into me. The urge to continue died immediately and I pushed Ethan off my body.

“Is everything alright?”Ethan asked while I stood up trying to gather my clothes.

“Yes but I have to go,” I replied avoiding his gaze but he held me back by holding my arm.

“Do you suddenly regret this?” He asked, his gaze on me like my answer mattered the most.

“Can we not talk about this now?”

“We have to. What’s going on? You can’t just come to me, make me hard, and just when I’m about to fuck you, you give excuses….”

“I’m using you for revenge!” I said before I could stop myself and slowly realization dawned on him, he let my hand go.

I felt bile rising in my guts, my eyes getting blurry but I didn’t stop, I just wanted to get dressed and get out of this place.