Page 59 of The Fates We Tame

I lower my mouth to her pussy and start bringing her up all over again. Sucking on her clit, then laving it. Alternating as I dip my fingers in and out of her.

“Theo,” she gasps as her orgasm starts to build. Her fingers return to my hair, tugging on it as she rides my face with abandon.

I love the sting of her nails scratching my scalp.

Her cry echoes around the shower as she comes loudly.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, her breath catching.

And I feel like a fucking man again.

Like I just did something special. Something only I can do.

Sophia’s thighs shake as I pull my fingers from her. Her gaze follows as I dip them into my mouth to taste her. It’s an automatic gesture, and I hope to fuck it’s procedural memory leading the way.

With her eyes closed, she slumps back against the shower wall. “So, your mouth isn’t just good for talking,” she says finally.

I chuckle at that, even though my cock aches. I stroke it as I observe her post-orgasmic glow. “My mouth can do lots of things if you’ll let it.”

She leans forward and places her hand over mine. “Let me help you with that.”

“We might have had enough excitement for tonight. You can go get in bed, and I’ll take care of this in the shower.”

“Stand, please,” she says.

I cup her chin firmly. “Only because you asked nicely.”

“You’re going to need to guide me, Theo,” she says.

I stand between her legs and place my hands on the wall of the shower behind her.

“Lick me. Suck me. Grip me and stroke me. Any of those four things and we’ll be golden, Sparrow.”

Sophia leans forward and licks the underside of my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. I take a deep breath and look down to find her looking up at me.

It’s a pretty spectacular view.

Her eyes are wide open, her cheeks flushed. And her mouth… Fuck, the way her tongue strokes along the veiny underside of my cock is better than any porn I watched.

I want to video that mouth and play it back.

I want to be able to see what the two of us look like together.

I want mirrors.

But more, I want the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock. “Suck me, Sparrow. Wanna see you take me deep.”

Grabbing my cock, I angle it so it’s in line with her mouth. And Sophia wraps me in those thick, lush lips of hers.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Feels so good.”

Her hand grips the length she can’t swallow, and I thrust gently back and forth, unable to control the movement of my hips.

She’s so warm and wet. I close my eyes so I can’t see her. Because the visual is gonna make me come way faster than I want to.

I want to savor this for a moment.

I want to remember who I am. Who I was?