"Not of you."
I settle us in her bed and cover us with the blankets. "You're welcome to boss me around anytime, my love."
She giggles—actually giggles. "I might just try that out, sometime."
We drowse together, then. I'm not sure either of us actually falls asleep, but we enter a kind of twilight, neither fully awake nor fully asleep.
I rouse slowlyand then all at once. Slowly at first, because I must have been more asleep than I thought; all at once because as soon as I become aware of being awake, I become aware of a certain sensation.
I look down my body, blinking against the crimson-orange glow of late evening desert sunlight bathing the room. the blankets are twisted at the foot of the bed, and Sophia is laying on my stomach, softly caressing my cock. Petting it, really.
"Mmm," I mumble, "hello there."
"Sssshhhh." She doesn't look at me. "Don't move. Don't talk. Just…be still and be quiet."
"As you wish, my love."
"This is for me," she murmurs, "although I have a feeling you'll enjoy it."
I know what she's about. "Soph, my love, all I will say is that you have nothing to prove—certainly not to me, and especially not about what I think you're about to do. If some part of sex triggers bad feelings or memories for you, we don't need to do those things. But if it's important to you to reclaim what was taken, then I will gladly help you reclaim it, however that must happen."
She doesn’t reply for a while, though I know she heard me. "I did it to you earlier, during sex, and I liked it. I really did. I liked how you responded. I liked knowing I could give you that. And I want to be able to give it to you."
"I don't need it, Sophia. I enjoy it, obviously, but there is no reason for you to intentionally trigger yourself. Making love with you is all I need. You are enough, exactly as you are."
She has me fully erect, now, and grips my cock loosely in her fist, slowly caressing my length. "I'm not sure how else to say this, Ren." She hesitates. “It's not entirely even aboutyou, exactly. He took things from me. Fear and memories of what he did and made me do have kept me as much a prisoner to his control even after I was out of his direct control. I am determined that he will not have any control over any part of my life or our relationship. He is dead, and so his influence over me will die with him."
"As long as you understand—" I start.
"I do, Ren, I really do. And I appreciate your understanding and compassion more than I can say." She pauses, rolling her thumb over the tip of my cock, smearing the pre-cum leaking out of me. "But now what I need from you is for you to shut up and let me suck your cock." My cock twitches as her words send arousal blasting through me. "I see he approves of this plan."
“He's a selfish little bastard, so yes."
"Excuse me, Ren. There is nothing little about him."
"I stand correctedOHGOD…holy shit, Sophia!" Her mouth suctions around the head while her soft, small hands pump my length. "Jesus fuck that feels incredible."
I hold absolutely still, fisting my hands in the sheet at my sides rather than risk upsetting her by grabbing her head. She releases my cock with a loud, sucking pop, watching as she caresses my shaft a few times, and then covers me with her mouth again. This time, she goes slow, sliding her lips down my length inch by inch, tongue swirling and sliding. I groan, arching my back as she backs away, only to plunge her mouth down again, further this time, taking more of me.
Her thick black hair slips with her movement, drifting across her cheek. She brushes it away, and then fumbles blindly—finding one of my hands, she brings it to her head.
"Just…don't push," she whispers.
I gather her hair in my hands, bunch it up and out of the way and hold on—I can grip the slippery mass of black locks as tightly as I want.
She takes her time. I fight the urge to thrust, gasping and groaning as she pleasures me with her mouth, stroking my length and caressing and kneading my balls, never taking very much of me in her mouth before backing away again. Long, glorious minutes later, I feel my climax rising, feel desperation filling my veins, replacing blood with the boiling lava of need.
"Fucking god, Soph," I groan. "I'm close."
"Mmmm," she hums, pulling away and letting me drop out of her mouth. "Come for me, love. Don’t hold back."
And then her mouth is on me once more, sliding down my length—more and more, deeper and deeper. I hear her swallow hard, gasp for breath, and then she's taking even more of me and she gags a little, backs away, mouth open and gasping.
"Jesus,meu amor," I murmur.
Another long, slow, wet slide of her mouth down my shaft, lips stuttering, tongue swirling and licking and fluttering. A helpless groan leaves me, and I arch again, crush-gripping her hair as my climax boils through me.
"Oh fuck," I snarl, desperately resisting the urge to push her lower, "Sophia, fuck, fuck. So good, my love. I—I can't—oh god, I—I'm…ohhhhhhfuck I'm coming!"
