Sophie was naked on the bed, the curtains wide-open so they could see the Eiffel Tower against the night sky, and her legs were on his shoulders. He held her open with his thumbs and licked her pussy while she writhed and moaned.She tasted sharp and sweet, and her response drove him fucking insane. He spread her wider and increased the pressure of his tongue against her clit. She arched her back and he slipped down the wet seam of her sex, thrust his tongue inside her while she whimpered and begged him to let her come.“Chase, please, Chase…”He loved that sound, the rawness of her voice, the little jerks of her hips as she rode his face. He was a good lover, always cared about pleasing the woman he was with—but pleasing Sophie was something of an obsession. He’d fucked her for the first time yesterday, but it felt as if he’d been with her forever.Maybe it was the shared history, even if it was brief. Maybe it was the illicitness of doing something naughty, as she’d said, even if it was only an illusion.Though it couldn’t be that because God knew he’d been naughty before.
