Sunshine After The Rain

Chapter Forty-Six

Lucas did exactly as promised. Once his mouth covered hers, Sophie felt his fingers move beneath her pajama pants and slide against her already wet sex. Just a single finger was used, but it knew exactly what spot to caress. 

"This is how I should have touched you the first time," Lucas told her, switching from a finger to his thumb and adding pressure. "You were made to be adored, kid. Instead I rushed through it all, needing to get inside of you before I burst. Tonight I'm going to touch and fuck you  like the world's going to end tomorrow. Like every second needs to be savored."

Then, she felt two fingers dip into her, causing her back to arch and mind to go hazy. 

"Now open those legs for me, baby."

Sophie did as she was told, surprised she was able to move them at all. 

His tongue dipped out to lick her bare throat, then to her lips that were coaxed open freely. One swipe against her own tongue before he placed the softest kiss against her lips, then moved back to her breast, circling the nipple. Nipping. Biting. Sucking. All while his thumb kept rubbing against her cleft while his two other fingers glided in and out. 

As she felt herself closing in on the first of five, Sophie's hands tangled into her hair and shoved his mouth further against her breast. Lucas took his cue and his fingers left the inside of her, only to all return to the top of her folds, rubbing her at a frantic speed. 

Sophie grabbed the nearest pillow and smothered her squeal with it as he  took her to the heights her body craved. Her body tightened, shook and nearly convulsed off the bed as Sophie struggled to swallow back the scream building in her throat. 

Before Sophie could even remember her own name or remove the pillow, Lucas' body began to work its way down below the comforter. 

A flick of his tongue sent shock waves through her entire being. Then a second. Then a third. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined tasting this beautiful cunt of yours. It's even sweeter than I imagined."

There was no time to even take in the words before she felt his tongue dive inside of her, then lick it's way back up between her folds to her clit. Over and over he did this, and all before Sophie had managed to come back down from her first orgasm. He sucked and lapped her until Sophie questioned if there was anything left, only to feel his fingers dip inside her once again, then come out wet to rub her arousal against her sex. 

His lips sucked. 

His tongue flicked.

His teeth nibbled. 

All while his fingers and mouth swapped places over and over again. Lucas groaned out as if her were eating the best meal of his life, delighting in a taste she couldn't imagine being as good as he claimed. Yet Lucas was a man bordering on obsessed as she felt his tongue move to her inner thighs to clean up the juices that had beaded down, leaving no drop of her unsavored. 

When she felt herself build up once again, Sophie pushed the pillow further against her with one hand, while shoving his face harder against her sex while her hips lifted. With her clit completely in his mouth, Lucas sucked with abandoned until her second orgasm sparked through her body. 

Two down, and a layer of sweat from her doing virtually nothing glistened every inch of her skin. By the time Sophie removed the pillow from her face, her hair felt like a tangled spiderweb, her mind felt like it'd just walked out the door, her heart was racing and her body felt like jello. 

Lucas came up beneath the covers, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses against her naked flesh. As his mouth made its ascent to hers, his erection slid into her, needing no guidance by his hand or coaxing. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.

Each thrust brought him deeper, and each grunt that passed from his lips sounded like heaven. Every moment seemed made for her pleasure, every action with a purpose. From the way he rolled his hips to the way tongue tangled with hers to the way he pinched her nipples between his fingers. 

Sophie was physically incapable of holding back every moan and every whimper. She couldn't stop her voice from whispering his name or declarations of love. The only thing she could do was hold on for dear life and hope her children couldn't hear their mingled sounds or the squeaks of the bed. 

Nothing felt as good or as complete as the sensation of him sliding into her or his mouth against her skin. Lucas was now taking his time, enjoying every second that passed between them, and not rushing a single movement. All Sophie could do was relish in it all and thank the heaven's he'd found his was back to her. 

There was no longer pain between them. No longer that reluctance holding them back from true happiness or the dark cloud hovering above his head. Now Lucas Mancini was finally hers to keep, and that was exactly what Sophie intended to do. This was Sophie's bliss. This is what all roads had led her to from early on. She didn't know it when she first laid eyes on the man inside of her, but Sophie didn't doubt for a second that Lucas was the man she was meant to spend the rest of her life with. 

When Lucas picked up speed, she felt each impact push her body harder against the headboard, evolving from being made loved to to full fledged fucking. It was if he couldn't get inside of her enough, and Sophie wasn't about to correct or complain. Instead her hands reached for his arms that grasped her hips, and held on for dear life as she bit at her lips to hold back the screams. 

She may have been successful at that, but she couldn't imagine the other side of town not being able to hear the sound their bodies made as he slammed them together, nor less the two bedrooms on the other side of the hallway. 

"I'm going to come," she told him, struggling to hold back the cries building in her. 

Lucas took one hand off her hip and rubbed his thumb against her clit. "Do it, baby. Come for me."

And Sophie did. Pleasure and spasms ripped through her body and his thumb worked her through it, but stopped her from being able to come fully down from her third orgasm. When her hands fell from his arms, she saw the scratch marks she'd left through the stars invading her vision. 

Three more thrusts, and Lucas' body fell to her side. His heavy breaths filled the room, pushing through the smile playing at his lips. "I'm going to need ten minutes," he told her through the pants. "Maybe fifteen."

"Your needs will not outweigh my own," Sophie told him.

Lucas turned his head to face her, sweat soaking the curls of his black hair. "And what do you need, Sophie?"

She gave him the biggest smile she could muster through the exhaustion. "Ice cream."