Paradise - Part Four (The Erotic Adventures of Sophia Durant) by O.L. Casper Page B

family?”
    “No, I asked them not to. But they did interview friends, school teachers, past neighbors, and so on.”
    “I’m glad I passed.”
    I feigned a smile.
    “You did. With flying colors.”
    “Do I get a top secret clearance?” I joked.
    “Even better. You will now, gradually, enter my inner circle. You mentioned before not being rich. Play your cards right and you just may get wealthy beyond your wildest dreams.”
    Fleeting visions passed of playing in the sand in the Cayman Islands at sunset with Julie. It was a nice thought, but I wanted him more.
    “It would be nice.”
    “I think you’re brilliant. Exceptionally so. Sophia, you may be a genius. But I’m not one, so I wouldn’t know.”
    “You’re pretty smart.”
    “Only just.”
    He smiled that devilish smile. I began to wonder whether he had a compact with the devil. I never believed in evil before, but now I began to wonder. If there was evil, I had definitely partaken in it.
    “Are you alright?”
    “I’m fine. Just shaking off sleep.” I lied.
    “I’ll let you get to it.”
    “No, don’t go.”
    I said it in a way that expressed longing.
    “Then I’ll stay. I need a shower. Mind if I use yours?”
    “Actually it’s yours. I’ll join you.”
    I take one glance at his muscular body with the water passing down. I step in. He turns. We kiss. First, only lightly on the lips. Then he moves his lips down my chin, along my neck and to my breasts. He kisses them tenderly as the water hits them, massaging them and coursing down my body to my stimulated pussy. He cups my breasts, plays with them, tongues them, sucks them. I think he’s got a breast-obsession but I don’t mind. It’s what I want. They’ve longed for this attention since this afternoon when I saw him with Madeiros. She has such a cool sounding name. For a second I feel solidarity with her as one of the handful of beautiful women that get to enjoy this. My insane jealousy evaporates with his touch. He presses my breasts to either side of his face and runs his tongue through the cleavage and round the edges. Goosebumps break out across my breasts and spread across my entire body. Noticing this, he touches along the inner thigh, on one side then the other. Teasingly he touches everywhere but the stimulated spot, exponentially increasing the stimulation in not doing so. In a series of fluid movements I let go all expectation and just enjoy each moment for what it is.
    His tongue runs down my stomach, passed the belly button, to the place just above my lips. I place my hands on his masculine shoulders as he does. I stroke his wet hair with one hand. He takes my arms and pulls me down into a crouching position. Shit, I didn’t want to distract him; he was doing such a nice job. This is some of the best foreplay I’ve ever had. Putting his hands on my head, he stands up. He places his throbbing erection between my breasts and cups my heaving chest with either hand, pressing them together to either side of his glistening, pulsating cock. Damn, this feels good. He fucks my tits. As he does, I clutch his bulbous buttocks, feeling the bulbous head of his cock hitting the dip at the base of my throat. Before I know it the silvery fluid explodes from the tip of his shaft all over my chin and face, but he keeps going. His stamina is one of the best things about him. I rinse my face in the shower and he moves up to my face, kissing me. I grab his member in both hands and stroke gently, then hard. I crouch to the level of his beautiful manhood and put the head in my mouth, licking the tip profusely. I glance up at him. Eyes are closed, he takes in the sensation. One of his legs begins to twitch, the pleasure must be monumental. I’m ecstatic I can do this for him. He moans.
    He releases a second time; I swallow, careful to get it all. Cock still hard, I take it out and stroke it. I stand up and look at him. Our eyes overflow with what I think is love. I put one foot up on a ledge