Chapter 121: One Breath Away
Sophie and Mark were fast asleep in their bedroom, the soft hum of the air conditioner weaving through the distant chirp of crickets outside. Moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting silver streaks across the bed, painting Sophie’s body in a soft, ethereal glow. She lay on her side, facing Mark, her curves draped in a sheer, black Shein nightie that hugged her, the fabric so thin it was practically transparent.
The lace hem barely kissed the tops of her thighs, teasing the smooth, creamy skin of her legs, while the plunging neckline clung to her full, heavy breasts, the thin straps slipping off her shoulders as she breathed softly in sleep, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Her nipples, dark and hard from the cool air, pressed against the lace, visible through the delicate material, her body a vision of raw, inviting allure.
Her hair fanned across the pillow and her glasses sat folded on the nightstand, her face relaxed, lips parted just enough to let out faint, even breaths that made her chest rise and fall, the nightie shifting to reveal the faint outline of her pussy lips through the thin panties beneath. Her ass, round and firm, peeked out as the fabric rode up, the curve where thigh met cheek begging to be touched.
Mark lay beside her, his broad frame sprawled under the sheets, snoring lightly, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, completely out, his body heavy and still. The room was peaceful, the kind of quiet that blankets a house in the dead of night until a hand, warm and deliberate, grazed Sophie’s arm from behind. It moved slowly, tracing the curve of her elbow with a featherlight touch, sliding down to the front of her thigh with a caress that sent a shiver through her sleeping form, her pussy clenching instinctively.
The hand lingered, fingers spreading to rub the soft skin of her inner thigh, gentle at first, then more insistently, a teasing rhythm that stirred her from the edges of sleep, her body arching slightly before her mind caught up.
Sophie murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness, eyes still closed, "Mark, I told you I’m not interested. I don’t want to have sex with you, please go to bed."
The hand paused, just for a moment, as if savoring her words, then continued, bolder now, sliding upward with a slow, brazen intent. It brushed past the hem of her nightie, grazing the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen, sending a jolt of heat through her core. The fingers slipped higher, cupping her breast through the thin lace, massaging with a firm, deliberate pressure, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened instantly, straining against the fabric.
Sophie’s lips parted, a soft sigh escaping before her eyes snapped open, wide and startled, her breath catching as she prepared to scold Mark only to freeze. Mark was right in front of her, his face slack, mouth open, snoring softly, completely unaware, his body turned away.
Her heart pounded, adrenaline and arousal spiking through her veins, her pussy growing wet from the touch. Slowly, her eyes twitched, and she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder.
There, in the dim moonlight, was Devon. His eyes gleamed with a wicked, hungry spark, his lips curved into a sly, knowing smile that made her stomach flip and her clit throb. He was pressed close behind her, his body warm and hard against her back, his presence bold and unapologetic, like he owned the room and her body in it.
The audacity of him, slipping into her bedroom in the middle of the night, sent a jolt of shock through her, but also something else something raw, dangerous, and thrilling, her nipples tightening further under his palm.
Questions raced through her mind, how did he get in? Why now? What if Mark woke? but they caught in her throat, unspoken, as his hand squeezed her breast tighter, his thumb flicking her nipple with a teasing rhythm that made her pussy ache with need.
Devon shifted closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You saw the stress you and your friend put me through with the FHCA." His voice was low and teasing, a playful edge cutting through the tension, his fingers still kneading her breast, rolling her nipple between them. "How do you plan to repay me for it?" His smile widened, his eyes locking onto hers, daring her to pull away, his free hand resting on her hip, thumb tracing circles that made her skin burn with anticipation.
Sophie took a deep breath, biting her lip hard to stifle the moan building in her throat, her gaze flicking to Mark, still fast asleep beside her, then back to Devon. The air was thick, charged with heat, her body betraying her as her pussy grew slick, soaking her panties. Slowly, her hand moved, tentative at first, then bolder, sliding down to the front of his trousers. Her fingers brushed against the hard outline of his cock, rubbing gently, teasingly through the fabric, feeling it twitch and thicken under her palm.
The touch caught Devon off guard, his eyes widening for a split second, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he pressed closer, his hardness grinding against her ass through the nightie. "So you’ve been wanting this already," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire, his hand sliding to her ass, squeezing the firm curve, pulling her tighter against him.
Sophie didn’t speak, just flashed a soft, knowing smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and want, her hand stroking his cock slower, firmer, feeling it pulse with need under her touch.
She glanced at Mark again, his snores steady, oblivious to the fire igniting in the room.
Turning back to Devon, she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Can we do it outside?" But a part of her already knew the answer, could feel it in the way his body pressed closer, unyielding, his cock throbbing against her hand, pre-cum already dampening his trousers.
Devon shook his head, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "No, I want you here." His hand slid under the neckline of her nightie, fingers finding her bare breast, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive grip, his thumb flicking her nipple with a deliberate slowness that made her arch her back, her pussy dripping with anticipation. His other hand slid down her thigh, pushing the nightie up to expose her ass, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties before slipping beneath, brushing against the slick heat of her pussy, making her bite her lip harder to stifle a gasp.
Their lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues tangling wildly as Sophie melted into him, her body arching to press her ass against his hardness, her hand still stroking his cock through his pants. The kiss was raw, consuming, a clash of heat and need that made her head spin, her pussy throbbing with want.
Devon’s hand tugged at the straps of her nightie, pulling the fabric down roughly to expose her breasts to the cool air, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. Sophie broke the kiss just long enough to rip the nightie off completely, the lace sliding down her body like a whisper, pooling at her hips before she kicked it aside, leaving her bare except for the thin, soaked panties clinging to her pussy, the damp fabric outlining her swollen lips.
Devon’s hands returned to her breasts, cupping them roughly, his fingers pinching her nipples with a rhythm that sent electric shocks straight to her clit, her body trembling with need. Sophie’s lips parted, but she clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling the moan that threatened to spill out, her eyes flicking to Mark’s sleeping form, inches away, his snores a steady reminder of the risk. Devon’s lips curved into a wicked smirk, clearly reveling in her struggle to stay quiet.
He leaned down, his mouth replacing his hand on her breast, his tongue swirling around one nipple, sucking hard, then grazing it with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. His other hand slid lower, fingers ripping her panties down her legs in one swift motion, tossing them aside to expose her dripping pussy, the cool air hitting her wet folds and making her shiver.
He didn’t stop there. Devon’s fingers found her clit, circling it with a slow, torturous pressure, then dipping lower to slide through her slick folds, coating his fingers in her juices. Sophie gasped, muffled by her hand, as he plunged two fingers inside her, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur, her pussy clenching around him. He added a third finger, stretching her, his thumb pressing hard on her clit, rubbing in tight circles that had her hips bucking against his hand, her juices dripping down his wrist. "You’re already so wet," he whispered against her ear, his voice a low growl that made her pussy pulse, her hand pressing tighter over her mouth to stifle the whimpers trying to escape.
Devon’s mouth moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking fast and relentless, his teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. His fingers kept working her pussy, pumping faster now, the wet sounds of her arousal barely audible under Mark’s snores.
Sophie’s free hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her body begging for more as she ground her hips against his hand, her clit throbbing under his thumb. He pulled his fingers out, slick with her juices, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue, his eyes locked on hers, dark with hunger. "You taste so fucking good," he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
He shifted lower, his breath hot against her inner thighs, making her skin prickle with anticipation. Sophie’s heart raced, her hand still clamped over her mouth as his tongue flicked out, tasting her, slow and deliberate, the flat of his tongue lapping at her clit before diving deeper. He parted her vagina with his fingers, exposing her fully, his mouth working with a skill that made her toes curl, his tongue swirling in tight, relentless circles around her clit, then sucking hard, pulling it into his mouth with a pressure that had her hips bucking wildly against his face.
Her juices coated his lips, his chin, as he plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, his fingers joining in to pump her pussy, curling to hit that spot that made her see stars. Sophie bit down on her hand, the pressure barely enough to keep her moans silent, her body screaming with pleasure as Devon’s mouth drove her to the edge, her thighs clamping around his head, trembling with the intensity.
The foreplay was beyond intense, utterly brazen, his tongue and fingers moving in a frenzied sync that pushed her toward a climax she could barely contain. He didn’t let up, his tongue flicking her clit faster, harder, his fingers stretching her pussy, pumping in and out with a wet, rhythmic sound that made her head spin. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, then grazed it with his teeth, the sharp sensation making her hips jerk, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Sophie’s free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body begging for release even as she fought to stay quiet, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the sheets. Devon’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, a wicked glint in them as he pushed her harder, his fingers curling deeper, his tongue relentless, driving her toward the edge until her body tensed, then shattered.
A silent explosion of pleasure ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing as she came hard, her hips bucking against his mouth, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her hand muffling the desperate, choked moans trying to escape.
Devon didn’t stop, his mouth gentler now, licking her through the aftershocks, his fingers still teasing her sensitive pussy as she caught her breath, her body buzzing with the high.
He sucked her clit softly, drawing out the pleasure, making her tremble with every light flick of his tongue. Her pussy was soaked, her thighs slick with her arousal, the sheets beneath her damp. He crawled back up, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes dark with want as he kissed her again, the taste of her pussy heavy on his tongue.
The kiss was slower now, but no less hungry, their tongues tangling as Sophie’s hands roamed his body, tugging at his shirt, ripping it off to reveal the lean, toned muscles beneath. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, down to his abs, then lower, wrapping around his cock, hard and pulsing in her hand. She stroked him slowly, feeling the thick, veiny shaft throb under her touch, pre-cum beading at the tip as she pumped him harder, earning a low, guttural groan from Devon that made her pussy clench again.
She pushed him back slightly, her own hunger taking over, her lips trailing down his chest, kissing and nipping at his skin until she reached his trousers. She freed his cock fully, the thick length springing free, hard and heavy in her hand, the head glistening with pre-cum. Sophie’s tongue darted out, licking the tip, tasting him, her lips wrapping around the head as she sucked gently, then deeper, taking him into her mouth.
Devon’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, his hips bucking slightly as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take. His groans were low, dangerous, making her pussy throb as she sucked harder, her lips tight around him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside until he was trembling, his cock pulsing in her mouth.
Devon pulled her up, his lips crashing into hers again, the taste of both their arousals mixing in a heated, messy kiss. He shifted her gently, turning her to face Mark, who was still fast asleep, his snores a steady rhythm in the quiet room. Sophie’s heart pounded, the thrill of danger mixing with raw desire as Devon positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was dripping, her folds swollen and slick from her orgasm, aching for more.
She felt the tip of his cock press against her, teasing her, sliding through her wet folds with a slow grind that made her bite her lip to keep quiet, her body trembling with need.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Sophie." Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his thick cock filling her completely, stretching her pussy walls in a way that made her eyes flutter shut, her hand flying back to cover her mouth as a muffled moan escaped, his length sliding deep until he bottomed out inside her, his hips pressed tight against her ass.