twojebook Chapter 411: Hunger (R-18)
Chapter 411: Hunger (R-18)
Sophie pulled back just enough to break the kiss, her lips brushing his with every ragged breath. The wind still howled around them, but her voice cut through it, low and trembling.
"I missed you," she whispered breathlessly, the words soaked in raw need. "God, Bruce... I missed you so much."
He knew that tone, the one that wrapped around his spine and pulled tight. It wasn’t just longing; it was hunger, the kind that made the sky feel too slow.
His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile against hers.
He could have torn through the void right then, yanked them straight into her bedroom and devoured her in the dark.
But he felt the way her thighs tightened around his hips, the way her fingers stayed tangled in his hair like she wanted to ride the wind a little longer. She wanted this moment, the thrill of flight, the tease of anticipation, so he gave it to her.
He banked smoothly, carving a wide arc over the glittering city below, letting the cool night air kiss their flushed skin while his hands roamed her back, pressing her closer.
Every second stretched deliciously. Her heartbeat thundered against his chest. He kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear, murmuring, "Then let’s fix that."
Only when the lights of her neighborhood rose to meet them did he act. With a flex of his heal, he tore open the void, a silent ripple of darkness that swallowed them whole for half a heartbeat.
The wind vanished. Gravity returned, soft and familiar. They materialized directly inside her bedroom, the door still locked behind them, the city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains in soft gold stripes across the floor.
The second their feet touched the rug, the hunger they’d been holding back exploded.
Their mouths crashed together again, deeper, wetter, more desperate than anything they’d shared in the sky.
Sophie’s lips were plush and fever-hot, parting instantly so her tongue could slide against his in a slow, filthy glide that drew a low groan from his chest.
She tasted so needy. He answered with equal heat, tilting his head to claim her fully, sucking on her tongue, nipping her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth.
Their breaths mingled in hot, broken gasps between kisses that never quite separated, only shifted angle, deepened, turned messier.
Tongues stroked and curled, slow and sensual one moment, frantic the next, until their lips were slick and swollen and shining.
His hands moved with purpose now, sliding under the hem of her shirt. He peeled it upward inch by inch, fingertips tracing the warm skin of her ribs, the curve of her waist, the underside of her breasts.
She lifted her arms for him, breaking the kiss just long enough for the fabric to whisper over her head and fall forgotten to the floor.
Her bra followed a heartbeat later, his fingers deft at the clasp, then his palms cupping her bare breasts as he kissed her again, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened into aching peaks.
Sophie’s hands weren’t idle. She tugged his shirt open with impatient fingers, buttons popping free, then shoved it down his shoulders, palms gliding over the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs.
She dragged her nails lightly down his skin, savoring the way his muscles jumped under her touch. His belt was next, leather sliding through the buckle with a soft clink, followed by the slow drag of his zipper.
She pushed his pants and boxers down together, freeing him, her fingers wrapping around his already hard length with a hungry squeeze that made him hiss against her mouth.
He returned the favor, hands sliding into the waistband of her jeans, peeling them down her hips along with her panties until they pooled at her ankles.
She kicked them away. Now there was nothing between them but heated skin and pounding hearts.
Sophie dropped to her knees without a word, eyes locked on his, dark with desire. She wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling him throb against her palms.
Leaning in, she dragged her tongue along the underside in one long, wet lick, then swirled it around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there.
Bruce’s hand slid into her hair, not guiding, just holding, as she took him into her mouth, slow at first, lips stretching around his thickness, tongue pressing flat against the underside while she sank deeper.
She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight up his spine, and began to move.
It was deliberate, worshipful. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, taking more of him each time until the head nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed on the upstroke, lips tight and slick.
One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, twisting gently, while the other cupped his balls, rolling them softly.
She pulled off for a moment only to lick and kiss down the shaft, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin beneath the head before taking him deep again, faster now, wet sounds filling the quiet room.
Her eyes never left his face, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way his abs flexed with every deep pull of her mouth.
She loved this, loved reducing him to raw groans and whispered curses, loved the way his fingers tightened in her hair when she swirled her tongue just right.
When she finally pulled off with a soft, filthy pop, her lips were glossy and swollen. She rose, guiding him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sat.
Sophie climbed between his thighs, pressing her breasts together around his slick cock. The soft, warm weight of them enveloped him completely.
She looked up at him through her lashes and began to move, slow rolls of her chest, sliding him between her cleavage while her tongue flicked out to tease the tip every time it rose toward her mouth.
The sight of her like this, breasts flushed and glistening, nipples hard, lips parted, drew a deep, guttural sound from him.
She squeezed tighter, picking up speed, the slick friction building until his hips started to rock in time with her.
But she wanted more. Needed more.
Sophie crawled up his body, straddling his lap, and kissed him again, deep, slow, full of promise. "I want you inside me," she breathed against his mouth. "All of you."
Bruce’s hands spanned her waist, lifting her gently as she positioned herself over him. She sank down inch by inch, taking him inside her tight, wet heat with a shared moan that echoed through the room.
The stretch was perfect, exquisite. Once he was buried to the hilt, she paused, forehead pressed to his, breathing him in. Their eyes met, dark, shining, full of everything words couldn’t hold. Then she began to move.
It wasn’t frantic at first. It was slow, rolling rocks of her hips that dragged him along every sensitive spot inside her.
His hands slid up her back, one tangling in her hair, the other pressing her closer so their chests brushed with every breath.
He kissed her through it, soft, lingering kisses that turned deeper as pleasure built. Every thrust was measured, deliberate, like he was memorizing the way she felt around him.
Sophie’s arms wrapped around his neck, fingers in his hair, her moans spilling into his mouth as she rode him.
He flipped them gently, laying her on her back without ever leaving her body. Now he was above her, hips rolling in long, deep strokes that made her back arch off the bed.
One of his hands laced with hers, pinning it above her head; the other cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, then found her mouth again, kisses that matched the rhythm of their bodies: slow and deep, then faster, hungrier.
The room filled with the slick sound of skin on skin, their mingled breaths, soft gasps of each other’s names.
Sophie wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Right there," she whispered, voice breaking.
He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot again and again until her walls fluttered around him. He could feel her tightening, trembling, the edge rushing up fast.
His own release built low in his spine, but he held on, wanting to fall with her.
When she came, it was with his name on her lips, loud, raw, beautiful, her body clenching around him in pulsing waves that dragged him over with her.
He buried himself deep and stayed there, groaning into her neck as pleasure crashed through them both, hot and endless.
They stayed locked together afterward, foreheads pressed, breaths slowing. Bruce kissed her softly, her eyelids, her cheeks, her swollen lips, whispering how much he loved her between each one.
The city lights outside painted them in gold, but inside the room, nothing else existed. Just the two of them, tangled and glowing, the sky and the void long forgotten.