Free Web NovelChapter 205: What Seven Hours of Longing Can Do
They switched naturally, instinctively, Sophie released his upper lip only for him to catch hers again, drawing it in with slow, loving suction.
Every movement was unhurried, exploratory, full of quiet affection. Their breaths mingled warmly, shallow and sweet.
As the kiss deepened, Stan’s hands began to roam. One slid down her curvy waist, tracing the dramatic dip where her body narrowed before flaring into full, feminine hips.
The thin nightgown felt like liquid silk under his palms. He moved lower, filling his hands with the generous, firm flesh of her ass again, squeezing possessively and pulling her closer.
His other hand explored her soft flat stomach, fingers gliding over the smooth fabric, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, before traveling upward to cup one of her heavy breasts.
He squeezed it tenderly, thumb brushing over the hardened peak of her nipple through the sheer material, fondling its full weight with slow, appreciative strokes.
Sophie moaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating sweetly against his lips.
She tilted her head slightly, offering more of herself, and dipped her tongue tentatively into his mouth, brushing it against his in a slow, romantic dance. The warmth and wetness of her tongue sent sparks through him.
Stan responded by sliding his hand up into her hair, fingers combing gently through the silky strands, cradling the back of her head as he angled the kiss deeper.
His other hand stayed firmly on her ass, pressing her body flush against his so her large, soft breasts pillowed heavily against his chest, the heat of them radiating through his shirt.
Sophie kept her arms wrapped around him, palms pressed flat against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart.
She poured every ounce of emotion into the kiss, the worry from earlier, the relief, the deep affection, and the aching desire that had built up while she waited.
Their bodies moved subtly together, hips shifting, breasts pressing and yielding, hands exploring with growing hunger.
What started slow and romantic gradually gained vigor. The gentle sucking became deeper, more passionate.
Their tongues intertwined more boldly, sliding and tasting, breaths coming faster. Soft moans escaped her, and low growls rumbled from his throat.
The parking lot faded completely; there was only the heat between them, the press of her curves, the taste of her lips, and the way her body molded so perfectly to his.
Finally, they broke apart, both gasping for air. Sophie’s chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling noticeably against him, lips swollen and flushed.
She reached up, delicately holding his chin with her fingers, her gaze drifting lovingly to his mouth.
"Oh... how much I missed these nice lips of yours," she murmured, voice husky and full of emotion. "I missed you so much, Stan. I just can’t get enough..."
Stan smiled, eyes dark with desire and affection. "Well, what are you doing?"
Sophie blinked, still a little dazed. "What?"
"I’m the one who should be doing that," he teased gently, voice low.
She thought for a second, then burst into soft, sparkling laughter, the sound warm and melodic in the quiet parking garage.
"Is that an alpha male thing?" she asked, eyes dancing with amusement and love.
Stan chuckled.
Smiling, Sophie said softly, "If me holding your chin and admiring your lips makes you feel some type of way... I’m sorry. You can do the same to me. I like it, unlike a certain somebody."
Stan simply smiled, giving her a teasing look...
Sophie’s teasing laughter softened into a tender smile seeing the look on his face. "Do it... I want you to."
The playful air shifted back into thick, tense romance.
Stan lifted his hand, gently holding her chin the way she had done to him. His thumb traced slowly along her lower lip, savoring its softness, the slight swell from their kiss.
"Nice lips..." he whispered, voice rough with want.
Their mouths came together again, even more passionately this time. The kiss was deeper, slower in places and urgent in others.
Stan sucked her lower lip while his thumb continued stroking her jaw.
Sophie melted into him completely, her tongue seeking his with open longing. Their bodies pressed tightly together, her breasts squishing warmly against his chest, his hands roaming her waist, her hips, her ass, pulling her impossibly closer.
Every curve of hers was a revelation under his touch. Sophie’s fingers clutched at his shirt, then slid up to his neck, holding him like she never wanted to let go.
They kissed like the world outside didn’t exist, slow, savoring pulls of lips, teasing flicks of tongue, shared breaths, and quiet murmurs of affection between kisses. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"I love you..." she breathed against his mouth at one point. "So much it scares me sometimes."
"I’m right here," he replied softly between kisses. "Not going anywhere."
When they finally pulled apart again, both were breathing hard, foreheads resting together.
Sophie’s eyes were glassy with emotion and desire, cheeks beautifully flushed.
She smiled, then took his wrist in her soft hand and began gently tugging him toward the elevator.
"Well... allow your bad girl to become a good girl for a moment," she said playfully, voice still a little breathless, "and stop keeping you waiting out here any longer. Let me take you inside, feed you that good pasta I made... and take care of you properly."
Stan laughed warmly, letting her lead him, his fingers intertwining with hers as they walked.
"Sounds perfect," he said, pulling her closer so he could kiss the side of her head. "Lead the way, my good girl."
Sophie glanced back at him with a radiant, loving smile, her nightgown swaying around her thighs with every step, the silky fabric still clinging to her incredible curves.
"You know... I like the sound of that," she whispered. "Your good girl. But I might still be a little bad later... just for you."
Sophie’s fingers remained gently wrapped around Stan’s wrist as she led him across the quiet parking garage toward the private elevator. The soft pad of her flat slippers and the click of his shoes echoed faintly in the space.
Her champagne nightgown swayed with each step, the thin silk clinging to the lush curve of her hips and the generous swell of her ass, occasionally teasing glimpses of her smooth thighs.
Stan walked close beside her, his hand eventually sliding from her wrist to rest possessively on the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate fabric.
