HLnovel Chapter 225: Final: Sofia Sweet Release
Chapter 225: Final: Sofia Sweet Release
They didn’t stop.
That was the thing.
There was a natural moment after where they could have, where the ceiling and the quiet and the tiredness in their bodies would have made stopping the reasonable thing to do, and neither of them took it.
She moved first this time.
She rolled toward him and he looked at her and she looked back and something passed between them that didn’t need words and then she was kissing him again and his hand found her waist and they were back in it, easy and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world and had decided to spend it here.
He rolled her onto her back and settled over her and she pulled him down and they moved together slowly at first, finding the pace again, her hands on his back and his forearms on either side of her head.
The bedroom was quiet around them except for them.
"You good?" he said against her ear.
"Very," she said.
He kept moving.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haa— Liam—"
"Yeah."
"Don’t slow down."
He didn’t slow down.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haaaa— oh my god—"
Her hands moved from his back to his shoulders and she arched up into him and he pushed deeper and she made a sound that came from somewhere real and gripped him tighter.
They stayed there for a while, that position, comfortable and deep, her sounds steady and climbing, the rhythm of it consistent. Then he slowed and she looked up at him.
"Why are you stopping," she said.
"I’m not stopping," he said. "Turn over."
She looked at him for a second. Then she moved.
She turned onto her stomach and he settled behind her and she felt him position himself and then push in from behind and the sound that came out of her went directly into the pillow.
"Haaaa—"
Plap. Plap. Plap.
This angle was different. Deeper in a way that was immediately apparent and she grabbed the pillow with both hands and held on.
"Oh my gawd— haa— Liam—"
"Still good?" he said. His voice was steady but only just.
"So good," she said into the pillow. "Don’t stop."
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haaaa— oh my god— right there— haa—"
His hands were on her hips, holding her where he needed her, and she pushed back into each movement and the sound of it filled the bedroom and she stopped trying to keep anything quiet because there was no point anymore and the pillow was doing nothing.
"Haa— haaaa— Liam— oh my gawd—"
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
He slowed again before she got there and she turned her head on the pillow and looked back at him.
"You keep doing that," she said.
"I know," he said.
She exhaled and dropped her head back onto the pillow. "You’re going to kill me."
"No I’m not," he said. "Sit up."
She pushed herself up and he shifted and sat back against the headboard and she understood what he wanted and moved over him and sank down slowly and they both made sounds at the same time at the same moment, hers louder than his.
"Haaaa— oh—"
She sat there for a second, fully down, adjusting. He had one hand on her hip and one hand on her waist and he looked up at her and she looked down at him and her hair was all over the place and her cheeks were fully red and she looked completely undone in the best possible way.
"You good?" he said.
"Give me a second," she said.
He waited.
She rolled her hips experimentally and the sound came out of her again.
"Okay," she said. "Okay I’m good."
She started moving.
The riding position gave her the control and she used it, finding her own pace, her hands on his chest, his hands on her hips guiding without directing. She moved on him and her sounds filled the room again, her voice doing what it did when everything else fell away.
"Haa— oh my god— haaaa—"
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"You feel so good," he said. He meant it completely.
"Yeah?" she said, breathless.
"Yeah."
She moved faster.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haaaa— Liam— oh my gawd—"
He watched her above him, her body moving, her hair falling forward around her face, and thought about how she had shown up at his door with a bottle of alcohol she had carried three blocks and how natural this felt and then stopped thinking about anything because she changed the angle of her hips and whatever thought he was forming dissolved completely.
"Haa— right there— I found it— haaaa—"
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
She rode him at that angle and her sounds got continuous and climbing and his hands on her hips tightened and he pushed up to meet her and she made a sound that was almost a word and wasn’t.
He let her go for a while. Watching her, feeling everything, staying present in it. Then he shifted and she looked at him.
"Lie down," he said. "On your side."
She moved off him and lay on her side facing away from him and he moved behind her, his chest against her back, and lifted her leg slightly and pushed back in and she exhaled long and slow.
"Haaaa—"
This was slower. Closer. He could feel her breathing, could feel every small movement she made, and he moved with her rather than into her, the two of them finding a rhythm that was easy and deep and continuous.
Her hand reached back and found his hip.
"Liam."
"Yeah."
"This one is my favourite," she said.
He pushed deeper. "Yeah?"
"Haaaa— yes— oh my god yes—"
Plap. Plap. Plap.
His hand moved around her front and found the right spot and she grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, just to hold onto something.
"Oh— oh my gawd— haa— don’t stop don’t stop don’t—"
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haaaa— Liam— I’m close— I’m really close—"
"I know," he said against the back of her neck. He could feel it. She was getting tight around him and her sounds were losing shape and her hips were pushing back into every movement.
He kept going.
"Haa— haa— haaaa—"
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
He felt it building in him too now, properly, the kind of building that had a destination and was heading there whether he managed it or not. He stayed with her, matching her, his hand still working, the rhythm of it all coming together.
"Liam—" Her voice was gone to almost nothing. "I’m going to—"
"I know," he said. He was close himself now and he needed to ask and he asked it. "Can I— inside?"
She didn’t hesitate.
"Yes," she said. "Yes."
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haaaa— oh my god— haa— Liam—"
She came first, her whole body shaking, her hand gripping his wrist hard, her voice going high and breaking apart and her body pulling tight around him and he pushed through it twice more and then he was right behind her, his breath coming out hard against the back of her neck, his hand gripping her hip and pulling her into him as he finished.
Then everything stopped.
They lay there. Her back against his chest. His face in her hair. Both of them breathing. The bedroom around them was completely quiet, the city outside low and distant, touching nothing in the room.
Her hand was still on his wrist.
After a while she let it go.
"Okay," she said. Her voice was small and wrecked and completely satisfied.
"Okay," he agreed.
She laughed. Quiet and tired. He felt it against his chest.
Neither of them moved for a long time after that.
Five minutes later,
Sofia used both her hands to check her pussy and liam cum slowly started pouring out on the bed sheet, she spreaded it more before looking at Liam.
’He came so much’
Sofia looked down at herself and smiled.
"I can’t sleep like this," she said. "I genuinely cannot. I need a shower."
She said it the way you said something that was simply true and required action regardless of how tired you were.
Liam looked at her. "Go ahead."
She looked at him with the expression of someone waiting for something. The kind of look that had a specific expectation behind it and was giving him a reasonable window to figure out what it was.
He looked back at her.
The window passed.
"Okay," she said, in the tone of someone filing something away for later. She stood up from the bed and he watched her cross the room toward the bathroom, her hair everywhere, moving with the particular unhurried quality of someone who was tired but not so tired they were going to rush.
The bathroom door closed behind her.
Liam lay back against the pillows.
He looked at the ceiling.
"Hell yeah," he said.