So F Responsive

Chapter 47 - So F Responsive

Torin set her down on the edge of the mattress and stayed close, one knee braced between her thighs so their faces remained only inches apart. The quiet of the bedroom settled around them, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing.

Kelly’s hands rose to his face, palms warm against his jaw, and she drew him in again. This kiss was slower than the ones before, deeper, the kind that asked questions neither of them was ready to answer out loud. Her lips parted under his, tongue brushing his in a tentative stroke that made his chest tighten. He answered with the same care, tasting the lingering salt of earlier tears and the heat that had replaced them.

When they finally pulled back for air, her forehead rested against his.

“I keep thinking I’ll wake up and this will have been another one of those nights I only imagined,” she whispered.

Torin’s thumbs traced the line of her cheekbones. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere tonight.”

She nodded once, then reached for the top button of his shirt. Her fingers worked it free, then the next, and the next, each small victory of fabric parting revealing more of the warm skin beneath. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders with both hands, letting it fall to the floor. Her palms smoothed down the planes of his chest, over the faint ridges of muscle, as if memorizing him.

Torin stayed still for her, watching the way her eyes softened while she touched him.

Only when she finished did he return the gesture. He found the hem of her blouse and lifted it slowly, waiting for her arms to rise so he could draw it over her head. The fabric whispered away. Beneath it, the thin lace of her bralette cupped her breasts, the dark circles of her nipples already visible through the delicate material.

He leaned in and kissed the hollow of her throat, then the upper swell of one breast above the lace, then the other. Kelly’s breath hitched.

“T-Torin…”

“I know,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve got you.”

He reached behind her and unhooked the clasp with careful fingers. The lace loosened. He slid the straps down her arms one at a time, watching the soft weight of her breasts settle free.

The moment the cool air hit her bare breasts, her nipples tightened into hard, aching peaks, the skin around them pebbling tight. Torin didn’t waste a second. He cupped both heavy tits in his big hands, the heat of his palms a sharp contrast to the chill, thumbs dragging slow, deliberate circles over the stiffened buds. Each made her breath hitch, a quiet, broken sound slipping from her throat as her back arched into his touch.

He kept going, rolling the sensitive tips between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to send a jolt straight down between her legs. Her hips twitched. He watched her face the whole time, eyes dark, that half-smirk curling his mouth like he already knew exactly how soaked she was getting.

Then he lowered his head. “Look at these,” he muttered, voice rough. “So fucking responsive. Gonna keep them like this all night.”

He took one nipple between his lips and sucked—deep, steady, the kind of pull that made her back arch, and her fingers dig into his hair. He stayed there, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks down her spine, before switching to the other breast and giving it the same thorough attention.

Kelly’s head tipped back, eyes half-closed, a soft, continuous murmur of his name leaving her lips. He didn’t rush. He lavished each nipple in turn, drawing them deeper into the heat of his mouth, sucking until they were flushed and sensitive, until her hips began a restless shift against the thigh still pressed between hers.

When he finally lifted his head, her hands were already at his belt. The buckle came free under her fingers. She worked the button and zipper open, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear together. Torin rose just enough to help her push the fabric down his hips.

His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, the head flushed dark. Kelly’s gaze dropped to it, and something hungry and tender moved across her face at the same time.

She wrapped her fingers around him.

The first stroke was slow, exploratory, learning the exact weight and heat of him in her palm. She slid from base to tip and back again, thumb sweeping over the sensitive head to spread the bead of moisture that had gathered there.

Torin’s breath left him in a low, rough exhale. He braced one hand on the mattress beside her hip and let her work him, watching the way her smaller hand looked around his shaft, the way her wrist flexed with each deliberate pull.

“God, Kelly,” he managed, voice strained.

She looked up at him, still stroking, still holding his gaze. “I want to feel every part of you tonight.”

He answered by leaning in and claiming her mouth again, the kiss turning deeper while her hand continued its steady rhythm on his cock. Between kisses, he reached for the button of her jeans.

She lifted her hips to help him, and together they worked the denim and her panties down her legs until both garments ed the growing pile on the floor. Now there was nothing left between them.

Skin against skin.

Her free hand found the back of his neck and pulled him closer while the other kept stroking him—firm, unhurried, the kind of touch that said she was in no rush to finish, only to feel him respond.

Torin broke the kiss only long enough to return to her breasts. He took one nipple back into his mouth and sucked harder this time, the wet heat of his tongue and the steady pressure of his lips drawing a longer, shakier sound from her. His hand covered the other breast, fingers rolling the peak in time with the pull of his mouth. Kelly’s strokes on his cock faltered for a moment as pleasure spiked through her, then resumed, tighter now, matching the intensity he was giving her.

They stayed like that—kissing when they could, trading soft, broken words between breaths, her hand moving on him while his mouth and hands devoted themselves to the soft weight of her breasts—until the air in the room felt thick with everything they were finally allowing themselves to want.

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