Butterfly by Nelle L’Amour

CHAPTER 52

Roman

The moment I saw Sofi in those adorable butterfly pajamas, my heart beat into a frenzy and my cock jumped to attention, straining so hard against my fly I thought it would burst out. My riotous organs were testaments to how much I missed her both emotionally and physically. To how much I love her with all I have. And because she was wearing the butterfly-print scarf I bought her around her hair like a headband, I knew her connection to me wasn’t lost. As I held her lifted in my arms and kissed her passionately, I had the pulsing urge to carry her up to her bedroom. Deposit her on the bed. Tear off her pajama bottoms and bury myself inside her. Make love to her like there’s no tomorrow.

In the backseat of the stretch limo that’s taking us back to the city, I’m still hard as a rock. My need for Sofi is so great. Overpowering. It’s been too long. But right now, as she huddles next to me, steeped in silence, I have to be strong for her. The shattering news of her father’s cancer has drained her, making her saddened and vulnerable. I made a vow to her father that I would watch over her and that’s what I’m going to do. Be there for her in every way I can and help her get through this difficult time.

About a half hour into the ride as we approach the Holland Tunnel, Sofi, wrapped in my arm, turns to me. “Roman, can anyone hear or see us back here?”

I glance at the opaque divider separating us from the driver and the tinted black windows. “No,” I say, though I’m not sure if the passenger section of the limo is soundproof. Does she want to learn more about Abra? Surprisingly, she hasn’t asked me anything about her. She caresses my cheek.

“Roman, I need to take my mind off my dad.”

Before I can console her, the hiss of a zipper sends an unexpected chill down my spine. Holy shit! She’s pulled down my fly. My fully erect cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box. Casting her eyes down, she curls her fingers around the base. My cock pulses in her palm.

“Oh, my big, beautiful Blue Morpho. I’ve missed you so much.”

Then, she bends over and kisses it. Her lips landing on my shaft like a butterfly on a flower. Sweet Jesus. How fucking good that feels. On my next heated breath, she’s on her knees in front of me, her fingers still curled around the base, her luscious lips wrapped around the crown.

Clenching my teeth, I hiss as her mouth goes down on me. She begins to slide it up and down and pump me with her hand. She hums with each stroke; I curse under my breath. My fingers dig so hard into the leather banquet I’m sure my nails have ripped it. I can’t believe how much of me she can handle. How deep she can take me. Still squeezing the base, she pumps me harder, faster, adding her velvety tongue to her pleasuring and the lightest touch of her teeth. Then, her free hand plays with my balls. I bite down on my lip. My electrically charged body stiffens. She glances up at me, catching the tortured ecstasy etched on my face, before going down on me again. Holy Mother of Christ. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten head. Where the hell did she learn how to do it? Maybe she was born sucking dick. Or she’s just so hungry for me. Throwing my head back, I squeeze both eyes shut—both the good one and bad—as the pressure mounts and my balls contract. Fuck. I’m losing all control. I’m not going to last much longer.

“My butterfly, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I manage.

Her hand tightens around my cock and with one squeeze, I explode, roaring her name as my release coats her throat. Slowly, she drags her magical mouth up my length until she reaches the tip. She sucks it voraciously, her tongue licking my cum like it’s ice cream and she can’t get enough of me.

Opening my good eye, I cradle her head in my hands, tilting it up and forcing her to let go of me. She looks so fucking ravishing, so edible; her eyes glistening like emeralds, her lips shimmering with my cum. I run a fingertip around them before she takes my cum-coated finger and puts it to her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. I’m so turned on I harden again. On impulse, I kiss her fiercely, tasting myself in her mouth. My cock throbs. My breathing grows shallow. I’ve got to have her. Our discussion about Abra is going to have to wait.

My fly still down, my engorged cock in her face, I lift myself off the seat, and in one single swift move, I lower her to the carpet, steepling her knees. Yanking off her pajama bottoms, I spread her legs, crawl between them, and put my hand to her pussy. Stroking it, caressing it, relishing her wetness. She moans.

“My butterfly, I’ve so fucking missed this.” We enter the tunnel and I bury my head between her thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her, before kissing her clit and licking it with my tongue. Her legs tremble with need. With want.

“Oh, Roman! I need you inside me! Please!”

Fuck. I love it when she begs.

“Be patient, my love.” Spreading her legs further apart, I anchor my hands beside her and let her guide my cock inside her. Inch by thick inch. God, she feels good. So fucking good. So hot. So tight. Dripping with delight. Her muscles clench around my length, and when I can penetrate her no more, I begin to pummel her to the sound of the limo whooshing through the tunnel. Harder. Faster. My flesh slapping against hers as I pick up my pace. Wrapping her legs around my haunches, she allows me to go deeper. To take her to the hilt. She fists my hair as she bucks against me, her gorgeous ass lifting each time she does. My palms are pressed to the carpet so tightly my wrists hurt. A chorus of gasps and whimpers fills my ears. Our pants collide with each forceful thrust. I feel her muscles quiver, readying for an orgasm. I hear her breathe out, “Yes, yes, YES!”

“Come with me, Butterfly,” I rasp. “And keep your eyes open. I want you to see me.” With a grunt so loud it could shatter the windows, I thrust into her one last time. At once, I combust and she sobs, shuddering all around me. We emerge from the tunnel. The glittering city awaits us.

We’ve fucked each other senseless. Succumbed to something primal. It’s what we both needed. Thoughtless, mindless, numbing pleasure. Drained, I stretch out and collapse upon her, blanketing her with my weight, her trembling legs bracketing me. Her heart beats against mine, our chests rising and falling in perfect harmony. She strokes my head as our breathing calms down.

“I love you so much, Roman.”

“Baby, the same. I couldn’t live without you.”

“Now, tell me . . . who’s Abra?” she whispers.

I lift my head from her chest and meet her just-fucked gaze.

“Madame DuBois.” Her eyes become saucers and I explain the DNA test.

A few minutes later we pull up to my atelier. My butterfly is crying tears of happiness. At long last, she knows who her real biological mother is.

She can’t wait to give her a hug.