Sorry this has taken so long - I've been reading lots of stories for inspiration, and this is my first time writing any kind of sex scene, so feedback is appreciated (good or constructive). Enjoy!
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"Touch me."
Daniel's brain took a moment to process what Sophie had just said to him, even as other parts of his body reacted instantly to the mindblowingly sexy combination of her words, her whisper, and the way her warm breath tickled his ear.
"Are you sure?" he asked, swallowing hard, wanting to make absolutely certain that this was real, that he had not died and gone to heaven.
"Yes."
Sophie's consent was all Daniel needed.
He began with her face - tracing its shape with both of his hands, running the tips of his fingers over her cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, chin, filling in the shape of her face in his mind's eye. He ran his thumb over her lips, dragging it over the fullness of her lower lip, a sense of smug satisfaction filling him as he heard the subtle change in her breathing as it became heavier.
From here he moved to her ears, marveling at their softness, then down the sides of her neck. He felt the hollow of her collarbone, imagined what it would be like to run his tongue along the groove it made, and losing his restraint, leaned in and bit lightly at the curve of her neck, his tongue soothing the spot. She tasted sweet, like vanilla. He wanted more. Hearing Sophie gasp, Daniel moved back up and took her earlobe between his teeth, tracing it with the tip of his tongue, causing Sophie to squirm against him.
"Do you like that?" he whispered, huskily.
"Mmmm hmmm" was the only response Sophie could manage. The way Daniel was flicking at her earlobe was driving her to distraction, and causing a whole host of interesting sensations throughout her body. Fiery, liquid hot sensations.
Regaining her senses, she said teasingly "but I asked you to touch me, not taste," .
"Fine," grumbled Daniel as he moved away, but not before making her see stars by sucking at an absolutely delicious spot just below her ear.
It took all the power he possessed not to rip off her clothes right then and there, to tease her mercilessly with his hands and his mouth, and the only thing holding him back was the knowledge that Sophie was not ready. Though her tone had been light-hearted, he knew she would not stop him had she felt comfortable.
He resumed his explorations, finding, to his delight, that Sophie was wearing a tank top that day. Lightly, he skimmed his fingers over the expanse of her skin, reveling in how soft it felt. He ran both hands down her arms, and then focused his attentions on one hand at a time, rubbing his thumb over each palm, feeling its grooves, its lines, before intertwining his fingers with hers.