Sophie's head was spinning. Did she truly just say that to him? Howl bent his head and continued placing butterfly kisses all over the surface of her skin. Heat was left as he left and went to kiss up her chest, finding her lips. Howl worked his way back down again. The closer he got to her moist cave, the more jumpy she became. Sophie had never received oral and she seemed reluctant as she clamped her legs shut as Howl set his eyes on it and started lowering his head toward it. When he looked up to her, hair had fallen into his face. It made her heart flutter wildly, praying she didn't faint from the events she assumed were about to occur.

A smile showed on Howl's face as he left her lower half alone. His eyes lingered there regardless, showing his interest. Howl crawled up to her, raising an eyebrow at her. "Are you red or what?" He smiled wider.

Sophie blinked as she took in his question, her lips parting at first to answer. When she took it in, her lips pursed into a straight line and she rolled away from him. A chuckle sounded as well as rustling as Howl got to his feet. He inched over to her to pick her up. He went to her bed to retrieve his blanket, wrapping it around the two and stepping out of her bedroom. For a moment, she thought they were heading to his room but he kept on walking. "Howl? Where are you—"

"I have a surprise for you, Sophie," Howl interrupted, keeping quiet as he headed down the stairs and for the door.

Sophie started to stir, blinking as he paused to adjust the dial next to the door. He turned it to a deep purple, which dawned on her that it was a completely new color than what she was used to. She blinked a couple more times at this, watching as he reached for the doorknob. It was almost as if Howl was being slow on purpose, but when he pulled it open, she found darkness like the Black on the dial. Howl had covered her eyes.

She heard nothing but the soft rustle of grass blowing in the wind. She gave a shudder. If she hadn't have known better, she would have thought this was the meadow. She heard frogs croaking, water from the creak. It definitely sounded like what she was thinking. But soon everything was silent. Howl had opened something and there was the sound of him walking on wood. Sophie soon found herself on a soft, plush bed. She blinked her eyes open, staring up at him and looking around. It was a majestic looking house. Larger than the cottage she saw that Howl had studied in as a child. It was nothing but a huge bedroom and a square that probably lead to a bathroom. She looked back to him. "Did you seriously create this just for this occasion?" She felt embarrassed.

"No, but I did want a place we could go without getting bothered. Markl will be fine for a couple of hours."

Sophie was just about to ask about Markl when he said this, giving a sigh. She loved Markl and didn't want anything to happen to him while she was gone. In the process of thinking about this, Howl sat down beside her and pulled her gently onto his lap, facing him. If she hadn't looked before, she definitely noticed now. Six inches of flesh was poking at her. She stared. It wasn't until Howl laughed that she looked up, almost startled. His smile and laugh were incredibly mesmerizing. Sophie suddenly reddened, looking away. Howl pulled her back to look at him and planted his lips onto hers. It felt like forever which she would give anything to stay like this, but he pulled back. Howl caressed her rose colored cheek, staring into the chocolate brown of her eyes. "So tell me… What is this dream you keep talking about?"

Sophie averted her gaze for a moment. "It was about you."

Howl's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Was I good?"

Sophie narrowed her eyes up at him in confusion. "Good? You mean—No, it was scary."

"Was I cruel?"

Sophie nodded quickly. In a flash, she was on her back with her hands trapped above her head. She became nervous as he hovered over her, but she definitely wasn't terrified. She could feel his hard-on throbbing against her inner thigh. "Did I do this?" he asked, abrupt confusion washing over her.

It was sudden. Howl came down on her gentle and affectionately. His kiss made her feel hot on the inside, her temperature rising when his tongue slipped inside and wrestled with her own. His hands wandered down to her small breasts, squeezing and caressing. Her vaginal area started to become moist and bothersome, causing her to stir. Howl lifted from her, letting her breathe. He wore a smirk, looking quite stunning in his current position with his hair falling into his face. Sophie had to look away in embarrassment, her heart racing. "Howl, I don't—"

"Shhh," he cooed, caressing her cheek softly.

Instead of continuing, he got up from her. He disappeared. Did he just use magic? Sophie blinked multiple times, staring into darkness. Suddenly it was lighter, but the light was dim. The area was filled with candles. The room smelled of roses. She looked around and Howl was there at the doorway. He had a tray in his hands. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. The tray had various things on it. He came over and set the tray down on the bed beside where she lay. She got a better look at it. "I'm going to have my fun with you," he purred, just as she took note of the chocolate syrup and whipped cream.

Sophie narrowed her eyes at him. Just what was he going to do?

She scooted back a little, sitting up in the process. In the blink of an eye, it was definite that he was using magic on her. He was suddenly on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She attempted to move them as well as her legs, but they didn't budge. "That's not fair!" she shouted at him, staring at him with a look of frustration and eagerness in her deep brown eyes.

Howl disregarded her, busying himself with the ingredients on the tray. He picked up a bowl, filled with dark, thick syrup. He positioned himself back over her and the sudden cold of the syrup made her jump. Howl seemed to be leaving teasing trails of the chocolate syrup across the surface of her, many times running too close to her vaginal area. The least she expected was for him to take his place back over her. Her hands were free as soon as his lips found hers, but Howl slipped his hands into hers, interlacing their fingers. Howl pulled back, ducking his head. Warmth ran across the trails of the sticky syrup. He licked at her neck, leading down to her breasts, and further down to her navel. Trails of fire were left in his tracks. She was melting almost when she realized the strange feeling between her legs. She had immediately buckled, writhing about. Howl was having his fun, licking at her moist opening and suckling on her clitoris when Sophie gushed, giving a chuckle that seemed to make her tense up and shiver. Sophie smiled, covering her face with her free hands. "You came fast…" Howl purred, his voice far away.

When Sophie pulled her hands from her face, she looked to seem him busying himself with something. The bed was cleared off now. He returned, sitting in front of her. Sophie was free again, allowing her to slowly sit up. She was dizzy. Narrowing her eyes to him, she blushed and looked away. His member was standing erect and waving at her, throbbing vigorously. Howl took her hands tenderly, pulling her closer. "It won't bite, not like me anyway," he cooed, kissing her forehead.

Sophie stared, warm in the face as he guided her to his hard-on. When she touched it, she gasped and pulled away. It throbbed happily. Howl guided her back, leaving her to at least relax a little around him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling it throb many times in response. It was warm and soft. "Stroke it," he murred, his eyes on her.

Sophie glanced up to him, staring for the longest of times at his majestic face. Eagerness was starting to show in his eyes, no longer smiling. When he smirked slightly, raising a hand to touch her cheek, she looked back to his shaft. She did exactly as he said, stroking gently from the bottom to top and repeating the process. His sigh made her blush. When his hand came down to hers, gripping it. "It's not that sensitive. Grip it some more," he said, his voice seeming rough the more she listened to him.

Sophie obeyed and he sighed more, leaning back on his hands, his head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. She was sure he wasn't really staring at the ceiling, though. His eyes were closed, the look on his face showing bliss. Sophie's heart fluttered like a bird's, staring down at his shaft as she stroked it. Her face reddened more, leaning down. Closer… Closer… Her mouth opened and closed around the head. Howl nearly jumped out of his skin, swearing. He gave a moan, the first she had heard from him. He still kept his position, leaning back on his hands, but she could tell that he wasn't staring upwards. He was staring directly at her when she glanced up at him; his face was tinted a light red. "Sophie," he huffed, sending electricity throughout her body.

The taste was new to her, but it wasn't bothersome. She never had problems with her gag reflex, so she kept taking him deeper and deeper out of curiosity until she felt him tense, a hand digging through her hair and gripping. Her head came up to pull out, but he nudged her back down. When she came back up, he did the same thing. When she repeated this a couple times, he groaned again. Something about this made her warm and wet again, pushing her to keep going to receive the same sexy sounds he'd been giving her. Minutes ticked by. Her jaw had started to ache as she had picked up the pace on giving him oral. Howl tensed beneath her. "Ah… Sophie, I'm…" he words trailed off as he tensed again. His hands found her hair and forced her to stop.

Howl spurted into her mouth, leaving Sophie to blink multiple times and wince slightly. It was bad tasting, but even then her gag reflex didn't act up. She just found the taste very foul. When it was over, she pulled from him, looking up at him in almost disgust. Howl couldn't see straight, but he sat up and narrowed his eyes at her. "Sophie?" he asked, blinking. His voice was still rough sounding.

Sophie didn't want to, but she swallowed, just to get the taste off of her tongue. Howl handed her a glass of water, which she took happily and downed quickly. The taste was soon gone, but that was the least of her worries as Howl pushed her down, straddling her. Howl's face was redder than she had ever seen it. "May I?" he murred, glancing over her. His fingers found her moistness, leaving him to grin.

Sophie nodded slowly. He left her and he was back at the dresser against the wall where he put the tray. She had noticed that he didn't go limp, still hard. He returned, blinking at him. Protection? She thought, murring as his lips found hers and his hand looped under her. "Ah… Sophie… I love you, I do."

"I love you, too…" she said, whimpering a little. Her eyes had watered out of happiness.

Howl ran his fingers up and down her chest, adding to the butterflies in her stomach. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his shaft prodding at the warmth of her opening. Sophie stared up him. He was so close it was almost hard to breathe… He pressed inside more, the head popping in. Howl closed his eyes for a second, and then reopened to lock on to her deep brown orbs. "Ready, my flower?"

Sophie stared into the blue of his eyes, lost in his gaze. She nodded slowly again. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to be mine…" he murred, nuzzling his head into her neck lovingly.

(It's been awhile! But I'm finally out of college for the Summer. One more chapter, guys!)