She's everything to me, too.
My mom always cautioned me to be patient with love, that it would find me when I didn't expect it.
I glance down at her and find her giggling at the movie—Hocus Pocus, because we wanted something comforting, nostalgic, yet appropriate for the season.
Despite the weight loss, the fatigue, the neuropathy, and the on-and-off nausea—she'shappy. She's laughing. I lean forward and press a kiss to her neck, my beard tickling the sensitive skin there. She lets out another giggle and turns her face toward mine, eyes sparkling.
Yeah, love definitely found me.
The only thing that could have made today more perfect would have been if my dad were here to celebrate too.
I could picture it—him in the corner with my mom, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched us dance around the store to the Monster Mash. Jane and Atticus would still sit out on the dancing, staying in their own little quiet world together. Parker and Tonya would still be doing those awful robot dances that make us laugh till our stomachs hurt. I would still be gently twirling Sophie around, her standing on my booted feet while I guided us, holding her close and inhaling her marshmallow scent.
My dad would have loved Sophie. He would have clapped me on the back and told me he was proud of me, like he always used to, and would have told me to hang onto that girl. I miss him, especially today. But when I looked over earlier and saw my mom smile softly toward the empty chair beside her, murmuring under her breath like she was speaking to someone no one else could see... I knew he was here. In some way.
All in all, this is the best birthday of my life.
Because of the woman in my arms.
Gently cupping Sophie's cheek, I brush my thumb against her soft lips and wipe a stray bit of chocolate smudged there. Licking it off my thumb, I see her pupils dilate, and she grins, leaning over to place the pint of ice cream on the side table.
She kisses me once before sliding from my lap, grabbing one of the throw pillows, and plopping it on the ground. I'm about to ask what she's doing when she kneels on the pillow, and my brain goes blank.
Oh.
"Can I suck your cock, Callum?"
"Jesus," I gasp out, feeling said appendage jump in my pants at her question, like it's answering with a resoundingYES."I... yeah, if you want to..."
"Oh, Iwant," Sophie bites her bottom lip as her hands trail up and down my thighs slowly. She undoes my belt, then the button of my jeans, and finally reaches the bottom of my shirt. "Can I see you?"
Nodding, I reach back and pull my shirt off. Sophie's eyelids go a little heavy when my torso is revealed, which only makes pride swell through me. I'm not as cut as some other guys; I carry a little more weight in my chest and some padding on my belly—thanks to April's sweets and my love of ice cream, and now Sophie's banana bread, which has become an addiction.
But Sophie's eyes had gone hazy when she first saw me without my shirt. She called me handsome.
Mine.I had almost completely lost my mind at that word. With her pink-painted fingers, she reaches up and traces my chest, running her hands through the hair on it, then moves to my stomach, making me clench my core. My girl's hands are always a little bit cold, but her touch feels like it's burning me in the best way.
She reaches for my jeans, and I stand up, allowing her to pulldown my jeans and boxers, my hard-as-nails cock springing free. There's a brief moment of being self-conscious, hoping that she likes what she sees, but it all goes away when I get a good look at the expression on her face.
"Oh..." Sophie says, her voice breathless and awed. She reaches up to my hips and gently pushes, silently telling me to sit back down.
"What?" I ask, once I'm settled back on the couch.
"It's..." she swallows, meeting my eyes once more and smiling that sexy little grin. "Just... I'm a lucky girl."
I scoff and shake my head, the image of her naked body filling my mind again. "I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one, baby."
"Hmm... I'd say we're both pretty lucky then," Sophie says, gently grasping me with her hand and then stroking up and down. My head drops back from the feeling, and I groan as her grip tightens slightly. Her movements are slow, slightly twisting at the top, and I feel my breathing start to quicken.
"Oh, God," I breathe out, before looking back at her. Right as our eyes make contact again, she smiles and drops her head, taking me into her mouth. My fists clench on the couch next to me, and I have to grit my teeth, the pleasant sensations radiating down to my toes as she raises and lowers her head, sucking and licking.
"Fuck...Sophie..."I choke out, reaching out to gently touch her cheek, trailing my fingers down to the back of her neck. I don't want to grab at her scalp, knowing how tender it can get. She makes eye contact with me again, and the sight of my cock in her mouth while those beautiful blue-green eyes look at me. "That feels amazing, sweet girl."
"Has anyone ever done this before?" she asks, popping off and licking her lips, still stroking up and down. The wetness from her mouth allows her to stroke me easily. I shake my head at her question. I mainly had just donehand stuffand then penetrativesex with my exes. And those experiences don't even comecloseto what I'm feeling right now. Sophie smiles at this, "Good. I'm glad I'm the first."
She licks the underside and swirls her tongue around the sensitive part up top, causing my hips to jerk. She smiles, wraps her lips around the tip, and sucks while continuing to stroke me. When she starts moving her head up and down again in motion with her hand, I know I'm done for.
"Sophie... I'm..." I start to warn her, to pull off if she wants, but she shakes her head.
