“Shh, sweetheart, it’s just a dream.” He whispered the words, his lips against her hair, and she turned in to his touch. Shifting to face him, she pressed her hands to his chest and for a moment he worried that she’d push him away.
“I didn’t know,” she said, her voice rough with sleep.
“I know. I’m sorry.” He bent to kiss her forehead but she raised her face, stretching to claim his lips with hers.
It was like matches and gasoline. Between one breath and the next, he went from being glad she was there to needing to be inside her. He tugged at her T-shirt, baring her breast to his hands. His mouth. Rolling her onto her back, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and suckled her—long, hard pulls that had her hips thrusting off the bed. He worried he might be too rough, but she gripped his hair, holding him to her breast, urging him to take more. To nip and bite and suck harder as he worked his way between her breasts.
“Please.” The word came out on a breath, so full of need, and in that moment, he knew he’d do anything she asked of him. “Inside me. Please.”
He slid his hand into her panties, his fingers playing over her slick folds as her hips bucked into his touch. Pushing two fingers inside her, he set up the rhythm he knew worked for her. Alternating gentle thrusts with curling his fingers to stroke inside her, he wound her higher. She clenched around his hand and he could tell she was close. In such a short period of time, he’d learned what she liked, how she wanted to be touched and he knew no matter what happened, making Sophie come would always be one of his greatest pleasures.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said as she rode his hand, her desire pushing her to meet him with every thrust of her hips. “Take what you need.”
Keeping up the rhythm with his hand, he tugged her nipple between his teeth and then suckled her as her body tightened. He felt the moment the orgasm took her. Her back bowed and her body pulsed around him, milking his fingers with the force of her climax. She cried out, first his name and then something deeper, primal, and his cock throbbed with the force of it. Her desire, her need, her release—all tied to him as if they were bound together.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He repeated the words like a chant as the tremors shaking her body slowed.
“Make love to me,” she said, her words barely more than a whisper.
For a moment, he wondered if she’d said the words or if he’d projected what he wanted to hear. But then she reached for him and he stopped wondering. Snagging a condom from the nightstand, he sheathed himself. He braced his body over her and spread her legs, opening for him. She was so slick, so wet for him. He pressed the head of his cock at her opening and she tipped her hips up to meet him, drawing him in with her legs wrapped around his waist. Wedded together, his body pinning hers, he froze, lost in the sweet sensation of Sophie in his arms, her scent surrounding him, her body holding his.
She was the one who moved, pressing her heels into his ass, pulling him closer. He thrust into her and she met him, every stroke taking them higher until there was nothing left to do but fall. Cupping her head with his hand, he cradled her to his chest, needing to tell her with his body what he still couldn’t say out loud. That she was precious. That he needed her.That, oh God, she was everything to him.
He rocked his hips forward, careful to grind against her clit until he felt her body tighten again. Clinging to each other, wordless because there wasn’t anything they could say, they tipped over the edge together as the climax rolled over them. Layer upon layer of pleasure stitching their hearts together.
