“Yes.”
A groan escapes him; rough hands push against my thighs, pressing me back against the mattress. I can’t help taking advantage of our closeness to run my hands all over the hot, smooth skin of his back, just before his hand slips underneath the fabric once more. I draw in a sharp breath.
At first, his movements are slow, teasing. He circles around my centre, at the crease of my thighs—everywhere except where I’m craving his touch. I moan in complaint and dig my nails into the side of his stomach. “You’re torturing me,” I rasp.
This is my karma.
A throaty laugh escapes his lips. “I have waited ten years for this very moment. So forgive me if I want to take my time.” He cups his hand around me, all but really touching me. I gasp at the warmth of it. “Do you have any idea of all the things I’ve done to you in my mind? Everything I’ve imagined this would be?” He sighs, and I feel his hands shake. “None of it compared tothis. Not even close.” When his thumb strokes my most sensitive spot, I gasp again.
“God, the sounds you’re making.” As his thumb circles and strokes, he slips one finger inside me. My whole body jerks. “And you’re so wet. Fuck, Sophie …” His mouth finds mine again, and we melt together; I moan against him as his fingers and thumb keep stroking, thrusting, circling me in all the ways I need.
Pressure mounts within me, and not just from the intoxicating pleasure Will is giving me, but from everything in this moment: his closeness, his warmth, the way he reveres me with his entire being. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right, and?—
“Will,” I cry out frantically. “Oh, God, Will, I’m?—”
The pressure explodes from within, and wave after wave of pleasure courses through me; it ripples from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair, settling deep in my very bones. Will doesn’t let up, his hands softly stroking me through every wave of aftershock. My vision goes black for a moment, and if I wasn’t lying in bed, I’d collapse underneath him like a house of cards.
Finally, Will’s movements slow; his hand moves away from my centre and gathers the fabric of my underwear to pull it down my now putty-like legs. As he pulls it down, he trails his lips along my thighs, once again placing particular attention on the stretch marks I have there.
Will straightens and looks at me. Reverence hits his eyes. I no longer feel any shame over my body; a new sense of peace has settled all over me, nestling deep within my soul. “You’re a fucking goddess, Sophie. I can’t get enough of looking at you like this.”
Despite my release, the pressure starts mounting again. This wasn’t enough. I need more. From him. “Will,” I gasp, sitting up to clasp his belt. “I need you, now. I want you inside me.”
CHAPTER 26
WILL
Sophie’s whimpered words threaten to undo me right then and there.
Seeing her come undone underneath me, writhing from the pleasure I gave her, filled me with ecstasy like I’ve never felt before. I’ve been with many women. And I always aim to please, never phoning in a performance. But never has it felt so delicious, so all-consuming as this.
Because Sophie is the only woman I’ve ever loved.
It hits me like a tidal wave—the realization washes over me just as Sophie begins untying my belt. While she does, my hands stroke all over her back, her breasts, her hair—everywhere I can reach. She’s soft like silk, and I can hardly stand it, and I’m in love with her.
I’m in love with Sophie.
“Have I ever told you how ridiculously sexy you are?” She sighs as one of her hands strokes my abs, sending shivers down my spine.
“Not yet, you hadn’t.” She pulls my jeans down and I urgently step out of them, hating the few seconds I have to keep my hands away from this woman. I’m nearly shaking from the anticipation, from the absolute adoration I have for her.
Her eyes immediately focus on my boxers, which reveal how much I want her right now. She bites her bottom lip with her teeth and looks back up at me.
God damn.
She grips my ass with hunger and pulls on the fabric to lower my boxers, letting my cock spring free. I’m throbbing for her, so hard it nearly hurts. One of her soft hands wraps around my length, and I groan at the sensation of those elegant fingers on me.
As much as I revel in feeling her stroke me like this, it’s not enough. She asked for more, and I’m dying to give it to her—to be nestled deep inside her, as close as I can ever be. With one hand, I softly yet firmly press her chest to push her back against the bed; my body collides with hers and our mouths meet again, more gently this time, soaking in the tenderness that’s wrapping both of us in its feather-light touch.
My tip strokes her entrance and Sophie shudders below me, jerking her hips to press me closer to her. She’s so wet I could easily slip into her. But I can’t—not yet.
“Condom,” I whisper in her mouth before I pull away. Sophie mewls in protest now that her body is exposed to the coolness of the room, but she doesn’t stop me. With nearly shaking hands, I grab the wallet in my jeans and pull out the wrapper, expertly tearing it.
“Let me,” Sophie interrupts, her hands stopping mine. I look into her big blue eyes, about to drown in them. I don’t argue and let her take the condom away from me to let her slide it down my length. The softness with which she performs the motion rips an involuntary groan from my throat.
As soon as she’s done, she pulls me back on top of her, and everything is right again now that every inch of me is touching every inch of her. I stroke her nipple and make a trail of kisses upto her ear again, because I need to make something clear to her before I go any further.
She’s it for me. She has to know this isn’t just sex.
