“I think you’re alright, you know.” Her eyes danced when she looked at me. “I might keep you. You’re not bad in bed.”
“Good to know.” I was starting to sweat a little, and it wasn’t just due to the hot tub. I never realised I needed those words. Never before had I wanted to hear them.
She laughed and then she kissed me, bringing my head down to hers and pressing her lips to mine before opening her mouth and letting me in. My cock grew harder. My hands started to wander, down her arms over her ass, grazing my finger between her ass cheeks and under her bikini bottoms.
She pulled back from the kiss. “I love you, Liam Rosehill.”
“Thank god for that.” I let out the breath I was convinced I’d been holding for the last half an hour. “I didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think I loved you back?”
I shook my head. Why would she? I was a care home kid with no family, or no conventional family anyway. I’d spent my early teenage years knowing that the only people who showed care towards me were being paid to.
Sophie traced my lips with her finger. “I love you, you silly man. It might’ve taken an early morning flight home and a chat with a woman called Edie to admit it, but I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “Good.”
The kiss that started led us out of the hot tub and into the suite, a trail of water behind us. One of us – probably Sophie – had the sense to grab towels and throw them on the bed before we collapsed onto it, hands and mouths exploring like we were starved.
Then it hit me.
A wave of exhaustion that had me flat on my back.
Sophie laughed, now straddling me. “You may be a rock god, but you don’t have superpowers. You should be resting.”
I cupped her tits, watching how her nipples had hardened. Her bikini bottoms had been somewhere between the hot tub at the bed.
“I can rest on my back.” I pulled her down so I could take a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. She breathed my name like she was trying to tell me off but soon gave up.
My hand fed between her legs, finding her clit and flicking from it to her wet entrance. I teased, not quite applying enough pressure where she wanted it and never put more than a tip inside her.
I switched to her other nipple, repeating what I’d done, feeling her hips move more, wanting more. My cock was hard and not grabbing her hips and guiding her down onto it was becoming more and more fucking difficult.
“You should be resting.” Her words were a pant.
“After this. You can rest with me. I need inside you, Soph.”
She sat up, spreading her legs and taking hold of my dick, guiding it to her entrance. She took me in slowly, taking her time. I watched, my gaze going from her beautiful face to her tits to where we were joined. I held her hips, my knees coming up because I knew there was no way I could let her have all the control.
We’d fight for it as usual.
I nearly came right then as soon as she took me fully in. Her head dropped back and I heard the low moan from her. Her pause was too long. Started to move her up and down, my hips moving to add speed.
“You’re mine, do you know that?” The words came out when I looked into her eyes again. “I never wanted anyone to be mine before.”
“That’s good,” I felt her muscles clench around my cock. “As long as you know that the same goes. You belong to me.”
It was the first time I’d heard those words and they gave me whatever energy the crash and the coma had sapped away. I flipped her on her back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I entered her again, this time with slow hard thrusts which made her tits bounce and me ever closer to coming too soon.
It was possessiveness and need and love and I’d never had it before, this all-consumingwantfor someone.
She came saying my name, clinging onto me as she went boneless. I had the control to be able to pause and watch her for half a second, suddenly aware that I was planning to spend the rest of my life with this woman and that was a gift.
“I love you.” The words felt right, better than any song I’d written.
