Sophia shrugs, but there's a vulnerability in her expression that I don't miss. "She's easy to love." Her voice is quiet and tentative like she's admitting something she shouldn't.
"You know I didn't expect…" I say, my voice strained. "Us, you and Hazel…this."
Sophia nods, and her eyes search mine. "I know."
"But it's more, isn't it? Whether we intended it or not."
She bites her bottom lip, and I hate how much I want to taste the same spot. "Yeah," she admits. "It is."
My pulse thunders in my ears. I want to blame her for making me fall for her.
"Stay," I say, and the word hangs heavy between us. "Here. With me."
I bring my hand up to her face and dust my thumb over her bottom lip. I've missed feeling her mouth on me. I lean in slowly, trying not to spook her or break the moment, and rest my lips on hers.
"I've missed this. I've missed you," I whisper over her lips.
She presses her lips to mine, and I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up, moving my hands to help wrap her legs around my waist. She grips me so tightly that I can feel her center rub against my already hard cock. I keep one hand gripping her ass while I reach the other hand up to the back of her head. I tangle my fingers in her hair and grip it tightly so I can tilt her head back, giving me full access to slide my tongue down her neck.
She's wearing another pair of shorty shorts, and my hand easily slides underneath the hem, where I discover the barely there thong she's wearing. The pressure on my dick is painful, so I turn and walk down the hall to my bedroom.
I spread her across the bed and take a moment to appreciate her beauty.
"You have no idea how stunning you are. You take my breath away.”
I watch as she blushes, loving how she can be one of the most famous and beloved actresses in the country and still act as if she doesn't believe it's true.
I peel her shorts and panties off and raise her shirt over her head, groaning when I see she isn't wearing a bra. Myhands instantly reach for her breasts, and I mold my fingers around them as my thumbs brush over her pebbled nipples. I lean down to taste one, running my tongue around her peak, taking it into my mouth, pulling and sucking on her.
She brings her hands up to my head and runs her fingers through my hair as she whispers, “I’ve missed you.”
"Tell me what you want."
"Touch me. More. All over."
I pull my mouth back and run my hands down over her waist and to her hips and rest them on her lower abdomen, right above her pussy. I let my thumbs graze over the top of her lips and watch her twist, eager for more.
I move my hands to her thighs, and I push them apart, spreading her wide for me.
"Fuck, Sophia, you're glistening. Is all that for me?"
I look up at her, catching the blush on her cheeks again as I watch her bring her hands to caress her own breasts.
The grin pasted across my lips must look predatory, but I can't worry about that right now because I have a feast before me, waiting to be eaten.
I use my thumbs to pull her apart, and I lick from her opening to the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. I swirl my tongue around, listening to her gasp and moan, and move back down, lapping up every bit of her.
Being with her feels so damn natural like we've been doing this for years. It's not just the way we're together physically—it's everything else. We should be too busy for this, too busy to make it work, but somehow, it's easy. It's not about finding time—it's like the time finds us, and it fitslike it's always been there waiting. I told myself I didn't want this, but I do.
"Grant, Grant, Grant…" She's chanting my name as if she's pacing it to sync up with her climax.
I dip two fingers into her heat and curl them to reach that place inside her that I know drives her wild. I can already feel her clenching around me.
"Grant, I'm going to come."
Her release is almost immediate, and I can feel pre-cum leaking from me. I'm so fucking hard for her. She sits up almost immediately and pushes me back.
"I want to taste you, please."
