“I admitted to my part, the rest is on you,” he said, lifting his arm and draping it around my shoulders.
“You went to see your ex, got mad because she lied to you, then got mad because I said I didn’t want to marry you in the first place. Nowhere in there does it translate to Sophie was wrong. That’s all you.”
He laughed and pulled me onto his lap. I adjusted my body so I straddled him and he just stared at me for a minute before hekissed my neck first, then my lips and various spots on my face. After a few seconds of that, he just stared at me.
“You don’t want to marry me, Sophie?”
“No,” I said with a straight face and he laughed. It was the truth. I hadn’t even considered that and why would I? I meant what I said about co-parenting.
“Okay,” was all he said before kissing me again.
My shirt was then pulled over my head and his lips teased my nipples before they moved to my neck again. With my head back and my hands on his chest, I enjoyed the feel of him pleasing me. One thing for sure was this baby had my hormones on ten.
“Stand up,” Trooper demanded. He worked my shorts down my thighs before his hands moved up between them.
After strumming my clit a few times, he stood and stepped out of his clothes and guided me toward the sofa again. This time I was on my knees, facing the back with Trooper behind me. His hand dipped between my legs, massaging my center again, which was already nice and wet for him.
I held my breath, waiting for what I knew would happen, but I still wasn’t prepared when he entered me.
My body tensed as he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me into him while he pushed inside me.
“Mmmhmm yes,” I mumbled, covering his hand that rested on my stomach with mine like it would somehow lessen the pressure I felt from him being so deep.
“Shit, you feel good, Sophie.” Trooper pulled out slowly and entered me with the same pace a few more times before I felt his hand against my back and I was pushed into the back of the sofa.
He picked up his pace, his fingers digging into my sides while he held on tightly and pumped in and out of me vigorously.
“Sophie?” he whispered against my ear as he leaned down and pressed his body into mine.
“Mmmhmm…”
“You sure you don’t want to marry me?”
My eyes, which had been closed, popped open and a smirk crossed my face. Trooper was trying to use sex to change my mind.
“Positive.”
Trooper chuckled and dove in deeper. As if he’d planned it, Trooper found and touched places I didn’t know were available to him. My eyes closed and my teeth sank into my lip while I tried my best to accept what he was delivering.
Every time I threw it back, he hit me deeper, making sure to hold me against him so I had no relief.
“Hold, on, hold on… Just give me… oh shit.” I started rambling after he picked up his pace and his fingers created friction against my clit. I was done for, and just as my body began to tremble, Trooper’s lips found my neck and sucked my skin. I had too many sensations in different areas of my body, so I gave up and let go.
My orgasm brought his to the surface because a few pumps later he fell against my back and I felt his heavy breathing against my ear.
“I’ll find somebody else to share this with every night since you’re so positive you don’t want to marry me.” Trooper kissed my cheek, pulled out of me, and left the living room.
I rolled my eyes at his childish ass. Men always wanted to talk about women being insecure, but the second they felt like a woman could live without them, they turned into little boys. I couldn’t even complain, because if his feelings were hurt, that meant he cared, and right now, that was all the confirmation I needed.
“Sophie, wake up.”
I felt Trooper’s lips on the side of my face and heard him whispering my name, but I was tired and didn’twant to move. Not being at work every day was making me lazy, but I’d deal with that later. Right now, I just wanted to sleep.
“I’m up,” I muttered lowly before tugging at the covers and pulling them around my body tighter. I heard Trooper chuckle before he spoke.
“I’m going to grab breakfast from that place you like down the street. I’ll be right back. You want coffee?”
“Mmmhmm,” I said, already drifting again and not trying to waste time processing whatever he said.
