I let her keep touching me until I’m close to losing control. Then I pull her hand away from me and say, “It’s incredible, Soph. What you’re doing. But I want to make you feel good before I finish.”
She frowns. “But?—”
“Soph. I amthisclose to coming right now. And that is not how I want our second first time to go.”
“Our second first—” Understanding dawns. “Right.” A smile lifts her lips. “Well. How wouldyoulike it to go?”
“With you wearing less clothing, to start.”
“Okay. Do you want to take it off? Or should I?”
Fuck.
“I will,” I reply roughly. Then I peel her tempting leggings off, revealing her perfect legs inch by inch. Her panties are next, answering the question I’ve been wondering for the last few days—shaved, trimmed, or all natural?
Neatly trimmed, I discover—short, dark curls that do nothing to hide the evidence of her arousal. I stroke the velvety soft skin at her center, feeling the hot dampness waiting for me. Sofia’s legs fall open and her hips jerk as I find her exposed bud and flick it gently.
“Nico,” she gasps. “Oh?—”
I want to touch her everywhere. Her thighs. Her breasts. Her stomach. Every inch of her satiny soft skin.
Belatedly realizing her shirt is still on, I pull it over her head and add it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. “No bra?” I ask with an arch of my brow.
Sofia’s lips quirk. “Wishful thinking?”
I take a nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. She arches into my mouth. A flush spreads across her chest. “Nico, oh, God.”
I reach my hand between her thighs again. This time I plunge one finger inside her, reveling in the feel of her inner muscles clutching at me.
And oh, shit. She’s hot and wet and so tight...
My dick throbs. Aches. It wants to be inside her.Now.
But she needs to be ready, first.
This needs to be better than good. It needs to be perfect.
Sofia wraps her hand around me again, stroking me from root to tip. My eyes nearly roll back into my head. “Soph,” I groan. “I’m too close.”
I feel like a damn teenager, on the verge of exploding.
She meets my gaze. “I want you inside me.Please.”
“I want you to be ready,” I protest.
“I am.” Her legs come around my waist. “I’m ready, trust me. I want to feel you inside me again.”
Well, shit. If that’s what she wants, how can I say no?
Just as I’m notching myself at her center, my lust-addled brain shouts a reminder. “Shit. Protection. I need to get something.”
I launch myself off the bed and practically sprint from the room, calling over my shoulder, “Don’t move. Not an inch. I’ll be right back.”
As I race to the bathroom and back, I pray silently that Sofia won’t change her mind. That I won’t come back to find her wrapped up in the sheets or, worse yet, fully dressed again.
I’d be okay with it, of course. She has every right to change her mind. But fuck, I don’t want her to. I want to be with her more than I want to breathe.
But thank fuck, she’s still where I left her. Still stretched out on the bed, looking like Christmas and my birthday and New Year’s all in one.
