He pulled my panties off, moving lower to territory he hadn’t explored our first time.
“You’re so gorgeous, Sophie. Christ,” he murmured in reverence as he swiped along the seam of my core.
I threw my head back on the pillow, a sound I didn’t recognize escaping me.
I loved the feeling of his tongue, of his hands gripping my thighs, thighs that quickly began to shake.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasped in encouragement.
He slipped one finger inside me and I was hurling over the edge, calling out his name, my thighs caging his head, keeping him there as I rode out my orgasm.
After a moment, my legs slackened and I took a few last shuddering breaths. He rose from the bed, shedding the boxers he’d been wearing. I took in his amazing form in the dim light suddenly wishing it was broad daylight.
“Condom,” he murmured, pulling it out of the nightstand before he was back between my legs. He kissed me again, poised at my entrance.
“You gonna let me in?” he asked quietly and I knew he meant more than just physically.
I looked up at his gorgeous face. “You were never out,” I admitted. “I look at Mad every day and I see you. I see us. I was gone but I never left you. What if this one breaks too?” I whispered nervously.
“Then I guess we’re having another baby,” he replied without hesitation.
“I’ll get on birth control,” I replied quickly, shocked at how swiftly and without fear he’d responded.
“That’d be good,” he rasped. He made a noise in the back of his throat as he glided through to the hilt, both of us gasping slightly.
“Christ, baby, you feel so good,” he muttered, his tone nearly guttural.
I adjusted slightly, trying to accommodate to his size. Then he started to move.
This was so different from our first time, our only other time, where everything had felt like the promise of something hanging on the edge of a precipice. Back then, it had been as though we were afraid to speak. Neither of us made any promises; I hadn’t even told him it was my first time.
This time, I knew he was claiming me in a way he couldn’t the first time. His mouth was everywhere it could be, his large hands grasping my flesh. Our sweat intermingled as we nearly toppled off the bed. When he loomed over me and I looked into his eyes, I’d never felt so close to another person.
I watched in fascination as the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, and everywhere I could see worked to pleasure me. He put everything he had into loving me. He gave himself to me.
And I wasn’t ever giving him back.
When my orgasm began to build, I gripped his backside pulling him deeper, wanting him closer.
He waited until I was already toppling over the edge, pulling him close, before he let out a low groan of relief and completely enveloped me with his large body.
We lay in a sweaty, heaving heap as we came back to ourselves. He moved us so that I was on top of him as his hand stroked over my back. I didn’t want to get up, ever.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he suggested, moving us further into the bed and pulling the covers over our bodies.
“I can’t sleep naked,” I squeaked.
He chuckled. “Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t,” I stammered. “What if there’s a fire? What if Mad needs me in an hour?”
“Your clothes are five feet away. I want your skin under my hands,” he said in a tone that wasn’t to be trifled with.
His large hand swept over my breast down to my stomach before he cupped me intimately.
“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Okay.” He pulled my back to his front and we fell asleep with his hand between my legs.
