Page 56 of Wildflowers and Wide Receivers

No more words need to be said as she frees me from my shorts. I lift her, she lines us up, and with our eyes locked on each other, I lower her down. Inch by inch until she’s fully seated.

Both of us moan at the sensation, and as the fullness overtakes her, her eyes squeeze shut, and she tips her head back in bliss. She’s so tight and warm around me, the feeling is indescribable.

Needing to see and taste all of her, I lean forward, move one triangle of her top away, and suck almost her whole breast into my mouth.

“Jonah,” she moans as she tentatively rocks her hips. “You feel so good.”

“You feel and taste so good,” I tell her as I run my tongue from the right side to the left, pushing the fabric on the other side out of the way too.

Sophie arches her back and continues to rock her hips at a pace that isn’t fast or slow. It’s just right for us to live in the moment and enjoy each other.

Wanting her chest completely bare to me, I pull the strings on her back and then drag the top over her head. It lands somewhere in the water next to us as I sit up straighter and pull her against me. Chest to chest.

“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me to see you in this tiny bikini all weekend?” I mumble against her lips.

Her eyes find mine, she smiles, then she squeezes me with her inner muscles.

“Yep, I can definitely feel how hard it’s been,” she teases.

“I want this. I want you,” I tell her, hoping she understands what I’m actually saying, but instead of acknowledging the words, she leans forward and captures my lips with hers.

What would it take? What would I have to do to make her, me, the three of us a real thing? All she has to do is name it, and I’m in.

Wrapping my arms tighter around her, she tips her head back until the ends of her hair skim the water. She’s so beautiful, just the sight of her like this is a dream come true.

At some point, my eyes slip shut, my face falls into the curve of her neck, and my hands are spread across her back, holding on. The feeling and the rhythm of her rocking in my lap is so good, the base of my spine tingles.

“Soph,” I mutter against her skin.

“I’m there,” she whispers, and together, we both fall over the edge. She’s clinging to me, I’m clinging to her, and I’m certain she can feel my heart pounding as I can hers. Eventually, every muscle in her relaxes, and her head falls to my shoulder. Having her in my arms is all I want. This feeling, it’s euphoria and contentment. It’s friendship and love. There is no one else I want to do this with, and if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to convince her of the same. Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably. Will I take it slow for her? Absolutely. I already messed this up once; I’m not going to do it again.

Sophie lets out a loud, pleased sigh, then pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are so blue and so clear. With both of her hands, she pushes my hair back off my face and my forehead and leans down to sweetly brush her lips against mine.

“Thank you,” she says, and a chuckle escapes me.

“Pretty sure I should be saying that to you. That was . . . unexpected but incredible.”

“Incredible, huh?” she teases.

To play her game from earlier, instead of answering, my dick, which is still inside her, twitches.

She laughs.

“Your hair is shorter from when we first met,” she says as she runs her fingers through it again.

“And yours is longer,” I tell her, lifting my hands so I can do the same. Hers is half wet and half dry, but all completely sexy. “Should we get out?” I’m trying to be cognizant of her sleep schedule. I know she has to get up early and has a long day tomorrow, and I did promise her beauty sleep.

“Only if you agree to sleep with me tonight,” she mumbles, her lips kissing the corner of my mouth.

“Can’t live without me already?” I tease, and a grin stretches across her face.

“Something like that.”

Running my hands up her thighs and over her hips, I shift her until she’s standing in the middle of the hot tub. Her gorgeous rack is eye level, and my stomach clenches. Needing to taste her one more time, I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth. A moan escapes her, and then her fingers are back in my hair.

“You better stop that, or we won’t be heading upstairs.”

With that, I stand and pull off my shorts.