Page 112 of The Love Position

Sophia’s lips parted, and she inhaled sharply.

Isaac had meant to say ‘I love it,’ but his heart had overruled that decision and substituted the more appropriate word.

‘I love you,’ he repeated, doubling down.

He’d wanted to wait until he was sure he wouldn’t scare Sophia off with the intensity of his feelings, but the words were now out and they were the truth.

Her eyes were liquid and shining. ‘I love you, too. I love you, Isaac.’

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

Getting onto the bed, she crawled over to his side. The sight took him one heartbeat away from an aneurysm.

She knelt in front of him and put her arms behind his neck. ‘I love you.’

Trembling, he reached forward, touching the smoothness of her skin, desire pounding through him.

Take it slow. Take it slow. Take it slow.

Sophia pressed her lips to his, and Isaac’s whole body shuddered with pleasure.

Then, when her tongue touched his, he was convinced he was about to die.

Groaning, he wrapped his arms around her, running his hands across her back, down to her backside, slipping his hand under the lace.

She gasped, dragging the braces off his shoulders, then tugging up the bottom of the oversized shirt.

Breaking the kiss, Isaac pulled it over his head and stepped out of the pooling trousers.

Now Sophia’s hands were on his boxers, lifting the waistband away from his cock and pushing them down. Taking them off, he then reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra.

She shook it to the bed and kissed him again, pressing her chest against his.

Electricity crackled across his skin from her touch. The pleasure was so bright it was blinding.

He wanted to take it slow, but when Sophia clutched at his hair, whimpering into his mouth, he couldn’t hold back.

Laying her on the bed, his hand found her breast as their tongues tangled. Isaac had never missed sex, but then he’d never met Sophia. She was more addictive than life and more vital than his next breath.

Spreading her legs, she anchored him between her thighs, grinding her pelvis into his cock.

Stars danced behind his eyes and desire roared like a beast inside him. Nipping and sucking down her neck, he latched onto her nipple, rubbing the roughness of his tongue against the tip.

Sophia cried out, her voice echoing the storm outside.

Isaac wanted to give her the same pleasure that was coursing through his veins, the same ecstasy he’d experienced on the porch during the rainstorm. So he forced himself to focus, licking and sucking, learning how to make her cry out, how to make her as frantic with need as he was.

One of her hands clung to his head, the other fluttered down his back as she arched her body, her pussy rubbing against his cock. Then she shifted, reaching for her underwear, trying to pull her panties off even though his weight was pressing her hips into the mattress.

Shifting down the bed, Isaac dragged them off, then knelt above her, gazing at Sophia’s outstretched form in wonder. Her hair ran in dark, curling rivers across the white pillows, her plump lips were parted, and her eyes were heavy with need.

He followed the shape of her incredible body; the candlelight illuminating the fullness of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the curves of her hips.

Then he zeroed in on her pussy and his hands clenched into fists, forcing his orgasm down.

A tiny voice inside his head urged him to go slow, but when Sophia spread her legs wider and he saw her arousal glistening in the half light, all thoughts were burned to ash by the flames of his desire.

Falling to the bed, Isaac hooked his arms under Sophia’s thighs and buried his face into her pussy with a groan. She cried out again, pushing herself closer, opening completely to him.

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