Page 4 of Reckless Flames

Our embrace felt intimate in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time, like we were touching pieces of ourselves we had hidden away, afraid to reveal them.

Finally, we broke apart, breathing heavily, staring at each other. I picked her up, one arm under her shoulders and the other under the backs of her thighs and carried her to my bedroom. My desire was calling the shots now.

I put her down next to my bed so we could get rid of our clothes, each of us tearing off our own as if it were a race. I became even harder as her beautiful body was revealed.

Clothes scattered on the floor, I picked her up again and tossed her nude body onto the bed, getting in between her legs, and pressing my face to her wetness.

I groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of her wet pussy surrounding my tongue. I swirled my tongue around her clit, and then began teasing her opening with my fingertips.

She threw her head back, her hips rising to meet my thrusting fingers as they fucked her with slow, easy strokes.

The rhythm was hypnotic, and I watched her writhe as the sensations grew. Then, Sophie broke the silence, her voice breathy with arousal.

"Ben...fuck me...please...hard..."

I rose just enough to position myself at her entrance.

She reached forward, grabbing my cock, rubbing the tip along her slit, coating herself with my precum.

I moaned, feeling myself grow thicker as she rubbed herself against me. With one stroke, I pushed inside her, stretching her tight, wet walls.

Sophie arched her back, her hips bucking upward as I penetrated deeply. Slowly, we rocked against each other, pleasure mounting, consuming...

“Oh God,” she moaned, arching her back higher, her mouth falling open.

I kissed her, plunging my tongue inside her mouth as I increased the pace. She reached down, grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper, impaling herself further on my erection.

In response, I pounded into her, reaching to fondle her breasts. Their hard nipples were rigid under my touch, eliciting another moan from Sophie.

Our passion grew, pushing us toward a new level of intensity. The sounds of our bodies colliding added to the intoxicating blend of sensations.

Every thrust was met with a whimper or a moan from Sophie, each stroke followed by her pushing back, seeking deeper penetration. My hands roamed over her body, feeling her firm tits, gently pinching her hard nipples.

Suddenly, Sophie raised her head, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Ben...I'm gonna come...right now!"

Then, her entire body stiffened, her nails digging into my skin. The muffled cries as she shattered, her face buried against my neck, then crying out my name as the climax left her helpless.

She collapsed beneath me, lying still as I continued to pump into her, not stopping until I'd drained myself completely.

When I finished, I rolled over next to her, cradling her naked body in my arms.

We remained motionless for several minutes, savoring the afterglow. Finally, I leaned over, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

“Wow,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That was incredible.”

Sophie smiled, then leaned up to kiss my cheek. “No kidding. That was...amazing.”

I smiled, resting my chin on top of her head, but as my brain began functioning again, the smile vanished along with the last remnants of pleasure. I couldn’t let Sophie spend the night here. I needed to take her home, but there was another need—equally strong. I didn’t want to hurt her. My feelings for Jake’s little sister were deep now after spending time together. We’d just had sex, amazing sex, deeply passionate sex, so how was it going to look if I turned to her minutes later and said,Sophie, you need to go home now. Get dressed, and I’ll give you a ride.

But I have a nine-year-old son, and when he wakes up tomorrow morning, there is not going to be a strange woman in his house. I do have a live-in housekeeper who watches him anytime he’s home and I’m not, but Anna’s more housekeeper than nanny. There’s a reason for that. I want to parent my son, so I try to schedule anything work related for times when he’s not going to be home anyway.

Tomorrow morning is going to be just like every other school morning: I’m going to make Caleb breakfast and then I’ll make his lunch while he gets dressed, and I’ll drive him to school.

I would love to have Sophie here in the morning, and I start to get hard again, thinking about her wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts and drinking coffee in my kitchen.

I have a responsibility to my son though, and however complex it makes my life, I will always do what’s best for him. Before I had thought of a way to deal with the situation, Sophie broke the silence.

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