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“Not at all. Safety first.”

Sophie hums in agreement.

“I know you promised me dinner, but I’m…” She bites her lip and rakes her eyes over me. My erection has only grown and there’s no hiding it from her gaze, but she keeps her eyes moving. “...not so hungry anymore.”

She’s in my arms again. Our mouths battle for control, Sophie meeting my movements. Her arms are caught between us. I have one hand on her hip and the other is tangled in her hair again–which is a mess, but a very sexy mess. Her back is facing my bedroom hallway, so I begin to walk her toward it, thankful I left my door open.

Sophie stumbles after a few steps, so I spin us, dragging her backward with me while we’re still attached at the lips. I don’t want to stop kissing her, worried if we break the spell a second time, I may lose my nerve. She giggles against my lips as we cross the threshold and I flip on the light. Finally pulling my mouth from hers, I let her take a look around the room. It’s sparse, with just a few furnishings and some family pictures on the wall above the bed. I run a hand through my hair, trying not to reach out for her.

“You just gonna stand there?” she asks, putting a hand on her hip.

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Brody

Sophie leads the way, backing up until her knees hit the bed. I reach her and kiss her again, before gently pushing her backwards. She bounces onto the mattress and scoots away with a giggle, her eyes flashing when I follow and crawl toward her. Sophie’s legs part for me to get nearer and I kneel between them, running my hands along her shins. More goosebumps follow my touch.

Now what?I want to ask the question aloud but Sophie saves me, sitting forward and taking my hands. She slides my fingers up her thighs and then brings them together over the button of her shorts.

“Go at your pace,” she assures me, but her voice is deep and husky with need.

“I don’t think you want that,” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“I can assure you, I do.” She giggles and lays back on the pillows, watching me. Waiting.

“Then, I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” I growl.

Instead of unbuttoning her shorts, I lift her shirt, revealing her stomach. My eyes flick to hers, but there’s no hint of hesitation or doubt. Instead, Sophie lifts up to help me pull the top over her head.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes on her breasts. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pair. Covered by black lace, I can just glimpse her dark nipples, hard and waiting for attention.

“That good, huh?” she chuckles.

I can’t answer. She’s stolen my voice. I lean over her using one hand on her stomach to press her down into the bed, the other to support myself above her. Trailing my hand up and over one breast, I pull the lace down to bare her. My eyes can’t seem to focus and that nipple is practically crying out to me. I flash a smirk at Sophie and then dip my head, pulling her nipple into my mouth.

I’m not sure if the groan comes from me or her. Possibly both. Her hands tangle into my hair. Holding her breast with my hand, I swirl her nipple in my mouth, sucking and twisting it between my lips. I graze my teeth over the sensitive bud and the tiniest squeak comes from the woman beneath me. I smile against her skin, but I’m nowhere near satisfied.

“That good, huh?” I repeat the words back to her when I pull my mouth off with an immodest sucking sound. Gazing up, I see that her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling. A breathy laugh escapes her.

“Just touch me,” she moans, not looking down at me.

I laugh, a rumble deep in my chest. When my mouth returns to her nipple, my hands move to unbutton her shorts. Sophie wriggles beneath me as I lower the zipper and then her hands are out of my hair and impatiently pushing the denim down her hips.

There’s a severe lack of anything beneath the denim and another curse tumbles from my lips as my hands grasp that bit of skin between her hips and the tops of her thighs. So soft, so malleable, so delicious. Why do I want to bite it?

I raise up, allowing Sophie to lift her hips and maneuver so that she can pull the shorts down completely. Once they’re off, I grab them and toss them in the same direction as her shirt. Her legs fall on either side of me once more and she’s completely open to my gaze. With one raised eyebrow, she stares at me, not a hint of shyness to be found. The woman’s confidence is impressive. Not that she has any reason to be self-conscious.

I move forward, lowering my lips to hers, but after only seconds, I forge a path south, down her neck, across her breast, avoiding her nipple. I kiss the soft flesh of her belly, the attention causing one of her hands to fly into my hair again. Then when I reach the skin between hip and thigh, I do exactly what I’ve been wanting to. I sink my teeth in, gently, slowly.

Sophie moans and bucks her hips. I file that away for later and trail kisses over the top of her thigh, inhaling the scent of her arousal. It drives me fucking wild. There’s a little voice in the back of my mind, asking if I can do this, if I canreallyplease her, but I’llnever know if I don’t try.

I raise my head to make eye contact, silently asking one last time for consent. Sophie’s gaze drifts down and even if she didn’t nod, I’d know by that fire in her eyes that it’s a resounding yes.

I plant kisses across her skin, placing my hands on her knees to widen her legs. She allows the movement and I sink down to get a better angle. I tease with my lips and my tongue, along the outskirts of her absolutely soaking wet pussy.

“Please.” It’s a hoarse whisper from above me and I grin into her skin with a low chuckle.

“So impatient.” I have no idea where my confidence comes from, but Sophie seems to like it because she moans again. “Tell me what to do,” I breathe against her. “Tell me what you like.”

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