Page 12 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

“Sorry, we missed dinner last night. You must be starving.”

Accepting the coffee, I place it on the bedside table, then wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Lifting her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I reply, “Never apologize for what we did last night. Some things just take priority.” Leaning down, I kiss her on her forehead, then her nose, then briefly on her lips.

She looks up at me, her blue eyes shining bright. “I really enjoyed myself last night. I want you to know that.”

Tilting my head to the side, I reply, “Yes, I know. Your body proved that to be true.”

She giggles and then hides her head in my chest.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, Sophia. It was the best sex of my life.”

She pulls back and playfully slaps my shoulder. “Yeah, right! I’m sure I am just another notch on your belt.”

Needing to taste her, I cup her face and bring her in for a slow sensual kiss. Her arms link behind my neck, and I lift her in my arms while her legs wrap around my waist, our mouths never leaving each other.

Cupping her butt cheeks in my hands, I pull back and stare into her eyes. “You are not another notch on my belt, Sophia. Never talk that way about yourself. You get me, babe?”

She bites down on her lip and quickly nods her response. Reluctantly, I let her slide down my body, and we sit on the bed together eating the delicious eggs, bacon, and toast.

We talk about her, her career, and how she would like to one day run her own business in design. Then, we lay on the bed, our fingers tangled with each other as we speak openly about my past and what led me to be an FBI agent.

“So where are you off to from here?”

With us both lying on our sides facing each other, I lift a strand and place it behind her ear. “New York. I’m hoping that’s where he headed.”

She looks down and begins to pick at a thread on the sheet. “Will I ever see you again?

“I hope so.”

Sophia snaps her head to mine, and I run the back of my fingers over her soft cheek.

“I mean that… Iwillbe back.”

Planting a big smile on her face, she gets up, kneeling on the bed beside me. “Do you mean that?” she asks before she forces me on my back and straps her legs around my waist. Our hands linking together.

She releases her hands and places them flat on my chest.

“Did I tell you how hot you look in my shirt?”

Smirking she shakes her head. “No, I don’t believe you have.”

Placing my hands on her hips, I lift my pelvis off the bed and push down on her hips, causing her pussy to rub against my hard cock. She gasps, her eyes glazing over at the friction as I rub my cock against her.

My hands then leave her hips and travel to her bare thighs, letting them slide further up under the shirt where her wetness is seeping through her underwear.

Sliding my thumb beneath the piece of material, I rub my thumb in a circular motion against her clit and with my other hand I reach under the shirt to play with her nipples. I can see she’s already close, so I slide one finger inside and continue my circular motions.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Her words send me into a frenzy, and I grip the back of her head and smash her lips to mine. A few seconds more, and she’s crying out her release.

Before I can push her on her back and enter her sweet pussy, she’s undoing my jeans and pulling them down over my hips.

She looks down at me, licking her lips. “I want to taste you now,” she says, with a teasing stare.

I swallow hard as I imagine what my cock would feel like in her warm mouth. “Fuck!” I grunt when her tongue licks the underside of my cock.

Needing to watch Sophia as she fucks my cock with her mouth, I fist her hair, pulling it away out of my view so I can watch every single suck and lick.

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