Page 106 of Trying Sophie

“Nope, you’re safe.”

“I am, aren’t I?” she asked as I fitted my key in the lock. “Safe?”

I dragged my eyes to hers. I couldn’t be sure, but suddenly it felt like we weren’t talking about slippery walkways anymore, that there was hidden meaning in her words … and mine.

“Always,” I intoned, pulling her through the door and into me.

With her palms resting flat against my chest, I was sure she could feel my heart hammering against my sternum.

Despite the pep talk I’d just given myself, I couldn’t deny how I felt about this woman. She was in my veins. I knew she didn’t trust me not to break her heart—not yet—but I was just as vulnerable. And even though I was probably setting myself up for further rejection, I needed her to know she had a home here. That there was a place for her in my life if she’d only let herself reach out and take it.

“You’re safe with me Sophie,” I repeated, my lips dropping to hers. “All you have to do is let me in. I’m yours for the taking.” I kissed her again. “Please, just take me.”

Her hands slid between us and she linked our fingers together. Stepping away, she pulled me further into the house.

“Only if you take me too,” she whispered huskily, her meaning clear.

I backed her against the wall and forced my hands into her hair. My body flush against hers, I kissed Sophie hungrily, putting all my need for her into the stroke of my tongue, the scraping of my teeth, the warmth of my lips.

It wasn’t enough though; it would never be enough. I wanted my hands on her naked body, to feel us skin to skin. Like an addict, I wanted all of her, every drop, every fucking inch, each of her breaths.

But this … feeling … the overwhelming need to possess her, for her to own me, wasn’t just about the physical. I wanted her heart. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. I needed her to never let me go.

“What are you doing to me?” I groaned against her mouth.

“Exactly what you want me to,” she answered, nipping at my lips.

Bending down, I scooped Sophie into my arms and carried her up the short flight of stairs to my bedroom where we tore at each other’s clothes until we were naked.

I tossed her onto the bed and crawled after her until I was over her, my big body casing her in. I splayed my hands across her hips and slid them up her sides to fondle her breasts. She arched her back and leaned into my touch, letting out a breathy moan. I bent forward and sucked one of her glorious tits into my mouth, worshipping her with my lips and tongue. As I plucked and pinched its twin, she begged for more.

When our kiss deepened, she turned the tables on me. Sophie had taken charge; she was claiming me as hers.

After a minute or an hour—I was so caught up in what was happening I couldn’t have said—Sophie straddled my lap, her hips rocking against me. I could have taken her hard and fast like I’d done before, but I wanted—needed—to prolong this moment. Burn her taste in my brain and the feel of her skin on my fingers. In a flash I knew I had to toss all my bullshit aside and let her know how much she meant to me. What this meant to me. How this right here, right now, was the moment that would define my life.

My hands on her hips, pushing her onto my cock, I urged her higher and higher as her beautiful fucking pussy rolled over me.

“Sophie …” I whispered, her name a prayer. “Let me love you. I need you.”

“I need you too,” she groaned in response as she fell forward and begged me to fuck her.

Something tore loose inside of me. Rolling us over, I drove into her in one swift thrust. The softness of her beneath me, welcoming and warm, was like finding heaven.

Slowing my thrusts to a shallow pitch, I held myself back from ravaging her sweet, delectable pussy. Once I regained control, I kept the roll of my hips excruciatingly slow, sliding in and out of her slick, wet heat. Gliding up, I filled every inch of her until there was nowhere else for me to go. I made love to her with my mind, my heart, and with my eyes.

“Harder,” she growled, lifting her hips against my pelvis. “Let go Declan,” she demanded.

Between her panting and my grunting and a beautiful cacophony of sounds somewhere in between, Sophie grabbed a handful of my hair at the roots and yanked my head back, sending a spike of intense pleasure to the base of my spine.

“Fuck me,” she commanded. “Fuck me exactly how you want to. I won’t break. I need you to take me, claim me. I need you too.”

When she sank her teeth into my shoulder, I lost it. I slammed into her, but she didn’t shy away from me. Sophie met me thrust for thrust, pushing herself into me as I brought my body down against her.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” she sputtered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Sophie was sweet, kind, intelligent, soft … but she was more too. She was like me. She was filthy, dirty, frantic, and our fucking was sweaty, hard, and forceful … and I loved it.

“Right there … right there … right there,” she chanted with each successive thrust.

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