Page 159 of Trying Sophie

“Sophie,” I intoned, reaching out to her but not quite covering the distance. After a few beats, I dropped my hand against my thigh and beat a rhythm with my taped fingers.

Sophie glanced down at my hand and then met my eyes. Taking a step closer, she said, “I miss you Declan.” Her smile faltered as her eyes flicked back and forth between mine. “Am I allowed to say that?”

Relief ripped through me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed out, dropping my bag on the ground and wrapping her in my arms. Holding her against my chest, I inhaled the scent of her hair, her skin, the very essence of her. “I missed you too baby,” I admitted on a ragged sigh and kissed her head, her ear, her cheek. “So fucking much.”

When I dropped my lips to her neck, she shivered against me. I nipped at her and licked the sting away, then trailed my mouth upward to suckle her earlobe between my lips. Everything fell away, the only thing in the world me and my girl.

Placing her hands on my chest, Sophie eventually pushed against me and leaned back. “We’re in public,” she reminded me, as around us people swept past, jubilant in the team’s victory.

With my back to most of them, I hadn’t been recognized yet but I didn’t know how much longer my good luck with hold. Picking my bag off the floor, I threw it over my shoulder and grabbed Sophie’s hand. “Come on,” I said, tugging her toward my house via a side alley that was mostly empty.

When the group in front of us veered off toward a pub and we were finally alone in the narrow lane, I swung her up against the wall, my lips crashing down. Her arms clasped around my neck, Sophie whimpered into my mouth and pressed her soft, pliant body into my rough, hard one. We kissed like our lives depended on it; as if we were the last two people on earth and the future of the human race rested on us. My cock aching with need for her, I wrapped my hand around her hip and pulled her closer. Sophie hitched her thigh up around my waist and rocked against me, the friction of our bodies against each other sweet, delectable torture.

“Touch me,” she whispered against my lips as I dove in for another hot, wet kiss.

Growling low in my throat, I trailed my hand past the swell of her belly to reach the promised land. Even through her clothes, I could feel the heat of her pussy against my fingers.

“Are you wet for me? Tell me you’re wet.”

“I’m soaking,” she breathed, taking my earlobe between her teeth and biting down.

Her words sent a spark of red hot lust straight to my dick and I couldn’t wait another second to touch her. Flicking the button at her waist and tugging the zipper down, I shoved my hand into her panties and pushed my finger into her soft folds. She hadn’t lied; Sophie was dripping. I slid my finger past the hood of her clit and into her slick, wet heat. Biting her lip to stifle a cry, she bucked against my hand as I fucked her with my finger.

“Shit,” I groaned, wanting my dick inside of her—right here, right now—even as I acknowledged it wasn’t going to happen. The guy who did shit like that was the old me, the one who’d fuck any one, any time, any place. Names I’d never known; faces I couldn’t recall. I needed to pull my hand from her and take a step back. Put some distance between us before I lost control and couldn’t.

That’s what I meant to do until she told me she had other ideas.

“I’m close,” she moaned. “So, so close. I don’t want your fingers though. I want your cock in me when I come.”

She reached between us and palmed my dick, pressed down, and rubbed back and forth along my bulge. Someone with less control would have come in their pants. As it was, I walked a very fine line. Much more of this and I’d be a goner.

“Sophie,” I warned, even as the fingers that weren’t buried knuckle-deep inside of her wrestled to undo my belt. “Are you sure?”

In answer, Sophie’s deft hands slid my zipper down and then she slipped my cock out of my trousers. Shimmying her jeans down her thighs, I bared us to the cold night air. And then she was wrapping her long, lithe legs around me and guiding me to her slick opening.

Even now it wasn’t too late to step away. I was a hair’s breadth away from defiling her like I’d done before with all those faceless fucks I’d spent my life chasing. A hair’s breadth that felt as difficult to cross as a vast and sprawling canyon. I could still put a stop to this madness. All Sophie had to do was say no.

She didn’t say no.

“Mmm-hmm,” was her response as she pushed her heel into my glutes and tugged me forward.

“Yes,” she sighed as my cock slipped inside and she closed her eyes in quiet exaltation. “Just like that,” she whispered, opening them and staring at me, her irises hazy with desire and her cheeks flushed pink in the glow of a nearby street light. Her lips hitched up in a sensual smirk. “God, you feel fantastic.”

For a few brief seconds I fought the urge to thrust. Holding still, I let her heat envelope me, welcome me home. I didn’t stay that way for long.

“Now, Declan,” she demanded and with a guttural moan, I pulled back and drove into her, as far as I could go … and then did it all over again.

She wound her fingers through my hair and pulled me close, claiming my mouth in a violent kiss as I slammed into her lovely pussy. I slid my tongue from her mouth and kissed her chin, over her pulse, and down to the crook of her neck. Pulling her t-shirt to the side, I exposed her collar bone and clamped her skin between my teeth. She let out a small yip that was shortly followed by a deep moan when I licked my way from her shoulder back to her lips. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of the taste of her.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted as I rocked against her. “Just like that, right there,” she encouraged. “Oh fuck, I’m coming. So good. So, so good.”

Rolling my hips as she clenched around my cock, I leaned back and watched Sophie’s orgasm take hold. Her eyes were closed, heat high in her cheeks, with her teeth clamped around kiss-swollen lip. This right here—the woman I loved, giving herself over to me, letting me be responsible for her pleasure—was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Look at me, Soph,” I whispered and her eyes fluttered open as a lazy smile hitched her lips.

“Hey you,” she said on a sigh. “Come here.” She pulled me in for a slow, lazy kiss and I gave myself over to it.

We kissed like that for ages while my pulse slowed and my cock rocked deliberately in and out of her.

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