Page 111 of Trying Sophie

Her eyes dropped to the carpet and she plucked at the fibers. “I just …”

She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. Opening them a few beats later she stared up at the ceiling when she said, “I’d never felt that way before.”

“What way?”

She rolled her head to the side and our eyes locked. “Complete.”

The breath rushed from my lungs, her words barreling into me and forcing their way through my ribs, straight to my heart.

“Complete how?”

“Just … it felt right. Good.” She rotated onto her side and pressed her palm to my chest, close to my heart. “Like you and I …”

Part of me wanted desperately for her to say it felt like we belonged together, but I dreaded it too. Because if she did feel that way, it would be so much harder when she left. And her leaving was the only thing about us that was set in stone.

Before she could say more, I rolled on top of her and tugged her hands above her head as I settled in the vee of her thighs. Holding her wrists in my grip, I nipped at her lips, her neck, her ears.

“Like we fit?” I asked suggestively, nudging my thickening cock against her center.

I’d taken her twice now, hard and rough, and I’d loved it both times, but I needed something different now, something … more.

Loosening my grip, I intertwined our fingers and kissed her softly, reverently.

This time when we made love, it wasn’t with the fierce and relentless need that had gripped us before. As I sank into her, I kept my eyes locked on hers while she panted beneath me and whispered my name, a benediction on her lips. She arched her neck I kissed and licked my way down her until I reached the straining peaks of her nipples. I worshipped them with my mouth, made love to every single inch of her. When she came apart with an exultant moan, her nails dug into my skin, anchored her to me. On a final thrust, I flooded her with my seed and moaned her name.

Sophie’s eyes went wide, then glassy … and then and she looked away, breaking the spell that had wound its way around us in the dancing fire light. It was a good thing too because when I poured myself inside of her, I almost whispered, “I love you.”

Fuck. What had I gotten myself into?

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