Page 85 of Trying Sophie

She laughed, a throaty sound that did wonderful things to me.

“Only like this?” she asked, her voice thick with desire, as she unclasped her bra and slowly, deliberately pushed the lacy straps off her shoulders and down each arm.

I followed the fabric’s movement with my eyes, wanting to prolong my anticipation. Never again would it be the first time I’d see Sophie’s luscious, glorious tits bared to me.

“You’re going to kill me,” I groaned once her bra was gone.

My mouth watered as I cupped her glorious tits in my hands and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, she shivered and sighed. I eased her back onto the mattress and took one of those straining peaks into my mouth, teased it with my lips, tongue and teeth. I felt like a god when Sophie pushed her hands roughly into my hair and pulled me closer.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, her hands dragging against the fabric of my shirt.

When I sat back and pulled my henley over my head, Sophie’s breath hitched. Resting her small, warm palm flat against the corded muscles of my abdomen, her fingers traced the outlines of my six pack. Her brows furrowed when she took in the purple and green bruises that mottled my skin courtesy of my last match.

“Does it hurt?” She ghosted her fingers over one of the more violent ones.

“Not too bad.”

The truth was they had been hurting but I hadn’t thought about the bruises or my pain since I’d kissed her in the park.

“How do you stand it?” she asked while she continued exploring my naked torso.

“That’s the life of a rugby player. Our bodies take a beating every time we step out on the pitch. If you walk away with clean clothes and no marks you haven’t done your job.”

“I don’t think I could do it.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” I shrugged. “Since I was a boy, rugby was what I wanted to do with my life. The aches and pains are part of that.”

“You’re magnificent, even all bruised and broken” she whispered, trailing the soft pads of her fingertips over my nipple. I shivered from the light caress, a sensation I felt deep in my balls.

“You like that?” she asked as she scratched her fingernails down the other one.

My shudder told her exactly how much I liked it.

It had been a long time—too long, I realized—since I’d let a woman explore my body at her leisure. If you’d have asked me yesterday what I thought of foreplay, I’d have told you it was a waste of time, but god, I loved this. Sophie exploring my body, discovering how it responded to her touch, was everything to me.

“What else you do like?”

Oh god, the things I could do to her.

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dragged her nails down the center of my stomach and I clenched my muscles against the tingling trail left in their wake. I waited with bated breath as her hands hovered over the button of my jeans, teasing me, before she palmed the hard length of my thick, pulsing cock. Biting back a curse, I sucked in a lungful of air and let it out slowly as she ran her hand up and down my aching shaft.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she said, wicked delight lacing her words.

I groaned and thrust against her wandering palm.

“Yes,” I said, with another pump of my hips. “Please wrap those beautiful pink lips around my cock and suck me dry. Please, please, please.”

I didn’t even care that I was begging.

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Sophie

I pressedDeclan down onto the mattress and straddled him. The drag of his zipper echoed like a ricochet in the room just before he lifted his pelvis, making it easier for me to yank his pants down those powerful, muscular thighs. I stopped a moment to take him in. No man I’d ever seen could hold a candle to the magnificence on display before me. I sighed with satisfaction knowing he was all mine.

When I delayed, my eyes roving over his body in greedy appreciation, he chuckled and said, “I believe I was promised some cock sucking.”

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