Page 87 of Trying Sophie

“You want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I practically shouted, pumping my hips in time with his strokes.

“You want me right here?” he asked, rubbing a tight circle around my clit.

“Please,” I begged, my breathing labored.

Ignoring my plea, he slid a long, thick finger inside of me, brushing up against my g-spot. When I whimpered, he chuckled.

“Not yet,” he continued, his voice hypnotic. “I want to watch you fall apart first.”

A second and third finger joined the first, stretching me taut, before he began pumping in earnest, wet sounds mixing with dirty words that I was too far gone to make out as I rode his fingers. My breathing came in fast agonized gasps and I trembled from head to toe. When I was on the precipice of orgasm, he suddenly pulled his fingers away, leaving me empty.

Bereft.

With a snarl, he dropped his head between my thighs, roughly parted my slick folds, and dragged the broad side of his tongue from my ass to my clit.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he growled, taking my clit between his lips and sucking insistently before gently licking and lathing his way around the rest of me.

I felt the telltale clench begin to build deep inside, before a series of explosions rocked their way through me. And then I was convulsing in a chain of spasms so intense I didn’t know how I managed to contain them inside the shell of my body. When Declan returned his fingers to my pussy, pumping fast, I screamed out his name on a final, shattering release that left me breathless and boneless.

He gentled his touch and kissed his way tenderly up my body. I lay spent, motionless, the only sign I was still alive the deep breaths that left my lungs in gusty exhalations. When Declan rolled me onto my side and into his protective embrace, he trailed his fingers down my back and across my hip to rest against the curve of my ass. I inched closer to him, angling my thigh across his.

“That was …” I said remarked, unable to finish my thought.

Absentmindedly, I stroked my hand along the cut ridges of his abdomen, causing him to clench his muscles into a tight, rippled canvas.

“If you keep doing that I’ll be forced to give you another orgasm,” he warned on a sexy growl.

“You promise?” I asked, rolling on top of him.

Tracking my eyes over his face, I took in features that would have been too perfect if they hadn’t been marred by tiny scars scattered here and there. A thin white line bisecting his right eyebrow; another, fainter one cutting across the bridge of his nose; and a fresh cut at the top of his forehead where his skin receded into his hairline. I kissed each scar and then captured his lips in a series of playful little nips as he circled the span of my waist with rough, calloused palms.

“I want you inside of me,” I whispered against his mouth as I rolled my pelvis over him in a slow slide that pushed the tip of him through my folds. A few more strokes and he’d slip inside of me. I shuttered, wanting nothing more than to reach down and guide home.

“My wallet,” he murmured as he sat up and enveloped me in his strong arms.

But he didn’t move to grab it and neither did I. We sat like that, our bodies joined, for seconds, just feeling the moment. Dropping his hands to my waist, he rocked my hips back and forth along the length of his cock and stared into my eyes. I couldn’t blink or look away. He had me mesmerized, completely in his thrall. I never wanted to leave this room, or the warmth of his solid embrace. When his mouth clamped around my nipple and gently bit down on the peak, reason fled.

I rolled my hips over him until his crown parted me and then, rocking forward, took the rest of his cock into me. I moaned and dropped my head back as he nudged deeper, out, then in, and back again, in a series of slow, sensual thrusts.

“Sophie …” he groaned. “I’m going to come. I need to grab a condom.”

“I told you, I’m on the pill,” I whispered, flinging caution to the four corners.

When I went to kiss him, he stilled my movement and held me away. His eyes searched mine, looking for something I couldn’t name.

One heartbeat, two, then a third before he spoke. “I’m clean. I get tested four times a year.”

I felt a stab of jealousy, but pushed it aside.

“You?” he asked.

“Clean,” I confirmed, as my eyes roamed his face and his cock throbbed inside of me.

“We’re doing this then?” he asked, his voice laced with wonder.

Were we?

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