Page 130 of The ABCs of You & Me

She nods once and then several more times, more emphatically. “Please,” she begs.

A small laugh escapes because what the hell. “Sorry, it’s not funny, that wasn’t a ‘haha, you’re hilarious’ laugh. That was a…” I look to the ceiling trying to figure out what I’m trying to say because I feel like she may be about to jump up and run from the building. “‘A holy fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard from the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I can’t believe my fucking luck’ laugh.”

She smiles up at me laughing herself, throwing her arm over her face. This should be awkward, these little moments we have in the midst of sex. But they aren’t. They feel like us. Like two people so comfortable together that we can laugh about the ridiculous moments while half naked. The fact that her laugh is as much of a turn on as her telling me to rip her pants open is something that squeezes something deep inside of me. A vice grip on my consciousness, a threat to not mess this up because it’s never going to get better than it is with Sophie Hore.

“Look at me, sunshine.” My voice sounds like it’s being dragged across gravel, but the demand in it isn’t lost on her as she drops her arm and her eyes find mine. “You want me to rip these right”—I run my finger along the seam between her legs, hearing her breath stop as I apply the tiniest bit of pressure—“here?”

Her “yes” is cut off as I rip the seam, watching her face the whole time and relishing in the look of relief that spreads across it.

“No underwear again, eh? This is becoming a habit.” I spread my body over hers, keeping my hand at the new opening in her tights. “I like it,” I growl, sliding my fingers into her and capturing her gasp in a kiss.

I pull away when she’s on the edge and roll toward the nightstand, reaching for a condom. The bed shifts, and then Sophie’s reaching for the foil packet and pushing me down onto my back. She tugs my sweats down just enough to uncover my cock, and I watch in awe as she rips the packet open with her teeth before covering me with a confidence I haven’t seen before.

“Breathe, Foster,” she orders, and I realize I haven’t taken a breath since her hands wrapped around me. “Such a good listener,” she purrs against my lips when I take a gulp of air into my lungs.

All the air I took in leaves my body as she sinks down onto me slowly, her eyes on mine the whole way. She begins to unravel me as she gives her hips a little swivel, and I have to grab her and hold her still.

“Need a minute,” I breathe out, my jaw clenched tight as I work at getting a handle over my body. Sophie is too much at any time but right now, seeing her like this, in control, uninhibited, it’s beyond.

She remains still, her fingers trailing over the Fellowship marching across my chest. It’s not exactly helping matters, but I’m not about to stop her.

When I reach a place where it doesn’t feel like I’m about to go off the minute she moves again, I lift my hips, watching her expression go from contentment to pleasure. A stuttered breath paired with her nails creating little crescents on my chest has me thrusting up harder.

“So good,” she chants, falling forward so we’re chest to chest. My hands hold her hips in place so I can keep up the pace I’ve set that she’s so clearly enjoying. Her pants next to my ear, little moans and gasps filling the room, wipe every thought that isn’t about her from my mind.

“Harder,” she urges, the word cut off as her back hits the bed, and I bring my mouth down to hers for a kiss that reprograms every part of my brain.

“Hold on, sunshine,” I whisper before giving her what she wants.

She says something but it’s incoherent, letters and sounds jumbled together as her back arches, her neck straining with a moan I can see but can’t hear.

“Touch yourself?” It comes out as a question and I clear my throat and try again. “Touch yourself, gorgeous.”

I watch as she sucks two fingers into her mouth and then follows my direction. Nothing on earth could have prepared me for this version of Sophie. My sweet sunshiney girl knows what she wants and she does not hold back. The feeling of her tensing around me mixed with the view below me, creamy skin with criss-crosses of sticky strokes from my tongue leaves me no choice as I splinter into a million pieces.

Gathering her up, we hold one another as the aftershocks rock our bodies.

The sound of laughter has me pulling back. “What?”

“We are so sticky,” she cackles, and I join in when I look down to see how our skin slowly pulls apart.

“We should probably shower,” I suggest.

“Together?” she asks demurely, as if she hadn’t recently demanded that I fuck her harder.

“Obviously.”

FIFTY-EIGHT

SOPHIE

“That’s amazing, Mom!” I squeal after my mom shares that the recipes for the book have all been approved and the cookbook is officially moving forward.

“Congrats!” Foster adds from the passenger seat.

“When can we celebrate? Are you two able to get up here any time soon?” My mom’s voice crackles through the line. The phone reception at their place is still trash, but she still would rather call and hear every other word than resort to texts or email.

“In a couple weeks,” Foster says, reaching for my hand and squeezing. “We’ll be up that way for dinner with my parents, but I’m sure we could make something work.”

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