Page 52 of Connected By Love
His arm muscles flex with each stroke, and the more he studies me, the more my body starts to throb for him. I press my thighs together to try and ease the ache. I hear a groan escape his lips, and he stills, breathing hard.
“Touch yourself for me, but don’t fucking cum,” he growls and starts to brush furiously over the paper.
I immediately slide my hand down my stomach and into my thong. I’m so wet and turned on that I gasp when my fingers rub over my swollen bud. I arch back and close my eyes, not being able to stop myself.
“Open your eyes, wildcat. I need them on me,” he says dangerously low. I can see his chest heaving as his breathing increases. The thought of him being so turned on right now is bringing my arousal to a whole other level.
I deliciously torture myself as I enter two fingers wanting desperately to cum and ease this ache. “Trav…” I whimper, barely getting the words out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grounds out as his skilled hands work across the paper. He works fast and furious, his eyes going from me to the paper. His brow is furrowed inconcentration, and his eyes are burning with heat. He finally drops the pencil and stands up.
His eyes never leave mine as he walks over to me and drops to his knees. He grabs my legs and spins me to the edge of the cushion. In one swift motion, my thong is ripped, and I’m completely exposed to him.
“You want to cum now wildcat?” He murmurs against my skin as he licks up my inner thigh.
“Ye..sss..” I manage to get out.
“Did you wait for me?” He stops right at my center, and I can feel the heat from his breath as it caresses my skin.
I nod my head quickly. “Yes.”
“Good girl. I want to own each and every one of your orgasms. They all belong to me now.”
I moan as his tongue finds my center, and the rough sensation of his stubble fires up all my nerve endings. He lifts my legs so they are over his shoulder as he dives deeper in. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me, and I’m at his mercy as he devours me like he’s starving and hasn’t eaten in days.
My heels dig into his back as I arch my back and lean against the cool glass. He moans his appreciation as I dig deeper into his flesh. When he sucks hard on my clit, I explode and cry out as intense waves hit me, knocking me out of this reality and my existence in this lifetime. He continues his assault until every last tremor has left my body, and I’m left breathing hard as I come back down to my body.
“That’s one out of the way. Let’s see if I can own another.” He stands up and removes his socks and shoes before stepping out of his pants and boxers. He’s hard and swollen as he strokes himself. “Turn around, wildcat. Let me see that beautiful ass in the air. Keep the boots on,” he grins down wickedly at me.
I turn around and put my hands on the window as I leanover the window seat. My body already starting to get aroused again by his presence behind me.
He presses his hand to my back, pushing my ass even higher for him. When he grips my hips hard and enters me in one hard thrust, I know that my body no longer belongs to me. It’s his for the taking. Nothing is ever going to feel this good unless it’s him being the one to do it.
“Fuck, Sophia. I can never get enough of you. You have no idea what you do to me.” His hands dig into my flesh as he goes deeper and faster.
I moan when he fists my hair and pulls my head back, allowing him to push me even deeper onto him. Growling, he increases his pace and pulls even tighter until the sensations become all too much, and I shatter around him with a cry.
He spills into me with a shout as we both pulse together…one single heartbeat. His hand loosens its grip on my hair as I sag against the window, completely spent and sated. I feel him pull out and hear the zipper on my boots as he removes them one by one. Picking me up in his arms, I curl up against his chest and breathe him in.
He carries me downstairs, throwing the covers back on his bed, and brings me to him. I snuggle against his chest and lay there listening to his heartbeat. Even though no words are spoken at this moment, everything I need to know is being said in the silence surrounding us. He holds me tighter against him, and I instantly fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Travis
I reachfor her in my sleep and find an empty spot next to me. Peering my eyes open, I sit up and glance at the clock, seeing it’s after nine. I haven’t slept in this late in a long time. Throwing back the covers, I walk over to my dresser and grab a pair of sweats to put on. The smell of bacon hits me as I walk out of the bedroom.
I stop in the doorway and watch Sophia as she bends over to take the bacon out of the oven. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts, and her hair is in a messy bun. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I watch her make us some breakfast. If I didn’t know after last night, I sure as hell do now. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest at the realization of how much this girl has found her way into my heart. I’m not just falling…I’ve fallen.
I know I need to tell her, but until I can say the words, I’m going to do my best to show her just how much she means to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, this vulnerable, and it scares the hell out of me. I need time to process it and come to terms with it.
She turns and sees me standing in the doorway, and a grin appears on her beautiful face. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I guess I’m too late.”
“Do you want me to go back to bed? I can pretend I’m sleeping.” I walk over to her with a grin on my face.
“No,” she laughs. “Since you’re up, though, maybe you could make me one of those amazing coffees that you’re so good at?”
“Ahhh, the real reason you keep me around.” I pull her in for a hug and bury my face in her neck, kissing her behind her ear. Her arms wrap around me, and I hear her sigh as her fingers weave through my hair. “You want me for my coffee.”
