Page 23 of If You Could Only Believe
I gave her a quick squeeze. “That’s a good thing, Sophia,” I assured her. “Your frankness was so refreshing and endearing, it’s what made me force you to go to the party with me.”
“Glad I could help entertain you,” she bit out wryly.
“It wasn’t like that, baby.” I was making such a mess of this. “It felt good to have someone around me whose first priority wasn’t to kiss my ass because I was the boss or a Buchanan. And when you asked my family if they were on drugs…” I laughed at the memory. “That’s when I knew I had to have you. That’s when I knew I could trust you. I could trust that you’d always be honest with me and tell me when it…Iwas being too much for you.” God, I hope I wasn’t scaring her off. “I knew that you’d never let me hurt you.”
She was quiet for a long time. Like an uncomfortably long time. My stomach was in knots by the time she finally spoke. “What happens when one day you don’t like my honesty so much? What happens when I embarrass you, or inadvertently, hurt your feelings or…your brothers’ or…”
“If it’s the truth, then I can deal with it,” I replied. “If it’s just to be cruel, then we might have a problem. But, Sophia, I can’t see you ever being cruel. You’re too pure for that.”
“And…and if I embarrass you?” she asked, her voice wobbly. Her insecurities were real and the pain deep. I knew nothing about her, but I wondered what kind of family she had that they allowed her to grow up feeling this insecure.
“Baby, you could never embarrass me,” I told her honestly.
She snorted. “It’s like you don’t even know me, at all.”
I laughed. “Oh, Sophia, I don’t, but I want to. I want to learn everything about you, baby.”
“I’m scare, Michael,” she whispered, surprising me with her candor, once again. I couldn’t fathom what it was like to feel no shame with regards to your insecurities that you had no problem just blurting them out.
“Scare of what?” I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea. I knew I wasn’t a bad-looking guy, so even without that, I knew women would continue to try to hook up with me for my money alone. Even though I wasn’t opposed to it, because like my brothers, I did believe in love at first sight having just experienced it, but I didn’t think Sophia would agree to marry me just yet.
“Everything about you screams that you are way out of my league, Michael,” she answered.
“That’s how I feel about you,” I replied. The water was getting cold, and I realized I didn’t want to continue to have this conversation in the tub. I wanted her to look into my eyes to see how serious I really was. “The waters getting cold,” I announced before she could respond to my comment. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in the bedroom?”
“O…okay,” she whispered and then grabbed the sides of the tub, pushing herself to her feet. Her body was covered in sporadic bubbles and water was dripping down her body. It took me a second to gather my wits and follow suit.
As I watched Sophia grab a couple of towels, it all became so clear as to why my brothers constantly had their doors locked at work. No amount of money or success could compete with the woman you loved. I knew I was going to come down with the same affliction as my brothers. It would be a miracle if I got through the day without having Sophia bent over my desk.
And that was bad.
Really, really bad.
I was the goddamn head of Human Fucking Resources.
Sophia wrapped herself in one of the towels and handed me the other. I quickly dried off and then wrapped it around my waist. It didn’t make a difference to me if I was naked or not, but the blush on Sophia’s face was a clear indication that she was still feeling shy about losing her virginity.
I followed her into her bedroom, and when I saw her moving towards the dresser, I knew I had to stop her. There was no way I was going to let her cover up that gorgeous body of hers. I wasn’t anywhere near done with her. She was going to need all weekend to recover.
She was pulling out a drawer when I walked up behind her and pushed it back in. “Whatcha doing, baby?” I whispered against her ear.
Goosebumps broke out across her skin and I wanted to fucking howl. “Ge…getting some pa…pajamas,” she whispered back.
My lips left her ear and started raining a trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. “You’re not going to need them, Sophia.”
“I’m not?” she sighed.
I reached around and pulled apart the tug of her towel and let it fall to the floor. With one hand I reached down and removed my towel as my other hand cradled one of her big tits. Still peppering kisses along her skin, I answered, “I’m going to spend all night inside that tight, hot pussy of yours, Sophia. It’d be a pain in the ass to have to remove your pajamas every time.”
“Michael…” she moaned.
I skimmed my other hand down her stomach, over her pelvis and slid it between her thighs until I had two digits buried deep inside her pussy. She let out a hiss, and it made my dick even harder. I loved that she was uncomfortable from being a virgin. No man was ever going to know her the way I did.
“I’m sore,” she uttered.
“Do you want me to stop?” God, I hope she didn’t want me to stop. If she wanted to cuddle the rest of the night, I’d do it, but, God, I hope that wasn’t the case. I might possibly could die.
Her next words unleashed an insanity in me I hadn’t known could exist. “I’m so scared, so insecure and so sore that…” She let out another moan as my fingers kept working inside her. “I…I’m afraid I’ll tell you to stop. And, oh God, Michael I don’t want you to stop,” she admitted.
