Page 57 of Captured Pawn
Instead of complaining, I felt her fingers working to open my own fly before pushing my jeans low enough for my cock to spring free.
Her palm wrapped around my shaft, and it was both heaven and hell. I was close to coming already from only her touch. I needed to slow things down before I embarrassed myself.
“Lie back,” I said, pushing her naked top half back onto the glass counter. This time it was my turn to divest her of her pants, letting them fall into a heap on the floor between us, leaving her completely bare before me.
My tongue got to work, licking and sucking her pussy until I had to hold her thighs to keep her from bucking completely off the worktop when I finally nipped at her clit.
“Yes… oh, shit, that feels so good,” she mumbled as I continued to eat her out. Taking things to the next level, I shoved two fingers deep inside her, curling them slightly until I brushed her g-spot. Sophie erupted like a firecracker, screaming my name loud enough that I was pretty sure Stevie and Pops heard it outside.
I lapped up her juices until the urge to take her couldn’t be ignored. I sensed she was still coming down from her sexual high, giving me time to pump my erection a few times, trying to stave off my own climax, but it wouldn’t last for long.
Pulling Sophie back to a sitting position, I lifted her butt off the counter so I could yank her body into my arms, her legs still strangling my waist.
Our faces were inches apart when my final bit of control deserted me. Gravity gave an assist as I dropped her body onto my cock, impaling her in one thrust. This time, we both cried out.
Our lips found each other again as I lifted and dropped her petite body again and again, chasing the kind of high only being with someone you truly care about could bring. This was so much more than just sex. I’d gotten a small taste of how amazing this kind of intimacy could be on the night I’d been shot. In the weeks away, I’d started to worry I was remembering it wrong.
Here… today… with her in my arms, her scent surrounding me as I claimed her in the most primal way… I realize how right this was.
I’d only be able to hold off coming a few more seconds. I pulled out of our kiss so I could look into Sophie’s eyes as I came inside her. Those violet orbs were glazed with sensual need, and it was a privilege to see her melt into her next powerful orgasm. The feel of her pussy gripping my shaft was my undoing, throwing me into my own climax as I deposited spurt after spurt of cum inside her.
Short of breath, I stumbled the few steps back to the counter where I could set Sophie’s ass back down on the glass, giving us each a few seconds to catch our breath.
“Holy shit, kitten, that was amazing,” I was finally able to choke out after a few long seconds.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, still in recovery mode as she laid her head down on my shoulder.
I loved the feel of her snuggling into the crook of my neck and for a moment, life was perfect. But I didn’t want a stolen moment. I wanted it all. Today, tomorrow, next year, hell, fifty years from now.
“Tomorrow we’re moving all of your stuff from your townhouse to the beach house,” I announced.
Her body tensed up in my arms, chasing away the easy intimacy from minutes before.
Finally pulling out of our embrace, Sophie leaned back to look into my eyes. I saw her confusion and I knew I was responsible for it.
“You told me I had to go away. That it wasn’t safe here for me,” she said, a new edge to her voice.
“I know, and honestly, that’s still what I should have you do.”
“Then why the change all of a sudden?” she asked.
Was that hope I heard in her voice or just my own wishful thinking?
I’ve lived my life giving orders and telling people what they had to do if they wanted to be in my life. It was so tempting to give Sophie an edict and force her to do my will, but in that moment, I knew that wouldn’t make either of us happy. And like it or not, her happiness and safety was all that really mattered to me—and not because Matt had asked me to protect her—which meant I needed to tell her the truth.
“I want you to stay… not because I’m forcing you… but because…”
Just say it, you pussy.
“Part of me is terrified that by keeping you in my life I’ll be putting you in more danger than sending you away, but the thought of you being out there… alone… away from me…”
I was rambling like a teenage newbie. To her credit, she stayed quiet, giving me the time to fumble my words.
“The truth is… Sophie… somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you. These last weeks have been hell. Knowing you were still close, but not being with you. I can’t even imagine…”
I didn’t get to finish my thought. Sophie lunged forward to renew our kiss. It wasn’t until I felt her tears wetting my face that I pulled away from her.
“Hey… why the tears?” I asked, swishing away a fat drop as it rolled down her cheek.
