15. Sophia
SOPHIA
H e sighs a big, satisfied sigh, then chuckles. “I think I ruined your nice duvet. Whoops.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy a new one. I never liked this thing, anyway.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him. We grin at each other like fools.
“Hello, Mr. McCord.”
“Good evening, Ms. Bianco.”
“Would you like a wet cloth for cleanup?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, I would.”
“It’s no trouble at all.”
We’re both as high as kites, grinning at each other like a pair of circus clowns. I’d almost forgotten how strong those orgasmic endorphins can be.
I kiss him, cradling his face in my hands, then tell him to lie on the bed and wait for me. He shoots to his feet and does a swan dive onto the mattress, flipping onto his back and flinging both arms out to the sides.
Between his legs, his cock still stands stiff as a flagpole.
It’s a beautiful thing. So is his smile, which is huge and blinding. He looks like he just discovered he can fly.
“If I start calling you Mrs. Robinson, would that be insulting?”
“Not to me. Anne Bancroft was ten years younger than I am now when she made The Graduate .”
I head into the bathroom as he continues to speak.
“But she was supposed to be like twenty years older than Dustin Hoffman in the film, right?”
“Right. But they were only six years apart in reality. So none of the age stuff actually meant anything. It was all for show.”
I stop in front of the bathroom mirror to stare at my reflection. I have to admit, I’m glowing. My skin looks fantastic. Those rosy, post-coital cheeks.
Carter’s better for my complexion than all the expensive creams I use.
I run a washcloth under warm water, squeeze it out, and wipe it between my legs. I rinse it and squeeze the water out again, then return to him. Gazing up at me, he watches me walk toward him. His beautiful body an offering. His heart in his eyes.
I climb onto the bed and stretch out next to him. Taking his cock in my hand, I gently start to clean him with the washcloth.
“Nobody’s ever done this for me,” he murmurs, watching me caress him.
“They should have. You’re an excellent patient.”
“If I’m a patient, that means you’re the doctor, right?”
Our gazes meet. His eyes glint with mischief.
Chuckling, I raise my brows. “Oh, you like that idea, do you?”
He bites his lip and nods.
“God, you’re adorable. How are you this cute?”
“Cute again? Arrgh!”
“Pardon me. How are you this…perfect?”
He glances demurely down at my hands. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” I lean over and press a kiss to his hard stomach. “I could eat all my meals right here.”
“That can be arranged.”
We smile at each other. I’ve never felt this comfortable with a man this early on. I’m not sure what that means. Or if I want to know.
“Uh-oh. She’s thinking. That’s never good.”
He’s teasing but the worry comes through loud and clear. I shake my head and pick up his hand, cleaning that with the washcloth too. “I was actually just pondering how easy things seem to be with you.”
“Pondering? You were pondering while my dick was in your hands?”
“Don’t be insulted. I can multitask very well.”
“Okay, but if you ever admit while I’m making love to you that you’re also composing your grocery list, I’ll throw myself off the nearest cliff.” He quickly backtracks on that. “I mean I’m not expecting…I’m not assuming that we—”
“Yes you are,” I say lightly, smiling. “And that’s okay.”
He breathes a soft sigh of relief.
Finished cleaning him up, I rise from the bed again and deposit the washcloth in the clothes hamper in the closet. Then I find my discarded sweatpants and sweatshirt next to the bed and get dressed.
Carter watches my every movement, making no move to get dressed himself.
Seeing him acquiescent like that, soft-eyed and waiting, takes my breath away.
Maybe it’s the tequila that makes me do it. Or maybe it’s just because it feels right. Whatever the reason, what I say next surprises us both.
“I’d like you to spend the night. I don’t think we should have sex yet, but if you’re okay with that, and you’d like to stay too, I want you to.”
He draws a slow breath. Without taking his gaze from mine, he whispers, “Yes. Thank you.”
This man has thanked me more in one night than my ex did in twenty years of marriage. If I ever meet his mother, I’m going to compliment her on her parenting skills.
Or possibly die of embarrassment, considering she could probably be my older sister.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything for you to wear to bed.”
“I’d say that’s a tragedy, but we both know I’d be lying.”
“What do you normally sleep in?”
“Briefs. A T-shirt if it’s cold.”
I smile. “It’s not cold tonight.”
He rolls off the bed and stands. Then he strolls around to my side, grinning devilishly. “So you want me naked.”
“I do. Get undressed.”
He cocks his head and smiles. “So bossy.” But he eagerly strips off his jeans and briefs until he’s standing fully naked in front of me.
Looking at his strong, muscular body, I murmur, “You’re gorgeous. My God. Even your feet are perfect.”
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly, putting his face into my hair. Winding my arms around his waist, I rest my cheek against his chest and listen to the steady thump of his heart.
He whispers, “Will you be naked too?”
“Better not. Too risky.”
“What if I promise to behave myself?”
“It’s not you I’m worried about.”
“Gotcha. Would it be okay if I woke you up in the morning with my mouth between your legs?”
He’s too good to be true. There has to be something wrong with him. Nobody is this wonderful.
“That would be more than okay, but you have to let me reciprocate. I don’t want this getting one-sided.”
“Making you feel good makes me feel good. It’s a turn-on.” He pauses to chuckle. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying no to a blowjob.”
“My skills might be a little rusty. You have to promise not to laugh at me.”
“I guarantee that no man in the history of the world has ever laughed when a woman has his dick in her mouth. Let’s go to bed.”
He turns to the bed and drags the covers down, then pulls me into his arms and flops on to the mattress, taking me with him. My laugh is breathless, but it turns to a shriek when he starts to tickle me. He rolls over and pins me underneath him, grinning down at me like a madman.
I say, “I forgot to ask you if you snore.”
“I forgot to ask if you snore.”
I pretend to be insulted. “How dare you, sir? A lady doesn’t do that.”
He peppers kisses all down one side of my neck, then kisses me on the mouth. “Ah, but are you a lady? I hope not. There are too many filthy things I want to do to you.” He puts his mouth next to my ear and whispers, “And have you do to me.”
He rolls us over, arranging our bodies so I’m facing away from him on my side and he’s curled up behind me, then he pulls the covers over us and snuggles against me, throwing an arm over to pull me in tight. His sigh is deep and contented.
“Are we really going to sleep with the lights on?”
“Oh shit. Sorry, I got distracted.”
He leaps out of bed, runs over to the wall switch by the door and hits it, then runs back to me as the room is plunged into darkness. Within moments, he’s resumed his spot behind me, tucking his legs up behind mine. He slips a hand under my sweatshirt and cups my breast.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.” We lie there quietly for a moment, until I become aware of his erection poking at my ass. “You’re hard again. Unless you brought your wallet to bed with you.”
“I’ll think about something unsexy if you don’t like it.”
“I like it. I’m just surprised.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the most boner-worthy woman in the world. Of course I’m hard again.”
“No refractory period necessary, hmm?”
“Yeah, like five minutes.” His voice turns throaty. “I can go all night if you want to.”
I smile into the darkness, thinking I might take him up on that sometime.
Like that, sated and smiling, I fall asleep.
The dream begins in a fairy-tale woods.
Golden sunshine filters down from the lush overhead canopy.
Colorful birds serenade me from the branches of the trees along with the playful music of flutes and wind chimes.
A waterfall splashes somewhere nearby but out of sight, the sound of the water carrying on a warm, gentle breeze.
The air smells of springtime—blooming flowers and rich, rain-drenched earth.
I’m strolling barefoot through the gauzy light, humming to myself, in no hurry and with no particular destination in mind.
The mossy ground is soft beneath my feet.
The dress I’m wearing is a pale yellow wisp of silk, barely covering my naked body.
I’m aware of my nipples, the way the fabric slides over them, teasing them to tightness, sending lovely tingles down between my legs.
Suddenly, from behind the trunk of a towering magnolia tree steps an enormous satyr.
He’s a man to the waist, with the build of a warrior, his chest broad and hewn with muscle, his skin burnished from the sun. His face is ruggedly handsome, his hair dark gold, his ears pointed. An unkempt beard covers his jaw.
His lower body is coated in a thick layer of brown fur. His legs are those of an animal, horse or goat, with hooves instead of feet.
A huge erection juts from between his furry legs.
My heart pounding, I freeze in place and stare at him with wide eyes.
“Hello, lady nymph,” he growls. Glowing blue eyes rake over my body. He licks his lips and grins lasciviously. “What a pretty little nymph you are. But a trifle sad. I think you need a good, hard fucking to make you happy.”
His enormous erection bobs. Fluid glistens at the swollen crown. Thick veins run the length of it, pulsing with blood. I stare at his penis, fascinated and terrified, my heart beating like mad.
I turn and run.
Animalistic laughter rings out behind me.