14. Bram
14
brAM
G oing to bed tonight is different.
This is so much more than collapsing onto the mattress after losing ourselves in a lust-fueled haze. Her hand is warm in mine as I lead the way up the dark stairs, flickering firelight lingering below us. Even the sounds of our sock-clad feet on the wood floors and the rustle of fabric seem louder than usual.
Downstairs, half a dozen board games are stacked on the coffee table, and empty hot chocolate mugs are sitting in the sink. It’s late, but I’m wide awake, my heart thudding heavily as I turn the doorknob to my bedroom.
The memory of Sophie’s outraged expression when I won the last round of cards makes me smile as I release her hand, crossing to the bedside table to turn on a lamp.
“I’m just going to clean up,” Sophie yawns, drifting off to the bathroom, leaving me to sit on the edge of the bed and check my phone for the first time since my talk with Honor earlier. No missed calls, no missed messages, and I’m not sure if I should be relieved or worried. It’s too late to call now, so I’ll just have to check in with her in the morning .
I look up sharply at the quiet snick of the bathroom door opening.
Sophie pauses in the doorway, her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders, framing her face in waves that look like burnished gold in the warm lamplight. She isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, and my cock warms as I stare at her.
“I used to imagine what you look like naked. Fantasize.” I crook my finger and Sophie draws forward, gazing at me through heavily lidded eyes. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“Were your estimates accurate, Mr. Vogel?”
I chuckle, reaching out to set my hands on her waist, taking my time to examine her. “Not even close.”
My touch travels up her sides, coming to cup her breasts, which fill my hands perfectly. Sophie sucks in an unsteady breath, arching forward as I draw my thumbs back and forth over her tightened nipples.
“I keep thinking about getting you pregnant,” I admit, my voice like gravel.
“Oh.”
I tear my gaze from her tits to meet her emerald eyes. “Am I scaring you?”
Slowly, silently, she shakes her head. No.
With a low hum, I let one hand fall, cupping her hot, slick pussy. The visceral, possessive instincts this woman has always inspired in me are flaring to life, more determined than ever and ready for a fight. I won’t lose her now. I can’t.
Sophie bucks into my touch, a quiet whine falling from her lips as I bend one finger to tease her entrance. “We can pretend, if you want,” she breathes, her hands clutching my shoulders as I breach her opening, curving two fingers to brush gently over her G-spot. My cock is like iron in my pants, and I teased her enough today. It’s not long before I’m pulling them out and licking away the slick arousal coating my fingers and knuckles.
“You’re the only woman I’ve had these thoughts about,” I confess as I guide her to lay beside me on the bed. Seconds later, my body is covering hers, her thighs wrapped around my hips as I shove down the waistband of my sweatpants, freeing my erection.
I don’t need to guide it in this time. Both of us stare between our bodies, watching as the head of my cock bumps her clit and passes through her seam, settling right against her greedy little hole like an arrow finding its mark.
Impatient, I press forward into her hot, tight channel, and we both moan as I bottom out. Sophie’s spine bows off the mattress, her lips falling open as she pants, readjusting to my size. Lowering my lips to kiss her jaw, I murmur directly into her ear, “I want you begging me to fuck my cum into you three times a day. I want you to be taking vitamins before you’ve even had a positive test, and when they call your name in the doctor’s office, I want it to be Sophie Vogel.”
Her breath catches as I begin to move, rocking in and out of her tight heat, overcome by how fucking right that sounds. Sophie Vogel—that’s my end game.
Sophie Vogel, who sleeps right in this bed beside me every night and holds my hand into work every morning.
Sophie Vogel, who teases me, challenges me, and reminds me to smile.
Sophie. Fucking. Vogel.
“Bram,” she whimpers, clutching my shoulders as I set a slow, decadent pace. I take her hands, weaving them through mine and pinning them to the mattress above her head, my arms framing her beautiful face.
“I want you to want this as badly as I do,” I continue, lowering my lips to brush over hers, and biting back a smile as her chin tilts up, chasing my kiss .
Gathering her wrists in one hand, I reach down to hitch her knee higher on my body, using it as leverage as I shift my weight, trying to get deeper. Nothing has ever felt as good as this.
“I do want it. I want it so bad, Bram.” Sophie’s voice cracks, and I can tell by the way her pussy is gripping me, that she’s close.
My pulse thuds unevenly, echoing in my ears as I gaze down into her wide eyes, shining and dark in the lamplight. Something is happening to us, something is changing, and instinctively, I know. Sophie is giving up the fight.
“Tell me,” I choke, pushing her leg higher, fucking her deeper as her pussy gets wetter and her inner walls tighten on my cock. My girl rocks against me, her moans turning to sobs of pleasure as I work her closer, desperate to make her come. “Tell me,” I plead again, my voice rough with emotion and the unbelievable sensations her body is giving mine.
“I love you.”
My orgasm comes out of nowhere, barreling through me in a storm as intense as the one raging outside. I’m so far gone that I’m barely conscious of Sophie writhing beneath me, her cries joining mine as she follows me over the edge. Her inner walls grip my dick as tight as my fist, keeping me locked in, spilling my seed in the deepest part of her as lights burst behind my eyelids and my whole body shakes.
It’s a primal claim, one that makes the monster inside me roar with approval when I’m able to lift my head from my shoulder, staring down into Sophie’s dazed expression. My throat clogs with emotion as I release my hold on her, instead wiping away the tears that have tracked down the sides of her face, the ones I didn’t notice until this moment.
“I love you too.”
She doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. Instead, she kisses me, and my chest feels like it could burst. These feelings are too big, too overwhelming, and I’m ready for them.
Parting from her is the last thing I want to do, but Sophie yawns, and with a low groan, I pull out. She turns into my arms as I pull the covers over us and reach past her to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“You can’t take it back in the morning,” I tell her as she rests her head on the pillow beside mine.
With a lazy hum, Sophie reaches from beneath the covers to take my hand. “You’d never let me get away with it,” she murmurs, yawning again, and though I can’t see her face, I can tell she’s smiling.
My eyes are itchy with exhaustion, but I force myself to stay awake, drawing my fingers up and down Sophie’s spine as her breathing becomes slow and deep.
Sometime tonight, as we cuddled by the fire, playing board games, talking, and laughing, I had an idea. Sophie narrowly avoiding being hit by a car in the middle of an epic snowstorm has been responsible for so much of the progress in our relationship. We’ve been circling each other for months, never on the same page, never trusting the feelings that were growing stronger anyway.
Now, I want to give her a memory of me bending over backward to show her exactly how much she means to me. So, careful not to jostle Sophie as quiet snores begin to fill the bedroom, I slip out of bed.