Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pulling into the garage, I’m dragging ass. I’m so tired. Only the thought of crawling into bed with a naked Sophia is pulling me through.
Trudging up the stairs, I see the warm glow of a nightlight shining under the door of my bedroom. Turning the doorknob slowly and quietly so that I don’t wake her up, I push it open to find her snoring lightly in the middle of the bed.
The sight makes me smile. Even at three AM.
Slipping out of my uniform until I’m as naked as I hope she is, I slide into bed behind her, wrapping my body around hers and pulling her into my arms.
“You made it,” she whispers.
Leaning over, I kiss her neck and run my hand over her hip, down to the heat between her legs. “Was there any doubt? I’ll always come when I promise you.”
She backs her ass up into my lap, wiggling it for effect.
“You didn’t send me a scene from our book.”
“Why would I? You’re better than any book. You don’t need any inspiration.”
“You’re my inspiration, Goddess.” Kissing along her neck makes her moan and relax into me.
I slip my fingers through her wet pussy, letting them plunge into her. At the same time, she reaches back for my cock, pumping her hand back and forth slowly.
“Go slow tonight,” she asks.
“Everything okay?” I ask her, concerned that she might be hurt. She’s never asked for slow.
“Perfect. I just want to enjoy feeling you close.” She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.
I capture her lips with mine before letting her turn back around. “Your wish is my command.”
She starts to roll over, but I stop her, holding her against me as I push at her hips to get her to bend a little. Her body is pliable under my touch, following any and every direction I give her.
I notch my cock at her pussy, sliding into her from behind with her thighs squeezed together, making us closer, just like she wants.
Gliding in and out, slow as fuck, one hand roams back to her clit while the other one finds her breast, giving equal attention to both. Her nails dig into my ass as she whimpers with barely audible moans.
“That feels so good,” she whispers as I kiss the spot behind her earlobe down to her collarbone.
Her tight core squeezes me so hard that even though it hasn’t been very long, I’m ready to come. “I’m going to need you to come, Goddess.”
She nods with her head resting on my bicep. I reach behind me for the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom and sheath myself before sliding back into her.
Pinching her nipple and clit at the same time, she arches her back into me. I swirl my middle finger around her clit, lightly rubbing all her favorite spots.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“That’s it, Goddess. Come for me.”
Falling apart in my arms is my favorite way to have her. I hold her tight and continue to slide in and out as she comes down, my own orgasm following hers.
We both fall limp against one another, and I pull out. Slipping the condom off, I drop it in the small trash can next to the bed.
When I roll back over, she’s turned to face me and wraps her body around me, our arms and legs tangled together.
“Thank you,” she whispers into my neck.
“For what?”
“Keeping me safe, coming home, going slow, basically anything I ask. You make it all happen, and I love you for it.” She snuggles in closer, like she can’t get close enough.
“Always, Goddess. I’ll never take you for granted.”
Laying in silence until her snores begin again, I let myself drift off with her, knowing it can’t get much better than this.