Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
WILL
S ophie’s whimpered words threaten to undo me right then and there.
Seeing her come undone underneath me, writhing from the pleasure I gave her, filled me with ecstasy like I’ve never felt before. I’ve been with many women. And I always aim to please, never phoning in a performance. But never has it felt so delicious, so all-consuming as this.
Because Sophie is the only woman I’ve ever loved.
It hits me like a tidal wave—the realization washes over me just as Sophie begins untying my belt. While she does, my hands stroke all over her back, her breasts, her hair—everywhere I can reach. She’s soft like silk, and I can hardly stand it, and I’m in love with her.
I’m in love with Sophie.
“Have I ever told you how ridiculously sexy you are?” She sighs as one of her hands strokes my abs, sending shivers down my spine.
“Not yet, you hadn’t.” She pulls my jeans down and I urgently step out of them, hating the few seconds I have to keep my hands away from this woman. I’m nearly shaking from the anticipation, from the absolute adoration I have for her.
Her eyes immediately focus on my boxers, which reveal how much I want her right now. She bites her bottom lip with her teeth and looks back up at me.
God damn.
She grips my ass with hunger and pulls on the fabric to lower my boxers, letting my cock spring free. I’m throbbing for her, so hard it nearly hurts. One of her soft hands wraps around my length, and I groan at the sensation of those elegant fingers on me.
As much as I revel in feeling her stroke me like this, it’s not enough. She asked for more, and I’m dying to give it to her—to be nestled deep inside her, as close as I can ever be. With one hand, I softly yet firmly press her chest to push her back against the bed; my body collides with hers and our mouths meet again, more gently this time, soaking in the tenderness that’s wrapping both of us in its feather-light touch.
My tip strokes her entrance and Sophie shudders below me, jerking her hips to press me closer to her. She’s so wet I could easily slip into her. But I can’t—not yet.
“Condom,” I whisper in her mouth before I pull away. Sophie mewls in protest now that her body is exposed to the coolness of the room, but she doesn’t stop me. With nearly shaking hands, I grab the wallet in my jeans and pull out the wrapper, expertly tearing it.
“Let me,” Sophie interrupts, her hands stopping mine. I look into her big blue eyes, about to drown in them. I don’t argue and let her take the condom away from me to let her slide it down my length. The softness with which she performs the motion rips an involuntary groan from my throat.
As soon as she’s done, she pulls me back on top of her, and everything is right again now that every inch of me is touching every inch of her. I stroke her nipple and make a trail of kisses up to her ear again, because I need to make something clear to her before I go any further.
She’s it for me. She has to know this isn’t just sex.
With one hand, I notch myself at her entrance, but don’t move any further just yet. Struggling to keep my voice steady, I speak in her ear, “I want to make love to you, Sophie.” As soon as the words leave me, I know I’ve always loved her. And I intend to show her just how much. She sucks in a breath underneath me. “Tell me you want this, too.”
“Yes.” Her tone is urgent, clipped. “Will, please.”
Hearing her beg is about to tear me apart. But I resist the urge to slam into her right here and there. I’m savouring this. “Tell me.”
“Make love to me, Will,” she cries out.
That does it. Slowly at first, I push into her, and almost pass out from the feeling of her all around me. Sophie gasps when I reach the hilt. “Fuck, you feel so good, Sophie,” I groan into her neck; she digs her nails into my back in response. After leaving her a few seconds to get accustomed to me stretching her out, I begin to thrust, slowly, sinking hard and deep each time.
Soft moans escape Sophie’s lips, and suddenly we are a tangle of mouths and hands. I worship every inch of skin I have the pleasure of touching, and soon I can’t even make out where I end and where she begins. Deep pleasure courses through all of me, and my heart swells, threatening to explode out of my chest as Sophie’s voice keeps echoing my name, over and over again.
“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good,” she moans, and I can’t help but slam my hips harder into her. “Oh, yes, harder,” she breathes.
I obey, knowing that I am completely done for, and that there’s nothing I won’t do if this woman asks it of me.
“Will,” she repeats, her tone frantic; her muscles begin to spasm against my length. I angle myself just right to give her the most friction exactly where she needs, and she comes undone underneath me, grabbing my ass for dear life. Seeing her lose herself tips me over the edge, and I let go, clenching my jaw and grunting at the ecstasy lighting up every atom of my being.
For a moment, neither of us moves as we regain our breath. My face sinks deep into her neck, revelling in her intoxicating scent. But when we’ve finally untangled from each other, cleaned up, and crawled back into bed, Sophie doesn’t waste a moment to snuggle against me, wrapping one leg over my hips and laying her head on my slick chest.
I kiss her forehead, letting myself bask in this ultimate bliss. I have her. I have my Sophie.