Chapter 24 #2
So fucking worth it.
I’m moving before Sophie even finishes her sentence. Locking one hand around her wrists, I bring them to my mouth, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin on the underside of each before yanking her arms above her head and pinning them there.
She gasps, looking up at me with wide, gorgeous, lust-filled eyes.
Hovering above her, I grip her hip with my free hand.
“Sophie,” I say, my voice ragged with desire, body vibrating with need.
“Keep those stunning legs wrapped around me, and please remember you are my favorite human on earth, because I’m about to disrespect the fuck out of you. ”
She grins, her eyes sharpening, darkening, and she cants her hips just enough for me to slide through her pussy again, soft, wet heat against my throbbing, rock hard erection. “I think I’m going to love being disrespected by you.”
I groan, pulling back just enough to line myself up at her entrance, then pushing forward slowly, filling her in one, single, perfect stroke.
“Oh my god,” she moans out, tightening her legs around me, heels digging into my ass. “You feel so good. I knew you would.”
“Goddammit, Sophie,” I grit out, pulling back and thrusting in again, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head with how good she feels wrapped around me.
“This cunt. It’s perfect. Fucking made for me.
” Dropping my head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the pebbled peak as I pull out and rock back in, grinding my hips against hers until she moans again.
I love her sounds. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll never come for anyone but me, ever again. ”
“Look at me, Tyler,” Sophie says in a low, almost desperate voice. “Please.” And when I do, the feelings that swirl in her eyes take my breath away. My chest aches with the need to get closer, even though I know in the deepest depths of me there would be no close that is close enough.
Not with her.
She is it for me.
My all.
My everything.
“I’ve never wanted to come for anyone but you.
I’ll never want to come for anyone but you ever again.
It’s always been you, Tyler. It will always only be you.
” Her confession has emotion tightening my chest, a dark need to possess crashing over me.
And when Sophie lifts her head and presses her lips to mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth in a wet, messy kiss as our bodies roll in sync, I know with more certainty than I have ever known anything before.
It’s always been her too.
It will always be her.
That knowledge snaps the last vestiges of my control.
Grabbing one of her legs from behind my back, I hook my free hand under her knee, pushing it up to her chest and opening her wide for me. When I pull back and thrust in sharply, tightening my hand on her wrists, she lets out a long, low moan that turns me wild with need.
“Holy shit, Tyler,” Sophie grits out, her eyes swimming with pleasure, her hips rising and falling to meet my hard, steady strokes. “That’s so good. So fucking good.”
“It’s good because it’s you and me, Soph,” I pant, dragging my tongue up her calf, over her knee, her stomach, between her breasts, before taking her mouth, tasting every bit of the pleasure and need and desire she’s feeling, recognizing it because it’s the twin of my own.
“You are everything I want. Everything I need. The girl. Of my fucking. Dreams.” I punctuate each word with a rough thrust of my hips, unhooking my arm from her knee so I can collar her throat with my free hand while I fuck her wildly.
I watch as her perfect tits bounce with every rock of my hips, and I dream about fucking them too.
Painting her chest with my cum and watching it drip down her sweet, perfect nipples. Sucking it off.
Sometime.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I want to fill her up so full she’ll feel me for days. So deep I imprint myself on her soul, the same way she’s already inscribed her name on mine.
When Sophie’s eyes drop closed, I squeeze her throat harder, and they fly right back open.
“Good fucking girl,” I rasp, thrusting in and grinding deep and hard, pleasure streaking up my spine when she cries out.
How possessive is too much possessive? I wonder idly, as Sophie’s pleasure-glazed eyes lock on mine.
I’m pretty sure I’m about to find out. “When I’m fucking you, you look at me.
You watch who it is who’s making these legs shake.
This pussy flutter. Who is giving you all the pleasure you can handle and then so, so much more.
You watch me, Sophie, because we belong to each other now. ”
Freeing her wrists, I slide an arm around her back and roll us until she’s on top.
I push up into a sitting position and help her wind her legs around me, her ass settled on my thighs and my dick still buried inside her.
“I’m yours,” I repeat, bracketing her face with my hands.
“Always. Now ride me, Sal.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly to me.
“Ride my cock like you own it because you fucking do. You own every single inch of me.”
I thrust up and Sophie’s eyes flash, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she starts to move, back and forth, grinding hard and deep. So deep the shock of pleasure blurs my vision, my fingers digging into her back as she finds her rhythm and I hold on for the ride.
“Holy fuck,” Sophie mumbles, dragging her pelvis against mine, moaning at the friction and rolling her hips in a rhythm that has my eyes practically crossing.
I’m so deep, and the pleasure is so intense I have to grit my teeth to keep from blowing inside her, my only restraint the need to make this last as long as possible.
To be joined with her like this forever—if I can make it so, I think, as I drop my eyes down to where she moves over me.
Takes me into her body. “This is everything.” She grabs my hair and tugs my head up until my eyes meet hers. “You are everything.”
Sophie’s words hit me straight in the chest, and when she lifts up and slams back down onto me, a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips, I lose my fucking mind.
With one hand wrapped around her back and the other tangled in her hair, I slam my mouth to hers in a feral fucking kiss that tastes like want and need and desire and everything I feel but don’t have the words for yet.
Holding her tight, I fuck her from below, pleasure ricocheting through me with every rock of her hips, every thrust of mine, each stroke of my tongue over hers.
And my hands never, ever stop moving. They glide up and down her back and over her shoulders.
Along her thighs and around to cup her ass, my fingers dipping down to trace the spot where we’re joined, feeling myself move in and out of her as she rocks harder, takes me even deeper.
I have never been this close to another person, and just like before, it doesn’t seem close enough. When I pull away and lock eyes with Sophie, her pupils are blown, her face flushed, her eyes wide and dark and filled with a raw emotion I understand because it matches my own.
This is the moment I know.
I am going to love Sophie Sullivan until the day I die.
My heart beats for her. I fucking breathe for her.
I have no clue how it took me this long to figure it out because it seems so obvious now. There is no world in which we didn’t end up right here, together.
She is my best friend. My twin flame. My most unexpected inevitable.
She was made for me and me for her, and that knowledge has a kind of desperation rising up inside me. A need for her so enormous, it can’t possibly be survivable.
A love so big it’s indescribable. It just is. Was. Always has been.
Dropping a hand between us, I roll my thumb over her clit as I fuck up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke, our bodies, minds, hearts perfectly in sync.
“I didn’t know,” I murmur, taking her mouth in a long, languid kiss that is the opposite of the frantic way our bodies move, grinding, rolling, thrusting, climbing toward a release I’m positive is going to break me apart and put me back together into someone wholly different than I was when this night began.
Being with her now, like this, is rearranging my fucking DNA.
“Know what?” Sophie asks, her words ending on a moan as my thumb rolls, teases, circles as she moves.
“That it could feel like this.”
Sophie sucks in a breath, her eyes swirling with something that has my chest clenching and my need for her threatening to boil over.
Sliding my free arm around her back, I lock her body against mine and thrust harder, fucking her fast and deep, desperate for a release and also never wanting it to come because if it doesn’t, I get to stay here forever.
Sophie lets out a low, almost frantic whimper, a light sheen of sweat on her body, her hips bucking hard and fast against me, hands tangling in my hair, tugging like I’m her only anchor in the storm of our shared pleasure.
“I’m so close,” she says on a moan. “So fucking close. I need to come, Tyler, goddammit.”
“Fucking please,” I beg with a groan, pleasure gathering at the base of my spine, threatening to explode. “Give it to me, Sophie.”
I slide her clit between two fingers, tipping my hips so I hit her at the perfect angle and watch, rapt, as her eyes snap wide, her entire body going taut as her legs shake around me, her nails digging into my shoulders and her mouth falling open in pleasure.
“Oh my god, Tyler,” she cries out. “I’m coming.
Fuck,” is all she manages before her inner walls clench and she comes on a gush, her release soaking my cock and leaking out to drip onto my thighs.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, locking my arms around her and thrusting up sharply, the feel of her cum between us making me wild with the need for my own release.
“You. Are. Perfect.” They are the only words I can say before pleasure barrels up my spine, my orgasm hitting me with so much force it’s a struggle to stay upright as my vision tunnels and all I can see is Sophie, her eyes locked on mine as I come inside her for what feels like forever.
There is no one else in the world. It’s just her and me and the sheer rightness of this thing between us that was always meant to be.
We cling to each other, bodies rocking slowly as our orgasms ebb. When the pleasure finally subsides, Sophie drops her head onto my shoulder with a shuddery breath, and I fall backwards onto the bed, her damp body sprawled over mine like the most perfect blanket and our hearts thundering in sync.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, pressing a kiss to my neck. “What the fuck was that?”
I laugh breathlessly, a little shaken. A lot in love. So happy to be here with her. “That was us, Sal. We’re fucking fire together.”
I feel her grin against my skin and then she pushes herself up so she’s straddling me, gloriously naked.
Her hair is a beautiful mess of damp curls spilling over those incredible tits and her skin is flushed pink, and she is so gorgeous all I can do is grin back at her, so fucking happy she gets to be mine.
“I thought it might be weird,” she says thoughtfully, her eyes bouncing between mine.
“Did you?” I ask, dancing my fingers up her thighs, waiting for her to continue. To hear what she has going on in that big, beautiful, brilliant brain of hers.
She shrugs, tracing my abs with her fingers, laughing a little when the muscles flex under her touch. “I mean, yeah. We’ve been friends our whole lives. It stands to reason things could get a little...uncomfortable when we finally see each other naked.”
“And?” I ask.
Her smile is so big and so beautiful it has butterflies bursting in my stomach. “I’m happy to report that even sitting here with your cock still inside me, it doesn’t feel weird at all. It just feels…”
“Right,” I finish for her when she trails off. I push myself up so we’re chest to chest and kiss her, long and slow. “It feels absolutely, perfectly right.”
Her smile turns to a grin, eyes dancing with fun. “It sure does. So, Tyler Hansley. We’ve just taken a wrecking ball to our friendship. What happens now?”
The second the words leave her mouth, an idea pops into my head. A great idea. The best fucking idea anyone has ever had. I lean in and kiss her nose, absolutely delighted by her. This night. Everything. “I want to take you somewhere.”