38. SOFIA
38
SOFIA
I ’d always believed in fairy tales, in happy endings and dreams come true. I’d always loved princesses being whisked away by their princes, damsels in high towers and knights who risk it all to defeat the dragon and save them.
As I’d grown up, I’d learned that those things only existed in stories, but I’d looked for small signs in reality.
The perfect sunset. The way the leaves changed color in the fall. A love story that happened between two people who deserved to be happy.
After I’d been burned by a man who’d decided I wasn’t enough, I’d thrown myself into my career, telling myself that I could make fairy tales happen for other people, but I wasn’t ever going to live one myself.
I hadn’t realized that I was the damsel, locked in the tower of my own fears.
And that Ben would be the knight to defeat the dragon and save me.
I’d never thought that I would be the princess to ride off into the sunset with my prince.
But now, I knew that fairy tales were real and happy endings really did come true.
When Ben kissed me, I melted against him.
This was better than any dream could ever be. He was my rock, a solid man with the confidence to take on the world, and he wanted to be with me.
The thought of having a baby together was terrifying, but it was a little less so now that I knew that Ben would be here with me, sharing in the struggles and celebrating in the joys.
And this was all I could ever have asked for.
I wrapped my arms around Ben’s neck and lost myself in the feel of his body pressed against mine. His warmth radiated into me, and his lips were soft but firm on mine, the scrape of his stubble against my chin delicious.
My body responded to him, and I moaned into his mouth.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Ben mumbled against my lips. “You’re everything.”
A shiver ran through my body and I wanted to be close to Ben, closer than this.
I grinded my hips against him, letting him know what I needed, and he was already rock hard in his pants.
He slid one hand onto my neck and pushed the other into my pants, cupping my ass.
I tugged his shirt up, desperate to rid him of it, my eyes drinking in the dark ink tracing his muscles. His tattoos always did something to me, making my pulse race and my body burn hotter every time I saw them.
Ben broke the kiss only to let me pull his shirt up and over his head before crashing his lips back to mine.
His thumb moved in slow circles against my skin, on my neck, as his tongue probed my mouth, tasting, exploring.
He broke the kiss again and trailed his lips along my jaw, down my neck.
My eyes fluttered shut, and my hands gripped his biceps as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. I moaned.
Ben chuckled against my skin.
He walked me toward my bedroom, his hand splayed on the small of my back while he still kissed and nibbled on my neck.
He pushed the door to my bedroom open with his foot and pushed me against the wall. I moaned as he kissed his way down my jaw, my neck, pushing my shirt away to nip at my collarbone.
His hand found the hem of my shirt and he worked it up. I lifted my arms so he could pull my shirt over my head, and I stood topless in front of him. I hadn’t been wearing a bra.
“Jesus, you’re incredible,” he said, staring at my breasts.
I blushed. He’d seen them so many times before, but he always looked at me like I was the only woman he’d ever seen.
He cupped my breasts and massaged them, and I gasped. When he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I whimpered, and he dipped his head and sucked on my other nipple.
I arched my back and dug my fingers into his hair.
He switched, sucking on my other nipple as he played with the first, and I thought I would combust right then, the heat in my body building, my nerve endings on fire.
He pulled away and kissed down my body until he was on his knees. He undid the button of my jeans and peeled my pants and panties down.
He pressed a kiss to my stomach, just below my belly button, and I trembled.
For a moment, he splayed his hands over my lower belly and looked up. I was barely showing, but we were both very aware there was a child growing between us, a product of us together.
“We’re going to be a beautiful family,” Ben whispered.
I smiled down at him and ran my hand down his face.
Ben leaned in and planted kisses on my stomach, slowly working his way down.
I gasped when he dragged his tongue along my hipbone, the thought of family and babies forgotten. I shivered when he breathed against my sex, and I opened my legs for him.
He slid his fingers between my legs, finding me wet, and stroked me. He teased my entrance, and I groaned.
“Don’t tease,” I said. “I need you.”
I lifted my leg over his shoulder, giving Ben more space, and he closed his mouth over my sex. I moaned, tilting my head back against the wall and got lost in the sensation of his tongue against my clit. When he pushed his fingers into me, I cried out, and he stroked my insides.
Slowly, at first, and then faster. He moved his hand in rhythm with his tongue, and I gripped his hair, keeping his face close.
When he flicked his tongue over my clit, my orgasm started. A wave built from deep inside, and as he continued, I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me.
The pleasure spread through my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Ben stroked me through it, and I whimpered and moaned. When the last ripples washed through me, I relaxed.
Ben gently lowered my leg and took me in his arms.
He led me to the mattress and lay down on the bed with me. I was naked, and he stroked his fingers, tracing my curves as if he was committing the sight of me to memory.
“You’re still wearing pants,” I mumbled.
“Yeah,” he said.
“That’s no good.”
I undid his pants and pushed my hand into them. When I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, Ben sucked his breath through his teeth.
Slowly, teasingly, I slid my hand up and down the length of him.
He groaned, his hand still roaming my body. He found my breasts and kneaded them. He ran his hand through the dip of my hip and squeezed my ass.
I pumped my hand up and down faster, and Ben groaned.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I let go of him and tried to pull his pants down. Ben shifted his weight, helping me, and he kicked his pants off. When he reached for his wallet, I put a hand on his arm.
“We don’t need that.”
“Right,” Ben said, and he cocked a lopsided grin at me.
God, I’d come to love that grin.
Ben rolled onto me, and the feel of his cock, hard and heavy against my hip, made me shiver.
I opened my legs for him, and he positioned himself at my entrance. His tip was hot, branding me, and I held my breath. When he slid into me, inch by glorious inch, we both moaned. The feel of him without a condom was enough to make me orgasm.
There really was nothing between us now. We were melded together, skin on skin, together as one.
Ben groaned and rolled his hips. He started slow, teasing, stroking in and out of me. The feel of him filling me up made me moan and whimper. Slowly, he picked up his pace.
When he pushed into me, harder and deeper, I cried out.
His cock was so big, and he stretched me to accommodate him. I moaned every time he thrust into me, and he filled me completely.
I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer, needing to feel him.
When Ben rolled his hips and angled his cock in a different direction, he hit a sweet spot inside me, and I cried out.
“Right there,” I panted.
Ben groaned and thrust into me, hard and deep, hitting the spot over and over.
I clung to him, moving my hips, trying to meet him thrust for thrust but my body was putty in his hands and he was in control.
It didn’t take long for another orgasm to build, and I cried out, louder and longer than the time before.
“Come for me,” Ben murmured.
His voice was thick with need, and his words brought me right to the edge.
“Oh, God, Ben,” I said.
“Sofia,” he groaned.
I opened my eyes. We locked gazes, and Ben rolled his hips, grinding into me.
My orgasm washed over me, and I cried out again, clenching around Ben’s sex. He watched my face as I came undone, and he was right there with me to put me back together again.
We lay motionless for a moment while I caught my breath before I pushed Ben back. He lay back on the mattress and slipped out of me.
I clambered onto him with weak legs and straddled his hips. His sex was large and glistening with what we’d already done.
I guided him to my entrance and sank onto him.
Both of us groaned when I sat all the way down.
I rolled my hips, grinding against him, and Ben’s hands were everywhere. On my thighs, my breasts, my stomach.
I rode him, lifting myself up and sliding down again, and he filled me to the brim. I bucked my hips harder and faster, bracing my hands on Ben’s chest as I rode him. He held onto my hips, pulling me forward, pushing me back, and his cock pushed into me even deeper.
My clit rubbed against his pubic bone as I thrust, and yet another orgasm built.
I gasped, the heat of another wave of pleasure rolling over me, and Ben took over.
He bucked into me from beneath as I rocked my hips, and in no time, my third orgasm washed over me. I collapsed on his chest, the pleasure consuming me, and Ben fucked me from beneath. I cried out with every thrust, and then he groaned and stiffened, emptying himself into me.
I felt his orgasm as it washed through him, his muscles tensing, his body tight beneath mine. He held onto my hips, fingers digging into my skin as his cock jerked inside me.
And then he relaxed and groaned.
I planted kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. He was still inside me, and we were so close, pressed together as one.
We lay like that for a while, sweaty, out of breath, tangled in each other.
Eventually, Ben kissed the top of my head. I lifted my head and faced him, letting him kiss my lips.
Everything was going to be okay now.
Nothing mattered. The fact that I wasn’t going to leave, that I was having a baby when I hadn’t planned it, that I was having a family when I’d been terrified of what I’d have to sacrifice. Because I knew one thing for certain.
I would give it all up for him, if that was what it meant to have him in my life.
But instead, with him in my life, I was allowed to have it all.