31. Sophie
Sophie
“I love you and it’s getting worse.” – Joseph E. Morris
T he rays of early morning sunlight dance across my bare skin, waking me up from the best dream of my life.
With a content smile on my face, I start to stretch only to feel intense soreness all over my body.
I suck in a deep breath, freezing. “It wasn’t a dream,” I whisper to myself, my eyes as wide as they can get when memories of last night all slam into me at once.
Sex. I’ve had sex with my fake husband.
Lots and lots of hot sex.
I whimper, remembering how well he played with my body, the highs he gave me, the amount of times he came inside me. I stop once again, shifting my legs but don’t feel any stickiness in between them.
Did he clean me up?
He did, didn’t he?
I smile. Clover can pretend all he wants that he’s a grumpy ogre, but moments like these show me exactly the kind of man he really is. The kind of man I knew he was from the first day I’ve met him.
I’ve never felt even an ounce of what I am now. Not with anyone else. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, our bodies moved like they knew each other for a lifetime and craved more with each second.
When that impeccable control of his finally snapped, there was no holding back.
I turn, suddenly aware that Clover is not in the bed with me, but a second later I hear the shower turn on. He must’ve just gotten up himself.
How badly is he freaking out right now?
Honestly, part of me is. A vastly different part from his, but I am. Because if I thought I was falling for the man before, this physical connection will complicate matters tenfold. Of that, I’m sure.
Yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it. None of it. Not from the day I agreed to marry him and not last night. I just need to build better barriers around my heart because I want more of him. I need more of him just as I feel he needs me.
Am I being naive right now? Maybe.
Will I crash and burn after it’s all said and done? Most likely.
But it’s a bridge I can cross later. Theè mou, I have a lot of freaking bridges to cross later.
I get up from the bed and try the door that leads to the bathroom. Unlocked. A mischievous smile curves my lips as I step inside.
Clover’s impressive back is to me as he stands under the waterfall, washing out soap from his blond hair. The soapy suds sliding down every defined and honed muscle, and over his perfect ass. My gosh, I could sink my teeth into that ass.
I could…and I will.
In a few steps, I’m sliding the glass door open.
The sound snapping Clover’s attention over to me and he watches me step inside.
Naked and with clear intent written in my eyes but his are wary.
I can see that he wants to stay away, he wants to fight it, even though it was him who proposed we enjoy the benefits of our marriage.
“What are you doing here?”
“Showering with my husband. You mind?” Grabbing the soap from the shelf, I lower onto my knees in front of him and start washing his body. From his feet to his thick thighs to his quickly hardening cock.
Clover’s eyes never leave mine. Not as his jaw ticks, his hands ball up and that last shred of restrain he still had, snaps.
“Little fucking menace…”
His hand wraps around my head, fisting in my hair as he tips my head up. “You came into my shower, interrupting me so I could fuck your mouth, wife?” He openly eye-fucks me now, without shame or holding back and it’s such a turn on, I feel my pussy getting wetter.
“Yes, sir.” I lick my lips.
He groans, tipping his head back before clashing his heated gaze with mine, gripping his hard cock and parting my lips with it.
Immediately, I moan around him, loving the feel of his cock inside my mouth.
I’ve never been with anyone as large and thick as Clover is. It’s almost too much and I love every long inch of it.
“Last night wasn’t enough for you?”
“Never,” I say around him, without realizing how much I mean that.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, thrusting into my mouth with increased intensity. “Your mouth… God, why does it feel so good?”
His words only spur me on, sucking him faster and deeper.
Suddenly, I feel Clover’s hand on my neck as he slows his thrusts. I look up, finding his intense gaze on mine as he licks his lips. “Relax for me, wife. I want to try something. I want to feel myself here.”
For a second, I don’t understand what he means but then he starts sliding down deeper into my throat, and I gag.
“Shh. I said, relax.” He gently rubs his thumb over my throat, and I swallow hard, understanding dawning on me. “Yes,” he praises softly, when I try to relax and breathe through my nose .
Clover starts to slide deeper again and this time I don’t gag, allowing him to do as he pleases. Reveling in the feeling.
“Oh, what a good wife,” he moans, the sound dripping with sex as he slides his hand over my throat. “Swallow,” he commands, and I do, my throat burning around his length. But I’d do anything he tells me right now.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Clover groans, his eyes hooded as he slides up and down, feeling his cock inside me. “You love it, don’t you?” I nod in agreement. “What else do you love? When I fuck your tight pussy?” I nod again.
Clover stops, his cock deep down my throat. “How about when I call you my wife? Do you love that?” This time I don’t nod, I moan, shifting on my legs because my pussy throbs—truly throbs—whenever he calls me that.
“Of course, you do. Because you are…mine,” he grunts and thrusts his hips into my mouth again.
I have no idea who this man is right now, but I’ll take every second of it.
I swallow again and moan, inexplicably turned on by what he’s doing to me. My pussy is throbbing, pulsing so hard in between my legs I’m almost shaking with the need to come.
Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, his cock thickens inside my mouth and he comes with one long, strong thrust, slapping his balls against my face on a guttural groan as he grips my hair hard and unrelenting, not allowing me to pull away for even a moment as I take every drop of him inside, swallowing.
He doesn’t realize it, but I wouldn’t pull away even if he begged me. I want his cum. I want it so fucking much. I've wanted to break his control from day one.
Clover slips from my mouth, somehow still very hard, but if I thought we’re done after this, oh boy, am I wrong.
That animalistic glint in his eyes is shining even brighter as he swipes me off my knees, pushes me up against the cold tile wall and slams his mouth against mine, taking it just as rough with his lips as he did with his cock .
I moan, attempting to wrap my arms around his neck, but instead hit the showerhead, sending the spray in a completely opposite direction halfway over the glass. The shower is small and uncomfortable and it’s cold without the water.
Clover doesn’t seem to care, though. Not in the slightest as he drops to his knees, pulls my legs around his shoulders and sinks his tongue inside my pussy.
“Ohmigod,” I scream, clutching at anything I can find.
“Fucking heaven,” he murmurs into me and sucks my clit. Hard. “My wife’s pussy is so damn sweet. I knew I should’ve had it sooner. Come on, weep for me. Feed me your cum for breakfast.”
My head hits against the tiled wall as I shake from that filthy mouth of his. Filthy in every way. Within a minute of his skillful tongue working me, I come.
I come fast and hard, tearing his hair out with how hard I’m gripping it. My orgasm shakes my whole body, and I start to slide down until my butt hits the floor and Clover is locked around my legs in the most uncomfortable position but I’m too spent to move.
“Okay, shower sex is not as comfortable as they make it seem.” I sigh, still catching my breath.
“No, it’s not,” Clover agrees. “But we’re still doing it because if I don’t get my cock inside your weeping pussy in the next five seconds, I’ll die.” He untangles himself from my legs, his impressive cock, hard and ready to go again.
I lick my lips. “We can’t have that. I’m too small to carry and bury your huge dead body. I mean, can you imagine the logistics? I’d have to get you rolled onto a blanket or something and drag you out. And how would one get you in a car—”
“Sophie! With all the love in the world, shut up.” Clover lifts me up, twisting me so I’m facing the wall, grips my hips and thrusts inside me before I can say another rambling word.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, I can do that.”
“Not. Good. Enough,” he grits out. “Need to fuck you harder.”
And he does.
Oh, does he ever .
I feel every inch as he takes me with an almost punishing force until we are both coming so hard we’re way past the point of shaking.
We are a mess of skin and bones and tears that I feel on the brim of my eyes as he crushes against me, pinning me to the wall as we try to catch our breaths and regain some strength.
Clover stays silent as he holds me tight, his forehead resting against the back of my head, and despite the bliss I’m in, I can feel the wariness, the uncertainty and flashes of regret wash over him in the aftermath.
Just like they had last night. And just like last night, I will be here to ground him. To remind him it’s okay to feel.
I curve my arm around the back of his neck, anchoring his body to mine. “Clover,” I start but feel him shake his head slightly.
“I’ve never…I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Clover asks, he words shaky as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body.
“No, no, Clover. You didn’t hurt me.” I glide my hand over the back of his neck, feeling his trembling breath on my skin.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Hell, what always comes over me around you. I’ve never…” He trails off, sucking a deep breath in. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I freeze. “Y-You haven’t?”
“No.” He rubs his nose over the curve of my neck as his arms still hold me, tight and protective. Almost as if he’s afraid I might run away. “I haven’t had sex in a long time, Sophie. And before that…” He pauses for a second. “It was never like that.”
“How long?”
Clover hesitates and then his arms tighten around me as he says, “Since I was eighteen.”
“What?” I whirl around despite his hold on me. “Are you serious?”
How is that possible?
“Yes,” he says, almost sheepishly, he tries to look away as if ashamed, but I cup his face, bringing it back to mine, sensing there’s more to the story but also know he’s not going to share it. At least, yet .
“What can I say? I am pretty irresistible.” I waggle my eyebrows, unable to resist the temptation to tease him. And it works, because Clover rolls his eyes, those shadows in them, disappearing and tries to pull away.
I catch him again with a giggle before sobering and taking a deep breath.
“I haven’t had a lot of partners, Clover. Two, to be exact, before you, and I’ve never been adventurous in the bedroom. Not like I want to be with you,” I add quietly. “So, I don’t know what is it about us, but I like it. I liked every second of it. You haven’t hurt me, and I want more.”
He watches me with quiet intensity before his lips find mine and he kisses me tenderly but with so much passion, I forget about the cold, the mess that the water is making, and generally everything else that should worry me.
I forget that I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with my fake husband.
Love Hive :
Jules444: Um, has anyone seen much of Cal and Sophie lately? Is everything alright between them?
Toughtolove: Saw Cake pop this morning, he was late to work! Fourth day in a row!
CookieJ: *Blushing emoji* Oh, to be young and in love again.
Ninasunshine: Fanny, why are you still stalking the boy? That operation was over weeks ago when he got married.
Toughtolove: Oh, I don’t know my dear Nina…I don’t know. Something smells fishy over there.
Therunawaybride: Psh, finally the stench has reached you. I’m way ahead of you there.
Infullbloom: What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you all dare to interfere! I finally got them to come for family dinner again.
Toughtolove: Perfect! We’ll be there. Fanatstic Four, assemble.
Infullbloom: Wait, what? No, Fanny, I need my daughter-in-law to like me, not hate me more!
Willoflove: Not to worry, dear Lily, I’ll bring this special tea to put her in a better mood.
Toughtolove: Willa, I don’t suppose you have something, like say, truth serum?
Infullbloom: Agh!
CookieJ: Fanny!
Ninesunshine: Whatever for?
Toughtolove: Well, you all might believe in this half-cooked rubbish, but I promised his nana to take care of him and I plan to honor it until the end.
Jules444: I like how I never got that same special treatment. Not that I’m salty about it or anything.
Toughtolove: Child of love and peace, you had Griffin from day one. You were never lost, unlike your brother who I fear got himself in a situation he no longer controls.
CookieJ: Does anyone else get a feeling that she knows more than she’s telling us?
Ninasunshine: Yep.
Willoflove: Most certainly.
CookieJ: I’ll bring cookies to dinner.
Ninasunshine: Should I bring my bean casserole?
CookieJ: No!
Toughtolove: No!
Willoflove: No!
Jules444: No!
Burnyourheart: Dear God, mom, no! We all want to survive this dinner.
Therunawaybride: Um, since when are you invited?
Burnyourheart: Since I was the first one to say this is all a scam! But you all didn’t do anything about it and now…well, now, I can’t let you screw this up for Callum.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Luke, is this the time when I remind you that you wanted me to kick you the next time you ask for Love Hive’s help?