Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Tate
Sophia’s muscles clamp down hard on my cock, and I see stars. Fuck, she’s incredible. How the hell did we wait a whole week?
“I’m not going to last, baby. But we can go again in a few minutes,” I groan as I feel my balls draw up and I thrust harder, looking for my own release as I lift her legs a bit higher.
“Oh, God, don’t stop. Right there,” she cries out and I know I’m angled just right to hit her G-spot.
“Come with me,” I whisper as I look into her eyes. Her mouth falls open and we both cry out as we come, her inner muscles milking every last ounce out of me.
As I come back to awareness, I slow my movements until I’m just lying there, holding her legs up while still buried deep inside her. My cock twitches once more and she moans.
“I knew it’d be good,” I declare as I slowly pull out of her and let her legs fall to the bed. I crawl up to the pillows and pull her with me. She lays her head on my chest and we both breathe heavily.
“The rumors really are true,” she whispers with a laugh.
“Enlighten me on these rumors,” I tease as I run a hand over her ass and she shivers under my touch.
She lifts her head and looks up at me. “Nope. Can’t,” she says as she lies back down.
I poke her rib, and she laughs. “Tell me!” I say loudly.
“Your head is already too big. Anymore stroking that ego and it won’t fit out the door tomorrow.”
I laugh. God, I love her sassy personality. Other women would just coo, and tell me how fucking big I am, but not Sophia. She puts me in my place, and I love that.
“Well, your head…” I trail off as I run a finger over her hip and down her thigh. “And your body are perfect.”
She groans and buries her face against my sweaty chest.
“Don’t even say it. You. Are. Perfect,” I state again.
“I’m…average,” she retorts.
I slap her ass and she yelps.
“Hey!” she says loudly.
“How do you not see it? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met, inside and out,” I say as I roll us back over so she’s beneath me.
I sit up on my haunches and gaze down at her as if she’s a coveted prize. I run a finger over her stretch marks and the softness around her belly.
“Your body tells a story, a beautiful story. It’s soft and supple and all I can think about is grabbing your hips as I sink into that sweet pussy again,” I growl as I lean down and plant a kiss just above her clit.
“Is this Tate Anders’s Ego Builder Class?” she asks as she runs her hands through my hair, her short nails scratching my scalp in such a delicious way.
“Damn right, it is. You better start studying because there are rewards for getting an A on the next exam,” I taunt as I lick her clit and she shudders.
“Keep that up and I will agree to anything,” she replies on an intake of air.
“Good. Because aside from that big brain, those perfect tits, and these hips, I think this pussy is my favorite part of you,” I declare as I run my tongue around her clit and then down to her entrance that’s still dripping with her release and mine.
“Should we get food?” she asks as her stomach rumbles.
“I’m already eating,” I state in between licks.
“What about me?” she asks. I grab my hardening dick and stroke it.
“Well, you can eat later. I’m very hungry, but why don’t you pick up that phone and order us burgers, fries, and shakes from room service,” I suggest.
“That’s a lot of food,” she protests before she moans under my ministrations.
“Do it,” I growl before giving the inside of her thigh a bite. “We’ll work it off.”
She picks up the phone with a shaky hand and dials room service.
“Hello. I’d like to order two burgers, two fries, and two milkshakes for room eight oh two,” she says as I pulse my tongue on her clit, and her left hand grabs my hair trying to yank me away, but I don’t budge as I take her sweet wet flesh into my mouth and suck.
“Uh-huh,” she says as she tries to keep from moaning.
“Uh, yeah, g-great,” she shudders.
“Th-thank you,” she adds and hangs up as I grin against her.
She smacks the back of my head. “You suck!” she says.
I laugh. “I do suck,” I agree as I take her clit back in my mouth and do just that. She cries out my name a minute later as I sink two fingers inside her.
* * *
It’s three in the morning. We’re eating the remnants of our fries while lying back against the headboard. Sophia has shown me photos of her family. She’s talked about college and growing up. I told her about making my first film. And now we’re watching Nottinghill on my laptop.
“They make it seem easy,” she says as she stares at the screen.
“Make what seem easy?” I ask.
She leans forward and points at the screen. “Being together even though their lives are so…different.” She pauses and looks over at me.
“Maybe it is easy,” I offer. God, I want it to be easy. I know it won’t be, but shouldn’t it feel easy if you’re with your person?
She shakes her head and leans back against the headboard again. “It’s never easy,” she says quietly as she runs a fry through some ketchup on a plate. “It’s not like the movies or a book. It’s hard work.”
I frown. I get what she’s saying, I do, but love shouldn’t be hard work. Not the love part anyhow. I open my mouth to say that as she drops some ketchup on her breast.
She goes to wipe it away, but I lean over and dip my fry in it before taking a bite.
She gasps and looks over at me, her eyes wide in surprise at my action. “You did not just do that,” she says.
I smirk and press my finger to the remnants of the sauce on her skin, smearing it over her nipple. “I did, and I think I need more,” I growl as I lean over and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking off all the ketchup.
She moans and I settle myself between her legs as I lick and suck each breast, feasting on them like they are my dessert.
“Let’s never leave this bed,” I declare as I circle her taut nipple with my nose.
“That seems impractical,” she protests on a shaky breath.
Smirking again, I bite her nipple and she yelps. I lick it gently and watch her melt into the bed. “Maybe a little impractical from time to time is good for you,” I counter.
“ This isn’t practical,” she breathes as her hands find my head and her nails rake over my scalp.
“It’s totally practical. Because the more I do this.” I pause as I suck on her nipple again making her groan. “The more wet you get here.” I pause again as I slowly slide a finger inside her, making us both groan. “And it makes it easier to do this.” I pull myself up until I feel my dick slide inside her wet heat.
“That’s a valid point,” she whimpers, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slide my hands under her ass, giving me more leverage and an angle that will let me go deeper.
“Oh, God! Right there!” she screams, her nails biting the skin on my upper back.
I double my efforts, wanting to hear her scream my name again, needing to hear her scream my name again. My body feels on fire like I can’t get enough of her, I need more of my skin touching her…everywhere.
I want to tell her I love her, but I know it’ll scare her. I haven’t known her long enough. Rationally, I know this, yet I feel it in my bones. She’s the one. Maybe I feel like I know her because I’ve read her books. Maybe it’s love at first sight. I don’t know. But I can’t deny this feeling.
Her body relaxes and I take my time building her up once more before we both climax together as if our bodies already know that we’re a match, a perfect pair.
Our eyes lock as we lie in bed, letting our tired bodies begin to rest. I feel like unspoken words are passing between us. Her big eyes stare at me but we’re silent, each of us in our own thoughts. I pull her tight against me and press my forehead to hers, knowing that with each mile we travel, the uncertainty of our future grows closer, even if I want to deny that.