Chapter 14TRAVIS
Chapter Fourteen
Travis and Sophia
TRAVIS
Walking in the front door with Maverick, I spot Bella at the kitchen island with her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.
My eyes scan the room for my wife, but she’s nowhere to be found.
I woke up early this morning, and Maverick and I had the same idea to get a run in before breakfast. Noah stayed back with Emma, wanting her to take it easy this morning and sleep in after a long night of dancing.
“I don’t know how you guys were able to get up so early and go for a run after last night,” Bella mumbles into her coffee.
“It’s the best cure for a hangover. You sweat it out.” Maverick grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and tosses me one. “How are you feeling?” He eyes Bella as he takes a sip of water.
“I have a headache, but I’ll survive.” She finishes the rest of her coffee and places the mug in the sink.
“You need to sweat it out,” Mav says, coming up behind her.
“I’m not going running right now,” she laughs.
“I was thinking of a more fun way to sweat it out.” He throws her over his shoulder, causing her to yelp. “Let’s start with a shower,” he says, walking to the stairs. I hear her giggle against his back.
“Is Sophia still sleeping?” I ask before the two of them disappear.
Bella lifts her head to look at me. “No, she must have had the same idea as you guys. She went to the sauna just before you got here.”
“Ok, thanks,” I chuckle as they reach the top of the stairs and disappear.
I grab one more bottle of water from the fridge and head to the back deck.
My running shoes make a soft crunching sound on the snow-covered wood as I head to the cedar sauna off to the side.
I’ve been meaning to use it while I was here, so I’m glad she had the same idea.
I see her pink fuzzy slippers by the door, and I stop to remove my socks and shoes, placing them on the bench next to hers.
Opening the cedar door, I step inside and see windows along the back wall, giving us a view of the mountains. Benches line the walls, allowing at least six people inside, but there is only one I’m focused on who occupies the space now.
Sophia is lying on the bench using a white towel as a pillow.
Her eyes are closed, and her dark hair is piled high into a messy bun.
She’s wearing a black bikini that holds little to the imagination as my eyes skim her body.
A light sheen of sweat covers her skin, and I have the sudden urge to taste the saltiness on my tongue.
She must feel my eyes on her because she blinks them open before a smile stretches across her face.
“You’re back. How was your run? Bella told me you went with Maverick when I came downstairs looking for you.”
“The run was good. You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to wake you.” Suddenly sweltering, I take off my black beanie and lift my hoodie over my head. I’m still sweating from the run and can feel it starting to slide down my back from the sauna’s heat.
Her eyes immediately land on my chest, and I can’t help the way it turns me on to see her green eyes go dark with the effect my body has on her.
We’ve always had an insane physical attraction to each other.
Add the extreme emotional connection, and most days, we are a ticking time bomb at any given moment.
I slide my sweats down along with my boxer briefs to get more comfortable in the heat and to show her exactly what she’s doing to me with those looks she’s giving me.
“To get the full benefit of a sauna, you should always be completely naked.” My voice is low as it penetrates the silence.
“Is that so? I must have missed that part in the instructional manual.” Her lips quirk up in a smile.
“It’s a well-known fact. Your body needs to breathe so the sauna can do its work. It’s backed up by science.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to interfere with scientific data.
” She sits up and unties the strings on her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor.
Her full breasts are on display, and my palm itches for them to fill it.
Standing up, she holds my gaze as her fingers slowly untie the strings at her sides, and I watch it drop to her feet. “Better?” She whispers.
“So much better.” I watch a drop of sweat slide down her neck and travel between her breasts. I swallow hard before meeting her gaze again. “There’s also scientific data that orgasms add years to your life expectancy.” I take a step closer to her and watch her throat move as she swallows.
“If that’s the case, I’m pretty much an immortal at this point,” she softly laughs.
“True,” I chuckle. “We’re going to outlive everyone at this rate, but it’s still better to be safe than sorry.
” I step closer and close the distance between us.
I’m hard as a rock as I press against her stomach.
She glances down and watches as pre-cum coats my tip.
Her hand circles around me, and I take a sharp intake of breath as she slowly slides down my length before coming back up.
Her thumb swipes through my arousal, coating me as she glides back down.
I’m straining hard against her hand, and every instinct in my body is telling me to take control, but I hold back and let her have some of it…for now.
Another drop of sweat slides down her breast, but this time, I follow it with my finger.
Her nipples are in tight buds, just begging to be played with as I circle around them.
I pinch one hard and get that delicious moan from her lips that I always crave.
I do the other one, harder this time, and watch her head fall back from sheer pleasure.
Her hand squeezes me tighter, and I fight back to control the beast that wants to be unleashed. I want her begging for it first. There’s nothing sexier than a strong woman who relinquishes her control and pleads with you to take her body. My wife begging me is my kryptonite.
I slide my hand up her chest to her exposed throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten her arousal, and let it be known that I have no intention of going easy on her today.
Fortunately for me, my wildcat likes it rough, and with my body still amped from the run, I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.
I release my hold on her and step back, causing her to let go of the grip she has on me.
Walking around, I stand behind her and let her feel me pressed against her backside.
Bending down, I swipe my tongue over her tattoo that I personally inked her with.
Every time I look at it, it’s a reminder that I got to brand this beautiful skin with my art.
Her chest is breathing heavier now as I bend close to her ear.
“How wet are you right now, wildcat? Is your pussy craving my touch?” I whisper before pulling her ear lobe with my teeth. My lips find her neck, and the salty taste hits me as I suck deep.
“Travis…” Her whimper is music to my ears and only fuels me.
I slide my hand down her stomach and find her soaking for me as I run my fingers through her center.
“Mmmm. I think this pussy is very much wanting my touch.” I rub my palm roughly over her swollen clit, and her hips involuntary arch wanting more.
I tease her without giving her what she wants, wanting to drive her wild with need.
The familiar place where only she can take me.
.when you want something so desperately that you feel you will die if you don’t get it.
“Now…” she rasps out, rubbing her ass against me and making me throb painfully. “I need you to fuck me now…please.” The last word sends a wave of pleasure straight to my core. I spin us around so she’s facing the window.
“Put your hands on the glass,” I say, more roughly than I intended, but there’s no stopping the animal inside of me that wants to come out and devour her.
Pressing on her back, I lower her to where I want her.
My hand glides across sweat-soaked skin that’s forming on both of our bodies.
Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue up her spine, enjoying the taste of the salt on her body.
She wiggles under me and pushes her backside against my dick. She’s running out of patience, and so am I.
“Hang on, wildcat. This might get rough.” I dig my fingers into her hip, and she looks back at me with hooded eyes.
“Give me all of you, Travis. I can take it…I want it.”
Her words are all it takes for me to be buried deep inside on our next breath.
“Fuck…” I moan when I feel her warmth surround me. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I knew the first time I was inside her that I was getting a glimpse of heaven for the first time in my life. She’s easily become my addiction, and every thought I have is on my next fix of her.
I pull out and go harder, wanting her to feel me in every inch of her body. Her loud moans tell me I’m right where she wants me to be.
I keep a firm grip on her hips to keep her safe from the window as I fill her over and over again with a force that I know she will feel hours later.
“Oh, God,” she pants as her hands splay against the glass. Sweat drips off my chest and onto her back, mixing us together. She bends further down and presses deeper into me.
“Holy fuck,” I ground out through my teeth, feeling her body start to squeeze me. This orgasm just might be the death of me. I feel my body get ready to fall, teetering on the edge of drowning in her.
“Travis,” she moans, seconds before our bodies collide into a million pieces.
Her pussy pulses me so tightly that I see stars.
I shoot inside her with brutal force as my body releases over and over again.
I have no idea in this moment if I’m alive or dead.
It’s a euphoric high as reality fades away.