Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TYLER
“Oh my god.” I whimper, my gaze raking over an entirely naked Sophie.
I thought I remembered the way she looked.
It hasn’t been that long since I walked in on her, towel on the floor at her feet.
But nothing in my memory could prepare me for Sophie spread naked over my bed, her dark curls spilling over my comforter and her body bathed in the moonlight coming through the open blinds.
Holy hell.
I am the luckiest fucking guy on earth.
“Fuck, Sophie, look at you,” I practically whisper, taking a step towards the bed, and then another, until my knees hit the mattress.
Reaching down, I lift one of Sophie’s legs, wrapping my hand around her calf.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her ankle, my eyes glued to where she bared herself to me.
“So gorgeous and perfect, all spread out for me, already dripping like you can’t wait for me to make you mine.
Is that what you want, Soph?” I ask, dropping my free hand to trace her soaked slit before bringing the finger to my mouth and sucking on it, groaning as her taste explodes on my tongue, my cock jerking at the way her mouth drops open, her eyes flaring with heat. “You want to be mine?”
“I don’t know,” Sophie rasps, running her hands up her torso to flick her nipples, and holy hell, she is spectacular. I wish I had ten hands so I could touch all of her at once. When Sophie Sullivan is on my bed, naked and gorgeous, two hands seem woefully inadequate. “What’s in it for me?”
Tossing her a wink and chuckling when her cheeks flush, I fall to my knees and yank her to the edge of the bed, dropping my head and giving her one long, slow lick from ass to clit, flicking her with my tongue as she groans, back arching in the hottest way imaginable.
I lift my head and push a finger inside her, watching as her stomach muscles tighten, her breath whooshing out of her lungs.
“This, Sophie. This is what’s in it for you.
Me, worshiping you every chance I get with my tongue and my fingers and my cock, every part of me touching every part of you as much and as often as you’ll let me because now that I have you like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough.
There is no amount of you that would ever be enough. ”
“Holy fuck, that feels good.” She moans when I push deeper, leaning down to lick a path up her thigh, tracing the crease where her leg meets her body before dotting kisses along her belly and doing the same on the other side.
“Fucking right, it does.” I angle closer, spreading her wider with my shoulders and giving her a long, slow lick, circling her clit and relishing in the way her hips jolt, the whimpers that fall from her throat.
“I dreamed about this too,” I murmur against her, circling her clit again.
I add a second finger and curl them both up until her sharp gasp and the flood of arousal coating my fingers tells me I’ve found the right spot, and holy fucking fuck.
Sophie turned on, dripping wet and gasping, twisting her body to get my fingers exactly where she wants them is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I am going to remember the way she looks in this moment until the day I die.
“Tasting you. Feeling you move underneath me. The way you would smell and the sounds you would make and what it would look like when you came for me.” I give her another long lick.
“But this?” Wrapping my lips around her, I suck lightly while I fuck her with my fingers, and she lets out a strangled moan, her hips jolting up from the bed.
“Having you here with me, in my bed? This is better than my dreams. You are my wildest dream come true.”
My heart thrashes as I worship her cunt in long, slow strokes of my tongue and deep drags of my fingers.
Her taste and scent make my head spin, my senses on overdrive and my cock throbbing and leaking in my boxers, practically desperate to get inside her.
But my desperation to watch her unravel first overrides all common sense and I add a finger, stroking her inside and out, eyes glued to her, unable to look away.
I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life never, ever looking away from Sophie Sullivan.
She is my true north. My forever home. The fixed point around which I will orbit for the rest of my days and into eternity.
“Tyler, please,” Sophie begs, reaching down and tangling her fingers in my hair as I explore her with tongue and lips and teeth and fingers, learning what she likes.
What she needs. What drives her crazy. I want to know everything about her.
Give her every single part of me. “More,” she whispers. “I need you.”
I need you.
Those words ratchet up my desperation to almost intolerable levels, the desire to give her exactly what she needs more intense than any I’ve ever felt in my life.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I wrap my arms around her thighs.
Lifting her bottom half off the bed, I bring her cunt directly to my mouth and wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
“Holy shit.” She gasps, and the way she grinds against me, hips riding my mouth, makes me feral for more.
Spreading her wider, I devour her, winding her up with long licks and hard strokes of my tongue in and out of her until she’s crying out, her heels digging into my shoulders and her fingers twisting into the comforter as if she needs an anchor in her pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” I mumble against her, pushing two fingers back inside, almost losing it at the way her pussy squeezes them, the way it feels to have her soaking wet and wrapped around me.
“I can feel how close you are. How desperate. You taste amazing, all worked up and needy for me. Let me have it, Soph. Let me see what it looks like when you come for me.”
Lifting my gaze, I lock eyes with Sophie, sucking her clit into my mouth and pushing my fingers deeper.
I curl them at the same time as I suck hard and watch as she flies apart, her mouth falling open as she cries out my name.
I don’t stop. I can’t. I can’t tear my eyes from her because watching her come for me is the best thing I have ever seen, and I need to see it again.
Right the fuck now.
Tightening my grip on her legs, I hold her to me, burying my face in her pussy and licking and sucking her straight into a second orgasm.
A gorgeous pink flush covers her body as she gasps and moans, her chest heaving as I stick with her through the aftershocks, sucking lightly and dragging my fingers gently in and out of her until she collapses back against the mattress.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, arms dropping limply to her sides. “I should have known you would be a sex god. An oral savant. The giver of multiple orgasms.” I chuckle as she lets out a shuddering breath, and I’m so worked up and so elated I feel like I could lift a damn car.
This, I decide. This is the best view. A very naked Sophie on my bed, utterly wrecked.
I decide right here and now to treat myself to this view as often as possible.
Standing, I grin at her, shoving my pants and boxers down, and then grin wider when her mouth drops open, her eyes flashing as she rakes her gaze down my torso, landing right on my dick.
“See something you like?” I ask, giving myself a couple long, slow strokes, watching with downright glee as her eyes follow the movement.
“So big,” she murmurs. “So pretty.” She lifts her eyes to mine, her gaze filled with the mischief I love, and it’s such a joy to know we are still us.
That even in this moment where our walls are shifting, expanding to make room for more, the foundation we’ve built over decades stays firmly in its place.
“You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, but I’m eighty-two percent sure I don’t have enough space inside me for…
all that,” she says, waving a hand at my cock.
Slowly, I crawl up onto the mattress, laying my body over hers and bracketing her head with my forearms. “I promise,” I start, leaning down and kissing her, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth so she can taste herself on me.
“It’ll fit. We’re going to make it fit, because my cock was made for you.
Only you, Soph,” I say, lifting my head to look at her, brushing a curl back from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear, letting my fingers graze her skin. “Always, only you.”
“God,” she whispers, laying her hands on my face and looking at me so intensely my heart squeezes in my chest. “I spent a really long time wishing you would say those kinds of things to me.” I open my mouth to respond, to apologize again for being such an obtuse idiot and not realizing what was between us a long time ago, but she shakes her head and lifts up to kiss me, pulling me all the way down on top of her and wrapping a leg around my waist. Our moans mingle as my cock slides through the wet heat of her slit, and pleasure blooms in my belly.
“Please don’t apologize,” Sophie says quietly, reading my mind.
“Not tonight. Not ever. This is always where we were going to end up.” She lays a hand on my heart, and it beats madly under her touch, like it’s trying to jump out of my chest to get to her.
“It was always going to be you and me, and I’m glad it gets to be now. Now is perfect.”
Sophie’s tongue glides along her bottom lip, and the look she gives me is downright filthy.
“Or it would be perfect if you would get that too-big cock inside me already. I’m feeling a little…
” She bites down on her lower lip, and I almost spontaneously combust. “Needy. And don’t you fucking dare even consider saying the word condom to me.
I have an IUD and I’ve waited three fucking years for this.
I’m damn well going to feel all of you.”
Motherfucker.
This night is going to kill me. She is going to kill me.
Worth it.