Chapter 6
SIX
CLIFF
“Fuck.”
I let my arm fall to my side. My body is still quaking from the feel of Sophie’s lips around me.
That was one of the single most incredible moments of my life.
Even though I’ve just spent myself, I immediately grow hard as I open my eyes and see Sophie staring at me like I’m a dish she’d like to sample.
Her lips are still swollen and glistening from the way she took my cock.
Pushing myself up, I reach for Sophie and pull her into my lap. My tongue tangles with hers, and I taste myself on her.
I let out a low groan as I move my hands up the curves of her hips. I need to feel her. All of her.
Pulling us both to our feet on the side of the bed, I tear my lips from hers long enough to pull her dress over her head. I greedily scan her body.
I could look at her forever and never get tired of it.
But we don’t have forever.
We just have tonight.
And I don’t plan on letting a second of it go to waste. Tonight, I’ll make her mine.
I can already tell once won’t be enough. I have to get my fill of her while I can.
I take my time removing the rest of her clothes, stroking her bare skin as I do. Kissing her most sensitive spots.
Once we’re both naked, I pull Sophie back against my chest. I trace kisses over the side of her neck. My hands slowly rove over her breasts and hips. I trace her smooth skin up and down, savoring every whimper and quiver.
With one hand, I cup her breast. It’s so full, it overflows my hand. I like that.
I like everything about her. I rub my thumb over her nipple, making it hard as she gasps.
While I pleasure her breast with one hand, I slide the other down her belly. Lower and lower until it reaches the junction of her thighs.
I slide one long finger along the seam. She squirms against me, teasing my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
She nods and spreads her legs allowing me to find her sensitive nub.,
She arches against me and cries out as my finger strokes her again and again, making her slick. My fingers keep up their work as her breaths grow faster and more labored.
My dick grows harder against her ass, but I don’t think about it. All that matters is helping Sophie find the pleasure she’s already given me.
Her moans turn into gasps. Her gasps turn into cries
When the cries turn into chants of my name on her sweet lips, I know she’s close.
“Come for me,” I growl into her ear. “Come, baby.”
Her body tenses and she calls out my name once more.
I keep up the movement, sucking on the side of her neck while the orgasm radiates through her.
She goes limp in my arms, and I carefully lower her to the bed.
“Fuck.” I nuzzle the side of her neck. “I want you so badly.”
She opens her eyes. “One second.”
She turns to her side and reaches into a hot pink bag. She pulls out an equally pink foil wrapper. “A souvenir from the bachelorette party.”
I shake my head. “Do I even want to know what else you have in there?”
“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll show you.”
Smirking, I take the condom and rip the foil open.
Pumping my cock in my fist, I slide it on. Sophie watches me, an equally satisfied grin playing on her lips.
“Are you ready?”
She nods. “I want you.”
“You have me.”
“Prove it.”
Her wish is my command. Now and forever. I push into her and clench my eyes. Groaning with the incredible feeling that is being buried in Sophie.
Pulling her hips up, I push myself in deeper.
“Oh, yes.” She gasps and pushes her hips against mine. “Just like that.”
I grind against her. Taking long, deep strokes inside of her.
With every thrust, I can feel myself becoming more hers.
As I feel the walls of her clench around me and she cries out for me again, I use all my willpower to keep going. Waiting until she collapses against the bed to find my own release and empty myself into the condom.
Still panting, I fall next to her and pull her close to me. I link my fingers with hers, playing with them lightly.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” she mumbles into the bed.
“How can you still be single?”
She shakes her head. “I guess I never found the right guy.”
Her answer stirs something inside of me that it would be better not to dwell on.
“How about you?”
“Hmm?” I ask.
She shifts in my arms so she can look up at me. Her blue eyes are still bright from the passion we just shared. “How are you still single?”
My heart does another dip. “I guess I was never the right guy for anyone.”
Then, before we can keep this conversation going—a conversation I never should have started—I capture her lips into a kiss.
She immediately responds, rekindling the lust inside of me.
My earlier guess was right. One time with Sophie won’t be enough.
Luckily, we have all night. And I want to make every second of it count.