She looks up at me. Her eyes hold mine as she takes me deep and then almost pulls out again. She repeats the motion a couple of times until I feel the back of her throat. I close my eyes as I rock my hips against her pouty, beautiful mouth. Her hands play with my balls, and she caresses my scrotum.
I interlace my fingers through her long hair, close my eyes as she continues. There’s a knot forming on my spine.
“Soph, I’m about to come, and I don’t want my first time to be in your mouth,” I warn her, and she smiles, releasing me and leaving the bed just to push down the boxer briefs she borrowed last night from me and the T-shirt. My jaw almost hits the floor when I finally look at her naked. She’s always been beautiful, but today she’s the most splendid woman in the world.
“Like what you see?”
“Not only like it, but I also adore it,” I say as she mounts me and her wet entrance rests on top of my crown. “Be mine, Sophie.”
“Wait, do you have a condom, because I left my purse downstairs.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “Never been with anyone without a condom.”
Sophia stares at me for a couple of beats. “No contract, no protection… This is so unlike you.”
“It’s you. I don’t want anything standing between us.”
She lowers herself as she stares down at me with complete adoration, mirroring just what I’m feeling. This wonderful woman is finally in my arms, giving herself to me boldly. The tension in the pit of my stomach increases. I want this to last, to be meaningful for both of us.
“I like you on top, but…” I flip her onto her back. “I want to love you slowly, deeply, and sweetly.”
I push myself deeper, filling her. And it’s as if suddenly my entire life makes sense. The doubts and fears I harbored about us disappeared. My existence has one purpose, her.
Our eyes meet wildly as I pull myself out and then sink myself inside her so slowly I’m teetering on the edge but not falling. Not yet because when I do, I want to do it with her.
Driving into her, surrendering myself, it hits me how scary life has become. For the first time, I have something worth loving, and I would die if I lose her. I swear in this moment, when my breath becomes shallow and she’s tightening around me milking my cock, that I know I’ll do anything and everything for her, for an ounce of her love, for her heart. For this miracle to stay right by my side.
Her manicured fingers dig in my back, and I drink her orgasm as I kiss her while I pulse inside her.
“I love you,” I declare with conviction.
“I love you too,” she says, claiming my mouth while my entire body explodes with love.
Sophia
If anyone had told me that I’d be waking up in the arms of Henry Aldridge for two days in a row, I’d have laughed. This man has a strict policy of no sleepovers. Yet, here I am, right beside him, observing him. Studying every inch of his skin.
I feel like a perv as I watch him sleep with the sheet barely covering his taut naked body. For the past three years, he’s being my constant. He’s a part of my life, and yet, being with him feels totally new.
I guess the difference is that now we can kiss each other whenever we want. I can reach out and touch the ridge of his muscles while he’s asleep, and it’s totally acceptable.
“Morning,” he says as he stretches and extends his arms, pulling me closer to him. “You’re so perfect. How did I get so lucky?”
“Lucky?”
“Of all the men that have come into your life, I’m the one allowed to kiss you,” he says, opening my legs with his knees and sliding his hand between them. “Already wet, Ms. Aragon. I think I like this arrangement.”
“We have an arrangement?”
He nuzzles my hair and exhales slowly. “Yes. You let me love you in exchange for unlimited fucking.”
I laugh. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh,” he answers, finally opening his green piercing eyes which stare at me deeply as he guides his shaft right into my entrance. “I wish we could stay here forever. I don’t want to ever let you go.”
With that, he enters me gently, molding his body to mine. We move at the same slow rhythm, relishing each other. The five times we’ve made love he’s done it so slowly, gliding as if I was fragile and he’s afraid to break me. As I grind under him, I wonder more about us. I’ve been in love before. He’s not the first person I’ve felt something more than lust with, but with him, the feeling is so much more powerful.
I freeze when I think what if my “once in a lifetime, the man I’m destined to love forever” is him? But what if destiny won’t allow us to stay together forever? Or is this the right timing and that’s why this is happening?
I wish our love was real, possible, and limitless. But even when I’m leading with an open heart, I’m scared. I’ve been left behind one too many times.
“Don’t disappear on me, Soph,” he pleads. “What’s happening, gorgeous?”
“This feels surreal,” I confess. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but what if it’s just like a summer fling?”
“I can’t promise you more than giving you one day at a time for the next hundred years.”
He lowers his face, pressing his lips against mine. His warm breath caresses my neck while his mouth devours me. My heart pounds so hard in my chest as if trying to jump out of my body and become part of Henry. This is the first time since we’ve been together that he’s driving himself hard and deep with a force that makes me weak. This endless sensation—being overtaken by release and his grunts, being joined so completely, taken to a place where we become one person in a world where nobody exists—is the best feeling I’ve had in my entire life.
Our morning is going well up until we are reminded that it is Monday, and I have to go to the factory. Since all my working clothes are at home, I head there after our workout, skipping my daily breakfast with my parents. I send them a text telling them I am running late and have to be in Happy Springs. By the time I’m heading out the door, Henry is outside leaning against Pierce’s SUV holding a coffee and a paper bag from My Cookie Jar.
He snakes his free arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “I want to fuck you. Bend you over your desk wearing those shoes.”
“My parents are across the street watching,” I warn him.
“Fuck,” he says, and I laugh when he turns around and doesn’t see them. “I’ll get you next time, Ms. Aragon.”
“Let’s go, Mr. Aldridge. I might let you play while we’re at the office.”
When we arrive at the factory, I notice there are a few other cars. “Is everyone here?”
“Yes, we want to officially address the employees while announcing that you’re the boss.”
“I like the title, the boss. Should I order my business cards with that inscription?”
“Stop teasing me, woman,” he says with a warning voice. “This time I’ll fuck that sassy mouth if you piss me off.”
Biting my lip I say, “Promise?”
Right in front of the building entrance, he takes me into his arms, tips me over and kisses me like in one of those old, cheesy romantic movies.