Sophie looked down, unable to meet his fiery eyes. Ally was beautiful. Lily and Rose were beautiful. She, Sophie, was merely acceptable.
“Look at me, Sophie.” Zach tipped her chin so that her eyes met his. “Look at me and tell me you’re beautiful.”
Sophie hadn’t thought her skin could heat further, but it did. She could not say the words. They were untrue. She was not beautiful. She was not desirable. She was nothing. Her father had seen to that. She shook her head, casting her gaze downward again.
And again, he tipped her chin upward. “It’s a disgrace that someone so beautiful has no idea how beautiful she is. Will you let me show you, Sophie? Will you let me show you how beautiful I find you?”
Before she could answer, he bent down and took one pink nipple between his lips.
And she thought she had experienced bliss before… Every new pleasure he showed her opened up new feelings inside her, like a flower blooming in the sun. As he sucked the first nipple, he fingered the other one and then gave it a tiny pinch.
“Oh!” The lightning went straight to her core.
She knew about the sexual act, and she couldn’t imagine that it could top what she had experienced so far. The kisses, his mouth and his hands on her nipples… What could be better than this? He was consuming her bit by bit, and she didn’t care. She wanted to be consumed. She wanted to be consumed until she was a part of him and no part of Sophie remained.
Yes, no part of Sophie remaining. That was what she truly wanted. If she could only meld into Zach, become part of him, perhaps she would like herself more, be able to respect herself.
Zach continued to nibble at her nipples. She arched her back, mentally forcing him closer to her. Oh, the joy, the ecstasy. How could anything be better?
In a flash, Zach had gently pushed her onto the soft grass. He hovered above her, piercing her eyes with his own. Had a more handsome man ever been created? One auburn curl fell off of his forehead, and she resisted the urge to reach for it.
“You are delicious, Sophie. So very luscious.” He trailed his fingers down her arm, across her abdomen, and then reached into her drawers.
Sophie gasped.
Zach nodded his head slowly. “Please, sweet, let me.”
The softness of his finger against the most private part of her shocked and enlightened her. Her skin bristled and tightened, and lightning flashed between her legs.
“You are so wet. So wet for me.”
Wet? What did he mean by that? She would need to talk to Ally later. Right now, she was overwhelmed with feeling, emotion, sensation. And then her breath caught as something slid inside of her most private place.
“Just a finger, love. Don’t you worry. Your maidenhead is still intact. Please, let me pleasure you this way.”
Sophie faded into the grass, becoming one with her surroundings. Yes, yes, this was it. No more Sophie, just the pleasure, just the marvelous torment. This was what she wanted… What she needed.
Slowly Zach slid his finger in and out of her while something else—was it his thumb?—teased a tight bundle of nerves at her center.
“Oh, my!” Although she lay still, her hips were moving of their own accord, reaching, running, wanting something more than anything else… What was it? What was she running toward? Her body yearned for something… Just out of reach… Just out of—
Holiness! Something inside her shattered, and tiny sparks started at her sexual center and radiated outward through every nerve ending to her skin where she tingled all over. She was airborne, even though her body was still melted into the ground. She soared higher, higher, higher, reaching the precipice.
Oh, yes, holiness. Anything this beautiful and amazing had to be holy, didn’t it?
What on earth had happened to her? She stretched, grasped, tried to seize the awareness and make it last. She held on, gripped the grass at her side, wanting more, more, more…
“Yes, yes, Sophie, that’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand.”
Come? Zach’s words didn’t make sense. But at the moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to hold on to this sensation as long as she could.
She continued to climb, fly, spread her wings…
When she finally began to float downward, Zach was still caressing her most private place, murmuring words of comfort to her.
“That’s it, my love. That’s it.”
Sophie smiled, completely sated, completely one with the earth beneath her. Though her eyes were closed, vibrant colors danced against her eyelids, and an ethereal sense of peace consumed her, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.