The sound she makes as I fill her completely goes straight to the base of my spine. It takes everything I have not to lose it within the first two seconds inside her. “Christ, Sofia.”
“Feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I grunt out a laugh. “Not going to stop.” I’m never going to stop wanting her or this. One minute inside her, and I’m addicted for life.
She moves with me like she was made to love me.
I pick up the pace, and we go at it like it’s the first time after years without. It’s like the first time all over again because it’s her and me and us.
Her fingers dig into my back, and the desperate sounds coming from her as she comes again are my undoing. I press into her and let go in the most intense release of my life. Nothing has ever been like this or her, although I’ve known from the start it would be this way with her.
Epic.
Life changing.
It’s all I can do not to tell her I love her. Maybe I should so she knows. It feels too soon and not soon enough all at the same time. I’ve never said those words to a woman, so I have no idea what the proper timing would be. All I know is that what I feel for her is something I’ve never felt for anyone else.
I raise my head off her chest and kiss her. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm, so okay.”
“That was incredible.”
“Knew it would be.”
“Did you?”
She smiles and nods, but keeps her eyes closed. “I’ve had some pretty vivid dreams about you and this.”
“Really? Do tell.”
“I’d rather show you.”
Four little words are all it takes to get my blood boiling all over again. “I’m down with that.”
“I just need a little nap first. You wore me out.”
“It was the other way around.” I can’t stop kissing and touching her now that I’m allowed to. I want to turn her over, kiss her back and fuck her from behind, but I’ll save that for next time.
I withdraw from her and leave the bed to get rid of the condom. After I put on shorts, I cross the hall to check on Mateo. He’s sleeping right where we left him in the guest bed.
Then I return to Sofia. She’s on her side, sound asleep, one bare shoulder peeking out from under the covers. I place a kiss on her shoulder and smooth the hair back from her face as I watch her sleep. Another thing I never do is sleep with women. It conveys intimacy and commitment, which are two things I never wanted anything to do with until now.
Until her.
She’s sweet perfection, and I love having her sleeping in my bed, which is also a first. I never bring women to my home.
I’ve played by a set of rules that worked for me. What my sisters and cousin call toxic was hardly that. I was honest with every woman I ever dated about what I wanted and what I didn’t. Was it my fault that every one of them thought they would be the one to change my mind about the things I didn’t want?
Yes, I broke some hearts, but I didn’t do it intentionally. I was honest when I told them not to fall in love with me. Is it my fault that they did anyway?
I hate thinking about this shit or having to feel guilty for choices other people made even after being told not to go there. I’m filled with nervous energy after the best sex of my life. I get up to grab a glass of water and find Milo doing the same in the kitchen. He’s glistening with sweat after a workout in our basement gym.
I prefer the kind of workout I just had with Sofia, a thought that nearly makes me laugh as I drop ice into a glass and get water from the dispenser on the door of the fridge.
“Are your guests asleep?”
“Yep. They’re out cold.”