“Gunner!” She laughs and catches my hands before I can go for the skirt. She grips my fingers tight, holding them on either side of her head. “We’re not going for a world record in the stripping Olympics. You have time.”
I’m panting hard and afraid of what will happen if I take the time we do have. Is it possible to love her more? I kiss her softly, at least trying for soft. She nods against me and kisses me again. After a few soft kisses that just keep getting deeper, warmer, better, she releases my hands to stroke down my chest slowly.
My body trembles under her touch, under the restraint. I’m afraid I’m going to fall on top of her. Sophie strokes through my hair, kisses along my jaw, then licks down my neck as I groan. Before I can fully catch my bearings, she flips us and continues kissing and licking down my body.
Her tongue flicking around my nipple does something to my body I’ve never experienced. My cock gets harder. I groan and watch as she continues down my belly, her hair tickling my chest as she slowly undoes my belt, then my button and zipper.
I shiver and bundle her hair into my hands so I can watch her lips brush my hip as she edges my pants down. “Sophie.”
“Let me enjoy you, Gun. I promise you’ll feel good.”
“I don’t fucking doubt it.” I groan.
Even with my hard cock, right there and ready, she keeps kissing between my hips, then uses her tongue to follow the same oversensitive line she keeps drawing. My body flexes, my hips lifting as my hard-on begs for her attention.
She licks from base to tip, then gently wraps her mouth around the head. Sophie’s eyes stay on me as she slowly sucks and licks my shaft, driving me more and more insane with every move.
“Fuck.” I groan.
Pulling off me, she licks across her bottom lip, then kisses back up my body. I turn on my side and hike her thigh over my hip so my cock nudges her entrance. She kisses and sucks across my neck until I take her mouth with mine.
“You’re driving me insane.”
“I want you to feel all loved and valued,” She grumbles.
God, has she always been this soft? I spread my fingers over her thigh, then move up her hip and to her side. “I always feel that with you.”
“Show me.” She pants, grinding against my cock. “I like body language.”
I chuckle and adjust our angle so I can thrust into her. Fucking hell, she’s perfect. So wet and tight around me, letting me sink deep inside her as her fingers tighten on me and a little ‘oh’ leaves her throat.
My hips rock forward and she moans, but keeps clutching me close so all we can watch is each other’s face. She whimpers. “Fuck, Gunner.”
It’s a slow burn as I try different patterns and paces. She tightens her leg around me, her breasts brush my chest, and her lips move across mine in something too light to be a kiss. But damn, watching her eyes as she gets closer and closer to the edge and knowing she’s watching me is a new level of intense.
I feel vulnerable, seen, and it threatens to undo me faster than anything else I’ve experienced. I cup the back of her head and kiss her, trying to match the strokes of my tongue to my cock.
Sophie writhes against me, demanding, sure, but so …. Fuck. I press my forehead to hers. “God damn, Sophie.”
“I like this. I like you. I love you,” She says between thrusts. “So much.”
It’s such a struggle to keep watching her, to not roll on top of her and fuck her like I need to. Her lips part and she clings to me tighter. As soon as her eyes fall shut, I can’t resist anymore. I roll her onto her back and slam into her.
Her moans echo and I’m sure that Roman can hear, even while outside. Her hands stroke over me and she takes every hard thrust I give. We come apart together, panting, sweaty, overwhelmed.
I roll her back onto her side as she curls against me. “That was better than the Eiffel tower.”
I laugh, then pull her chin up to kiss her. “I came inside you, is that okay?”
“I’m on the pill.” She assures me, obviously sleepy. “That was so good.”
I bundle her against me. “Let’s take a bath before we take a nap.”
She smiles and lets me pick her up. Roman’s in the living room so he must have come in at some point and neither of us noticed. Sophie’s eyes are half-closed. We sit together in the tub and I scrub her body slowly, taking my time as she wiggles and squirms.
I chuckle. “Who’s impatient now?”
Once we’re out of the bath, I realize we have no towels. I stand up, look around and Sophie rests her arms on the edge of the tub. When her chin presses to her forearm and she drinks in the view with a wicked glint in her eyes, I know that she had this exact scene in mind.