Page 197 of Between Regrets and Promises

I slide my tongue between her lips and cup her cheeks. The kiss turns hot and passionate, and I have to push her hands back twice.

“Handsup,” I remind roughly.

“Mason…” she whines, moaning. “You’re torturing me.”

“I’m just getting started, baby.” I lower myself down her body, feathering kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. Once I’m between her legs, I move her panties to the side and slide my tongue over her.

Sophie moans and wiggles underneath me, but when I slip two fingers inside and suck on her clit, she shakes and arches her hips. I love how her body responds and how hot she gets when I touch her.

It’s been two weeks since our very first time, and when we make love, it never feels like enough. We always want more—more of each other, more togetherness. After breezing through a dozen condoms in only a few days, Sophie suggested we get tested together, and since she has an IUD, we didn’t have to worry about an unexpected pregnancy. The moment our results came back that we were both clean, we ditched them and havegotten a bit carried away. In the shower, in the kitchen, on the table, her bed, my bed, the dining room.

Knowing Sophie’s history, I always make sure to ask her before doing anything she might not like. Although she told me not to treat her like she’s fragile, I also know how triggers work, and the last thing I want to do is remind her of something those assholes did to her.

I bring Sophie to the edge, teasing and licking her until she’s screaming my name. She tries reaching for me, but I give her a look that tells her she better get her arms up or else. When her breaths have steadied, I slide off the bed and smirk. “Ready?”

She pinches her brows together. “For what?”

Once I’ve removed my slacks and boxer briefs, I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. She squeals, glancing over her shoulder and deadpans, “Thanks for the warning.”

“Oh, sweet Sophie…” I muse, sliding my finger up her arm. “The only warning you need is knowing you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Mmm…I like the sound of that,” she purrs, licking her bottom lip.

I kneel on the bed next to her and slide off her panties. Teasing her, I circle my finger over her swollen bud, and she moans before I push inside her. I admire every inch of her body—her round ass, the curves of her waist, the sides of her breasts. I don’t know how I ever kept my hands off her. There were a lot of cold showers, that’s for sure.

Towering over her, I bring my lips to her shoulder and kiss her smooth skin. Her dark hair cascades to one side, and I fist a handful, pulling slightly. “I’m gonna take you from behind, baby, but keep your legs together.”

“What?”

“It’s gonna feel really fucking good,” I reassure her. She’s already so goddamn tight. She’s going to squeeze my cock even more. “Trust me?”

“Yes.” She blinks, looking at me. “Of course I do.”

Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose. “If you don’t like it, tell me.”

“I will.”

She’s probably sick of me telling her that, but open communication is so important to me. I never want her to feel obligated to go along with what I’m doing if she’s not enjoying herself. Sophie’s sex drive matches mine, but sometimes, I have to hold myself back because I don’t want to hurt her. It’s so easy to get lost in the moment.

I straddle below her ass and slide my dick up and down her crack. Once I reach her pussy, I coat the tip with her arousal and tease her until she moans my name. “Mason, please,” she pleads, arching her back.

“Keep your ass up like that for a second…” I tell her, stroking my length before pushing inside her. I enter slowly, gradually stretching her, but once I’m fully seated, I slide out, then ram back in.

“Oh my God!” she squeals, trying to open her legs, but I don’t allow it.

With her legs together like this, the sensation is tight as hell and so goddamn deep. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good…” I lean down slightly and press a kiss on her back. Then I reach up with one hand and grab her wrists, making sure the cuffs aren’t too tight in this position.

I lean back on my knees until I’m straddling her legs and increase my pace as I spread her cheeks apart. Sophie pushes her body to meet my thrusts, and soon, we build a rhythm that has her coming undone, shaking beneath me.

“That’s my girl.” I give her ass a little slap before pushing deeper. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Sophie’s heavy breathing and moaning are all it takes for me to come deep inside her, grunting her name. I love being able to feel her bare, making our connection even more intimate, which didn’t seem possible. I’m one hundred percent addicted to her.

Towering over her with our breaths mingling together, I tilt her chin until our lips meet. “I love you, baby.”

Sophie rewards me with the sweetest, most tender smile. “I love you, too.”

After Sophie and I clean up and get dressed, we head to the kitchen hand-in-hand and finish preparing dinner. The sauce thickened in the pan, but it only takes a few minutes to warm it back up. I boil a pot of water for the noodles, and we work side by side as we exchange glances and smirks.

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