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Let him have at me. And may we both survive this.
CHAPTER 19
Ethan
Sophia lies back for me on the huge bed, just as I’ve told her to, and I experience the most extreme sense of satisfaction. Vindication.
I recall that moment when Camille pointed her out to me across the crowded terrace upstairs. I wanted her then. I was intent on getting her, and I told her as much. I told her she was a prize.
And, sweet Lord, what a prize she is.
She was the bold choice rather than the easy one. Far too self-assured and nowhere near respectful enough, for one. I knew I’d have my hands full.
And the bounty of her body, the likes of which I’ve never allowed myself before. The sense of lushness, of excess, that I got from her as soon as I laid eyes on her is magnified a hundredfold as I climb onto the bed, marvelling at the stunning display she makes on the white sheets.
Like I said.
I knew I’d have my hands full.
I crawl over her, drinking her in. Her pink mouth is already bee-stung from my kisses, a fact that’s immensely gratifying. Under that long fringe, her beautiful eyes are molten andwatchful and expectant, but also peaceful. There’s an assurance there. She knows as well as I do how good this will be.
‘Arms up,’ I say hoarsely. I may finally be giving her what she tells me she wants so badly, but we’re doing this on my terms. And a little restraint will give me more agency.
She raises her arms languorously, crossing her wrists, and I marvel at the supple way her body moves on the bed as she does. Her abundance of hair is a dark, shiny halo around her, its tendrils everywhere. I slip the still-knotted tie over her wrists and tighten it with a tug before pushing her arms back so they’re flat on the sheets above her head. As far as restraints go, this one is pretty vanilla, but I’m no Boy Scout, and I didn’t exactly plan this.
‘Where to start?’ I murmur, gazing down her body. I haven’t seen her naked since that fucking amazing interview, when she stripped for me on my desk, but that was the definition of a quick fuck.
This is the first time I’ll get to really enjoy what I’ve paid for.
She lets out a breathy little moan, as though she’s up for all of it, and I can’t resist. I’ll go to work on her in a minute—my frazzled brain really needs the win of knowing that I can command this woman if nothing else in my working day—but I’ll allow myself just a moment of seeking solace in Sophia’s astounding body.
I lower myself down on top of her, my dick trapped between us, my pecs pressing against her pillowy tits, and brace on one elbow as I claim her mouth. My kiss is hard and hungry, a clear foreshadowing of exactly how I intend to fuck her, and she writhes beneath me as she responds in kind. She may be pretending to submit to me, but god knows, this woman gives as good as she gets.
I use my free hand to enjoy her body. Really enjoy it. If it wasn’t for the painful throbbing of my cock, the most pressingkind of ticking time-bomb, I could touch her all day long. I smooth my hand down her arm, shifting slightly so I can access the soft mass of one of her beautiful tits, rolling her nipple between my fingers and noting with pleasure how taut, how pinched, it already is, how intoxicating it feels to have her moan her encouragement into my mouth.
I move lower, my hand dipping into the lace-covered curve of her waist before skating over her hip, her arse. She slides a leg up, and I caress it. Fuck this. My body may be revelling in using her as the most sumptuous pillow, but I need to see more. Feel more. I push myself up so I’m crouching over her, my legs between hers, her body now fully accessible to me.
‘A man could get lost in a body like this, Sophia.’ I dip my head and allow myself a leisurely suck of the nipple I just played with, tugging it softly between my teeth and eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. I release it and straighten up, looking her in the eye as I stroke over her stomach. It’s not a tender move but an assessing one. She’s all mine, and I intend to get to know every inch of her. I use my thumb to smear the spots of pre-cum I left across her skin. ‘A man could get lost for days and days.’
She watches me avidly, lips parted. For once, it seems she’s at a loss for words, and I like it a lot. I drag my hand lower. She has the tiniest, tidiest landing strip of dark hair. I brush over it and slide a couple of fingers between her legs. The flesh I find is so impossibly soft, so wet, that I let out an involuntary moan. How is it that every inch of her glorious body is so alluring? So welcoming?
I watch in fascination as my fingertips glide over her perfect pink cunt.
‘Oh, god,’ she moans.
‘That feel good?’
‘God, yes.’
‘What do you want most in the world right now?’ I ask, my tone as idle as the way I’m touching her.
‘Your tongue on my clit,’ she says immediately. ‘And your fingers stretching me open. And then your big dick in my pussy.’
‘Demanding little thing, aren’t you?’ But I can’t deny I’m delighted by her answer. Out there in the world, there are endless people who don’t know what’s best for them and situations that can’t be managed, while here in this room, on this bed, lies a beautiful, pliant woman whose needs I can meet in my sleep and who is prepared to submit, toadmitthat I know best—for now, at least.
It’s the purest, cleanest, and most efficient way to get myself back on track. To blot out every single other shit-show beyond these four walls and restore my equilibrium.
It’s time to give the lady what she wants.
