Page 87 of Choosing Hope
Leaning around her and flicking open the box she gave me last year for storing my cufflinks, I drop them inside. We’re standing close enough that a few of the flyaway strands of her hair tickle my chest.
“I won’t be long,” I murmur, my voice deep with desire.
It pleases me to see the goosebumps that scatter over her skin when I speak but I fight my desperate urge to smirk. After the events of the evening, I’m thrilled that I can still give her this reaction.
Moving away, I stride back toward the bed, grab my discarded clothing and toss them into the hamper before adding my shirt. Hoping she’s still watching, I slide my underwear down before turning to face her, stark bollock naked.
I repeatedly tell myself not to look up, but within seconds, I cave.
When I do, I’m rewarded with the vision of Sophie. Her body pivoted toward me with one hand supporting her on the dresser and the other still clinging to her hairbrush. Her attention is firmly fixed on my aching dick.
Hesitating for a moment, I force myself to enter the bathroom certain it’d be wrong for me to instigate intimacy with her tonight, no matter how desperate I am to.
Once in the shower, I can’t resist pulling on my dick. My need to release is unbearable; I’ll never sleep without jerking off.
I close my eyes. My hand stretched out to brace my weight against the wall. This won’t take long.
Her tits bouncing as she walked toward me spring into my mind.
But then the image changes, her tits jumping with each thrust as Carlo pounded into her tonight.
Fuck. That turned me on.
I could imagine being him.
Experiencing her pussy pulsating on my dick.
Sucking me deeper inside her.
A noise forces my eyes open.
Sophie’s standing in the shower. Her pale pink nightdress soaked, sticking to her like a second skin. With every dip and curve of her body exposed, the definition of her hard nipples is clear.
I want to reach for her. Surely that’s why she’s here. She wants it too.
I don’t move.
“You’re wet,” I say, stating the obvious.
“Drenched,” she whispers.
There’s a pause, and we stare at each other.
I can’t do it. I can’t expect her to do it. Not tonight.
Sophie steps toward me, and her action makes denying my urges impossible. I yank her against me. Her delicate fingers slide up the hair on the back of my head as our mouths meet.
A tingle travels down my spine; I’m so close to my climax. The experience of her offering herself to me like this is more than enough to give me the relief I crave. But I clench my body, stopping myself.
Our kiss is passionate. Unrestrained. Brimming with love.
She’s trying to get closer, lifting her leg, but the wet fabric around her is restricting her movements. A frustrated noise escapes her throat.
I ease her back slightly, parting our lips. Grabbing the front of her dress, I yank the two sides apart, ripping it down the center in a desperate bid to get to my woman.
Sophie gasps but as soon as she’s naked, I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me and slamming her back against the wall.
I impale her on my desperate dick, pushing into her slick walls.
