A laugh escaped her and she covered her mouth, as if laughter were forbidden. Jon gently brought her hand away from her mouth, brought it to his, kissed the palm.
“You laugh.”
She nodded. “That surprised even me.”
Jon looked down at her, at this unexpected pearl that had been given to him. He lay his hand on her flat belly, absorbing the warmth of her skin through the thin tee. He shifted his hand, started pulling it up. With his other hand, he lifted her shoulders off the bed while pulling the tee up and off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she wasn’t wearing panties so after he’d slipped the thin cotton pants off her hips and down her legs, she was naked and he almost closed his eyes against the picture she made on the bed.
Too much. Too much beauty. Too much sentiment in her eyes as she watched him. She didn’t try to cover herself up and she didn’t try to preen. She just lay there, open to him, watching him watching her.
He put his hand back on her belly, relishing the feel of her skin now that he didn’t have to feel it through cloth.
“Now you,” Sophie said and at first he didn’t understand what she meant. The gears in his head weren’t meshing too well. Then—”Oh.” She wanted him naked, too.
Oh, yeah.
In a second he’d stripped, as fast as he could because he didn’t want to lift his hand from Sophie for anything.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.
Jon didn’t look down at himself. He knew what he looked like. Though he couldn’t recall a hard-on quite ashardas the one he was sporting now. He didn’t have to look down to know his dick was like a rock and immensely swollen. It fucking hurt.
“Am I?” he whispered back. She nodded. “That should be my line.”
Sophie smiled, placed her hand over his.
Jon shut his eyes, his hand on Sophie’s belly, her hand over his, the heat from her hand rising up his arm. He stood stock still, immense tension in every muscle in his body.
And he realized—“I can’t go slow, Sophie.” He shook his head. “Sorry. Maybe I should—” He didn’t finish the rest of the sentence because he was tempted to offer something he didn’t think he could make good on. Like offering to step back, step away.
Luckily, it didn’t make any difference because Sophie tugged on his forearm and he fell onto her. Just like before, only this time they were naked and he knew what to expect.
Out of this world pleasure, that’s what he was expecting. And that’s what he got.
Warmth spread all along his body where they met.
Sophie twined her arms around his neck, opened her mouth under his and that warmth kicked up to heat. That honeyed pleasure flowing through his veins became prickling heat right under his skin, requiring immediate action.
A second later, he slid into her—into that hot secret place between her thighs—and a second after that his body slammed into action. It was completely beyond his control as he hammered into her, holding her hips with his hands.
Some very very dim part of his mind was exerting overwatch, if not control. If he had felt anything less than welcome, anything less than desire on her part, he’d have stopped. He hoped.
As it was, Sophie was with him every step of the way, her body completely open to him, slick with juices that eased his way, holding him tightly with her arms and legs. Matching him, movement for movement.
It was so intense, so hot, it couldn’t last, and it didn’t. Sophie tightened around his dick, threw her head back against the pillow and emitted a low moan that came out stuttering because he was moving in her so strongly. She dug her nails into his back, tightened around him again and again. Her orgasm pushed him right off the edge and into another world of heat and light where he had to hold his breath as his body went into overdrive. He slammed into her, moving easily now since she was slick with juices, in a frenzy of heat so great he thought he would blow up.
And then he did.
Great shuddering convulsions so intense his eyes rolled back under his lids and his toes curled. It went on forever as every ounce of liquid in his body poured into her and at the very last moment, just as he began to still, she convulsed again, lifting her hips up against him by leveraging herself up with her legs. She rotated her hips and arched her back to take more of him, breaths coming in pants against his ear, clenching tightly around him in pulls so strong he could feel her stomach muscles working against his abdomen.
At the same moment, they blew out great gusty breaths and stilled.
Jon collapsed bonelessly on her, every cell of his body drenched in pleasure. He should move. He was heavy and he was sure he was crushing her, but damn. This felt so…fucking…good. He couldn’t even think through the pleasure signals zapping through his body. That constant awareness he had at all times, the bit of himself he kept separate and vigilant, had taken a hike. The movie screen in his head started to blur, show static.
He made one last heroic effort and cranked an eyelid open. All he really saw was a delicate jawbone, a small pink ear and a cloud of dark shiny hair. But his hazy mind could fill in the rest. Sophie.
Everything felt so damned good exactly as he was, including his half-limp dick nestled deep within her. Oh man, that felt particularly good, like his own personal dick holster.
Mmmm.
