by Mari Carr
“Come for me, Soph. Let me see you come then I’ll strip off these pants and push my cock inside you. I’ll make you come again and again.”
His dirty promise struck a nerve—the right nerve—and Sophie tensed, her muscles taut with the orgasm powering its way through her body. He held her steady, his fingers still buried inside her cunt. She was clenching against him tightly. He gritted his teeth, imagining that same gorgeous pulsing around his dick. He wouldn’t last five minutes once he got inside her.
He slowly slipped his fingers out, relishing the small tremors that racked her body as her climax started to wane. Her legs unlatched from behind the small of his back, her feet falling none too gently to the floor. She found her balance as he reached for his belt, trying to unfasten his pants one-handed. His other hand lingered on her ass, steadying her.
Sophie’s gaze drifted lower. She smiled when she saw him struggling, trying to move too quickly, too impatiently. She took mercy on him and reached out to help. Sophie’s hands were steadier than his at the moment, so he left her to the task. He wanted to touch her—all of her—and see every bare, gorgeous inch.
While Sophie worked to divest him of his pants, he tackled the zipper at the back of her dress. They both worked rapidly. If Marc hadn’t been in such pain, he would have laughed at their clumsy haste. Sophie shoved his slacks over his hips. He toed off his shoes then kicked off his pants and boxers. He still had his black socks on, but he wasn’t about to take a break from stripping off her bra to remove them.
Sophie started unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt—he’d left the jacket in the truck—but he was finished waiting. He ripped the material open and shoved it off. To hell with the undershirt. It was going to have to stay.
“Sophie,” he whispered before he bent to kiss her once more. Her breasts filled his hands nicely. He rubbed them roughly, enjoying her moans of desire. “Now.”
“Yes.”
He tugged her away from the door and gently guided her to the carpeted floor. Jesus. She’d commented on their “date” consisting of seeing his bedroom. He couldn’t even get her that far.
He quickly stripped off her thong then reached for his pants. Retrieving a condom from his wallet, he soaked in the sight of Sophie as she lounged naked on his floor.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, to get a grip—otherwise this was going to be over pretty damn fast. “I promised you wine and dinner.”
She giggled. “All my dates give me wine and dinner. This is way better. I feel so sexy and hot right now. No one’s ever wanted me so much. I could get used to this.”
Marc smiled at her joke. “I think you’re going to have to. You are sexy. Jesus. You’re fucking gorgeous. And regardless of what the other jackasses in your past have done, I still owe you a meal.”
“Fine. Then I want breakfast in bed.”
“Done.” He finished slipping on the condom then pushed her legs apart. Sophie reached up as he bent over her, pulling him closer for another long, lingering kiss.
As their lips danced, he placed his cock at the opening to her body and slowly pushed in.
Sophie gasped. “So good!”
“I’m sure I’m not as big as Chuck, but—”
Sophie pinched his hip. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. He was a big dick, but you’re proving to be—”
He bit her shoulder then slid in farther as they both laughed softly.
Neither of them spoke again. Once Marc was seated to the hilt, he paused for a moment and lifted his head until he could see her face.
“Ready?”
She nodded. Her cheeks were pink from their earlier exertions, her hair was hanging in her face, her eyelids were heavy with sensuality and her lips were swollen from his nonstop kisses. In a word, she looked perfect.
Marc withdrew until just the head of his cock was nestled in her body, then he thrust again—harder, faster than before. Sophie raised her legs to his waist, granting him more room to move, allowing him to go deeper.
He watched as her eyelids drifted closed, her face the picture of pleasure.
So this is what complete and utter bliss feels like.
Soon he gave up trying to prolong the inevitable. This wasn’t going to be a one-time deal or even a one-night stand. They’d perfect the longevity of the act later.
For now…
In and out he moved. Relentlessly. Without pause.
Both he and Sophie groaned, clinging to each other until they were sweaty, sticky messes, neither of them willing to stop.
Sophie squeaked when he hit a certain spot and his rhythm faltered.
“Holy shit! Right there. God, right there. Do that again,” she urged.
He obliged, loving her much louder cries, the way she gripped his upper arms. Marc was close. So fucking close, but he wasn’t going without her.
Lifting her legs, he placed her knees over his shoulders, opening her for the ultimate penetration. She screamed when he thrust again. Reaching down, he rubbed her clit, watching as she splintered, came apart. Her fingers clenched in his carpet as her pussy muscles clamped against his cock.
It was all he needed. Actually, it was too damn much. Marc pushed once, twice more as he came, come filling the condom while his body jerked.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Sophie. God damn.” His arms buckled beneath him. He went to his forearms, barely managing to hold himself above her.
Sophie was breathing hard. Her eyes remained shut for only a moment longer, then she opened them, capturing his with her bright blue gaze.
They stared at each other, neither of them bothering to speak. He wasn’t sure if the quiet was due to a lack of breath or words. There didn’t seem to be a way to accurately describe how amazing that was.
Once he’d regained some strength, Marc sat up. Sophie followed, looking around at their surroundings.
He’d taken her on the floor of the front foyer. They hadn’t made it more than three steps inside.
“Nice house,” she said at last.
Marc laughed. “Come on, princess.” He rose and offered a hand to help her up. He was still wearing his black socks and the t-shirt he’d donned under his tuxedo shirt.
She took one look at him and giggled. He rolled his eyes and tugged her closer. “Want a tour of the place now or later?”
“I want a tour of your bedroom.”
“Easily arranged.” He grasped her hand and led her down the hallway toward the master bedroom. He loved his little ranch-style house with everything on one floor. He didn’t stop once they’d crossed the threshold. He kept walking until they reached the bed then pulled back the comforter and sheets. He stripped his remaining clothes before picking up Sophie and tossing her on the middle of the mattress as she laughed.
He joined her on the bed. Sophie met him halfway, reaching for him without hesitance and they kissed again. It was a simple melding of the mouths, but it lasted forever. Marc couldn’t resist. She smelled like strawberries, tasted like wine and her skin was as smooth as silk.
He caressed her back, her hips and waist. Let his fingers explore as he continued to worship her lips with his.
Sophie moaned softly when his fingers brushed her ass. He took the sound as an invitation. His cock thickened as Sophie shifted closer.
He gripped her ass in his palm, lightly squeezing. Sophie squirmed then lifted her leg over his hip. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Her new open position gave him plenty of room to explore. He dragged his fingers along the slit of her ass until he reached her anus. He wiggled his finger around the rosette as Sophie’s hands surveyed his chest.
He was taken off guard when Sophie applied pressure to his chest, pushing him to his back. She came over him, straddling his hips.
She cradled his cock between her legs, moving just slowly enough to drive him out of his mind.
“You’re killing me, Soph. If you want a ride, lift up and do it properly.”
She gave him a wicked grin that said she liked tormenting him too much. She
slowed her motions even more.
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore how good the heat of her pussy felt as she gave his dick the sexiest massage in history. He spread his legs and bent his knees, trying to give himself more leverage and her more room. He lifted his hips against her, forcing a deeper stroke, a longer rub.
Sophie leaned forward slightly. The new position brought her clit into the line of fire. She closed her eyes, but his gaze never left her face. Her sensuous assault teased every single one of his senses. He could smell her arousal, feel how hot and wet she was for him. Her rosy nipples had his mouth watering for a taste while her quick moans fueled his hunger. He imagined her face looked just like this whenever she gave herself pleasure. Marc vowed he would ask her to masturbate for him. He longed to watch her self-induced orgasms. If the look of almost-pain on her face was anything to go by, he suspected she was fairly close to that point right now.
They’d indulged in quick, passionate fucking earlier. Now Sophie was looking for a slow, sexy ride. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off. He’d done the dry-humping routine as a teenager but he’d never tried this wet-humping game Sophie was initiating him into.
Whatever it was, it was fucking hot. And yet…
His fingers tightened on her hips and before he could think about his actions, he reversed their positions. Sophie tumbled to her back as Marc crawled over her. Her legs parted, welcoming him. If she was annoyed at losing control, her face didn’t show it. Instead, she raised her arms and pulled him down on top of her.
“I want to come on your breasts.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“But first…” He moved lower, placing an innocent kiss on her clit. Her eyes started to drift shut once more, but he shook his head. “No. Watch me.”
Her gaze found his just as he pressed his tongue inside her pussy.
“Oh God,” she cried. Her hands tangled in his sheets as he tongue-fucked her. He’d only had a taste of her in his office that day, but his mouth had watered for more ever since.
Sophie’s breathing accelerated and he sensed she wanted to look away, but her gaze held steady. He opened her legs even farther, using his hands rather than words to position her. He wanted her completely open to him.
He glanced up as he nipped her clit, applying just enough pressure to make it sting. Sophie didn’t complain, didn’t try to shove him away. Her hungry look solidified some suspicions that had formed after their brief sexual foray in his office. She liked to play and she was ready to push some limits.
Marc decided to see just how far she was willing to go. He moved lower, pressing his tongue around the rim of her anus. Sophie gasped, but once again she didn’t pull away, didn’t close her eyes. He licked the rosette until it was nice and wet, then he pushed a single finger in to the first knuckle.
“You said anal play was one of the kinky things you’ve tried.”
She nodded.
“How far did you go?”
Her cheeks flushed and he grinned, loving the innocence that tinted her naughtiness.
“Just a finger.”
“One finger?”
She nodded again.
“No toys? No cocks?”
She shook her head.
He pushed his finger deeper, watching her face carefully to make sure he didn’t cause her any pain. He wouldn’t venture farther than this tonight. Not without lube.
Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he pressed his mouth back to her pussy, shoving his tongue into the wet cavern as deep as it would go. Over and over he pushed his tongue inside, moving it in unison with the finger in her ass.
When he sensed she was getting close, he pushed the button guaranteed to drive her over the edge. He rubbed her clit roughly with his free hand, loving the way Sophie’s body went stiff just a split second before the trembling began. She came with her whole body and it was a beautiful thing to watch.
Marc rose up on his knees and took his cock in his hand, stroking strong and hard as Sophie shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm, then he pulled his finger free of her body.
As she came to her senses, she reached out, ready to take over his hand job.
He shook his head. “No. Lift up your tits. Hold them for me.”
She cupped her breasts, pushing the fleshy globes together then pinching her nipples. The image of her playing with herself had the desired effect. He bent closer, propping himself up with one hand as his other gripped and stroked his cock harder, faster, the head occasionally caressing soft flesh.
Sophie continued to play with herself, giving him the ultimate peep show.
“Holy shit, Sophie.” His voice was too deep, his words sounding more like a growl. “Can’t hold back.”
Come shot from the tip of his cock, decorating Sophie’s breasts with shiny droplets. She stilled, capturing every sticky strand.
Marc gasped for air, feeling lightheaded from a lack of oxygen and the force of his climax. He thought the night couldn’t get any better—until Sophie reached down to drag one finger through the come on her breast. She swirled it around her nipples, making them shine, then lifted the digit and stuck it in her mouth, sucking it clean.
“Shower?” she suggested.
He was wrong. The night had just gotten a lot better.
* * * * *
Sophie opened her eyes slowly, taking a moment to study her surroundings. She hadn’t had the opportunity to see much of Marc’s house last night.
She grinned. Besides the foyer floor, shower and this bed, she hadn’t seen any of his home. His bedroom, now well-lit by the sunshine streaming through the two windows, was surprisingly comfortable. There was a pile of unfolded laundry sitting on a chair and his hamper looked as though it was in danger of exploding, but she supposed that was to be expected, given how busy he’d been the past few weeks.
She stretched lazily then winced. She’d gotten quite a workout last night. Marc had been insatiable. Of course, she had too. After their sexy shower, he’d wakened her in the middle of the night, taking her so gently she could have cried at the beauty of it. In one night, he’d given her passionate sex, raunchy play and then, just when she’d thought she had him figured out, he’d toned it down, making love to her as if she was the most precious thing on earth.
What a date.
Footsteps approached. She glanced toward the doorway in time to watch Marc walk in with a tray.
She smiled. “Breakfast in bed?”
“A promise is a promise.”
She sat up, propping pillows along the headboard as Marc carefully set the tray over her lap. Sophie laughed when she spotted the apron he wore.
“Grill or be grilled. Is that lawyer humor?”
Marc shrugged. “I think it’s sibling humor. My sister gave it to me for my birthday one year.”
Sophie looked at the mountain of food on the plate in front of her and her eyes went wide. “I hope to hell you’re planning to eat some of this with me. Otherwise, I think you can count on leftovers for lunch.”
Marc stripped off the apron—he was naked underneath—and crawled back into bed. “There wasn’t room on the tray for another plate.” He picked up a fork and scooped up a pile of scrambled eggs. He directed the utensil to her mouth, so she took the bite. Then he helped himself to some.
“These are delicious,” she said as she picked up a slice of crispy bacon. “You know how to cook.”
Marc grabbed a piece of toast from the plate. “I’m thirty-five years old and I’ve never been married. Believe me, there’s not enough takeout in the world to keep a man going that long.”
Sophie could appreciate that truth. Growing up, her mother had made the family meals. Right after her death, Sophie and her father had gone through months of the Chinese-pizza-subs rotation, ordering out every night. Eventually, Sophie realized she was going to have to take charge in the kitchen or risk turning into an egg roll.
She picked up the orange juice and took a sip. “Hey, is there ch
ampagne in here?”
“Wine and dine, remember?”
She took another drink. “I love mimosas. Do you usually keep champagne in the house?” Marc didn’t seem like a champagne drinker, so the idea that he had a bottle sort of screamed player.
He shook his head. “My sister gave me the bottle for Christmas. Told me to share it with someone I love on New Year’s.”
Sophie put the glass back on the tray. “Um, hate to break it to you, Marc, but you missed the holiday. New Year’s was about seven months ago.”
He polished off the last of the bacon. “I ended up going out with some friends over New Year’s. Put the bottle in my wine rack and forgot all about it until this morning.”
Sophie tried to batten down the girlie part of her that latched onto his sister’s instructions. Share it with someone you love.
Play it cool, Soph.
“Well, it’s perfect with OJ, so I’m glad you remembered it.”
Marc studied her face. She wished she had inherited her father’s knack for unreadable expressions. Her lawyer lover was too astute.
Marc gestured toward the tray. “You finished?”
She nodded. He put the tray on the floor by the bed.
“Sophie. I know it’s way too soon in our relationship to talk about love and all that shit, but—”
“Shit?”
He grinned. “You know what I mean. The thing is, I’ve been around the block a few times. You don’t make that trip without learning some things.”
Sophie swallowed heavily, wondering where he heading with this conversation.
“When I look at you…I see perfection. I’m a cocky know-it-all who doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body and I have no idea where this relationship is headed, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall for you.”
“You are?”
Marc moved closer, cupping her face in his hands. His expression was far too serious for the fun-loving man she’d gotten to know. “Yeah. I’m warning you. I’m going to fall in love with you, Sophie. If you aren’t looking for a relationship, a boyfriend, I’d like you to tell me now before things go too far.”
Leave it to Marc to lay all the cards on the table. Then she recalled Stephanie’s warning. “Actually, I’ve already been accused of falling for you. Might be nice not to make the trip alone.”