Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

“I understand.” He looked at her, his forehead creasing. “Perhaps we could make arrangements to do the extra instructions at your estate. Dame Helga—she’s the soprano you’ll be working with—and I could come to the estate three or four evenings a week, if that would be amenable to you and your family.”

Dame Helga? The name sounded slightly familiar to Sophie. “If this Dame Helga is as remarkable as you say she is, why isn’t she the lead soprano?”

Zach let out a resounding jovial laugh. “She’s sixty-six years old, Sophie. I don’t think she can accurately portray a twenty-year-old lady of the peerage on stage.”

Sophie couldn’t help but laugh. In the midst of her mirth, Zach leaned down and kissed her once again. His firm lips made her knees quiver. He reached for the doorknob, and she heard the lock on his door click softly. What about luncheon? And what about rehearsing the music on her own this afternoon?

Well, if Zach wasn’t worried about that, why should she be?

He turned her around so she faced the closed door, unbuttoned her dress, and brushed it softly over her shoulders. He loosened her corset and removed it. Sophie throbbed between her legs. Zach turned her back around to face him and pushed her chemise over her shoulders. Soon she stood naked and vulnerable except for her drawers.

“How is it,” she asked, chewing on her bottom lip again, “that I always end up naked and you fully clothed?”

He smiled. “We can take care of that if you would like.” He removed his jacket and loosened his cravat.

Sophie longed to reach forward and tear off his shirt, but her timidity did not allow it. Instead, Zach unbuttoned his shirt, and Sophie swallowed, her skin heating as each new inch of golden skin was exposed. The mahogany hairs over his nipples and chest drew her gaze. So very glorious.

When his shirt was in a white heap on the floor, Zach began to work on his britches. Sophie’s nerves scampered across her skin. She had never seen this part of him, though she had felt it through his trousers. Even now, the large bulge unnerved her. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. When he brushed them down his thighs, he stood in front of her wearing only his drawers. A small wet spot the size of a pea dampened the fabric. What might that be?

Slowly, Zach brushed his drawers over his hips and down his thighs. Sophie widened her eyes. His…cock—good Lord, the word “cock!”—stood at attention, springing from a bush of auburn curls. She couldn’t help staring. It was large—

larger than she had ever thought possible. The tip of it wept slightly, explaining the tiny spot of moisture on his drawers. It was majestic and magnificent, with two veins swirling around it like marbling.

She resisted the urge to reach for it.

Zach let out a happy laugh.

Sophie had no idea what was so funny. “What is it?”

“Here I stand, hard as granite and ready to take you, and I forgot one very important detail.”

“What might that be?”

Zach looked down. “I forgot to take off my boots first.”

Sophie erupted in peals of giggles. She hadn’t even considered his boots. In fact, she couldn’t even remember how her own shoes had come off during their previous encounters. Zach must have taken care of it like he took care of everything. Even now she stood, her shoes and stockings still on her feet.

Zach pulled off his boots and discarded his stockings and other garments. Then he knelt to Sophie and unlaced her shoes, removing them along with her stockings.

For once, Sophie was less naked than Zach was. She still had her drawers on. She smiled, her gaze still drawn to his cock.

“You can touch it if you want,” he said.

She gave him a small smile.

He took her hand and led it to his erection. “Please, touch me, Sophie. I want you to. I need you to. Every night I fall asleep dreaming of your hands on me, pleasuring me, your lips kissing me.”

Sophie unclenched her hand and timidly touched his penis. It was warm—so warm and so very hard. Her pussy throbbed. How might it feel inside her? Should she put her lips around it? Ally had told her men like that…a lot.

“Yes, yes, sweet. Just like that. Your touch feels so good. Ignite the fire within me.”

Zach put his hand over hers, guiding her, showing her how to touch him, how to find his rhythm. She had never imagined that a cock would have a rhythm, but it did, and it matched perfectly the throbbing inside her. Zach moved his other hand toward her breasts and tweaked a nipple. She jerked, sensation traveling like lightning from her skin inward, culminating in the warm spot between her legs.

“God, Sophie.” Zach gripped her hand on his shaft more tightly and slowed her down a bit. “This will be over all too soon if you go any faster.”

A wave of empowerment settled over Sophie. She had control over him—this large and dominant man. She could bring him to his knees with one thrusting stroke.

She smiled. As much power as he had over her, she held the same power over him. She had never imagined such. And she liked it. Yes, she liked it very much.