HOLDEN
Ibrush Sophia’s thigh and pull her closer. She fell asleep an hour ago, but I can’t seem to find sleep. I can still hear the party raging on, firecrackers startling me, screams and laughter warping in my head.
Sex helped. I’m pretty sure Sophia in any capacity would help, but damn, she’s … she’s amazing. When I heard the vows, saw the wedding, it twisted something up in me. Made me realize that something is missing. There’s a hole in my life.
Sophia groans and rolls, her face buried in my neck. She murmurs something in her sleep and then takes a deep breath. I wonder if she’s awake when I feel her eyelashes brush my neck. I run my hand over her back, and she presses against me.
“Awake?” Her voice is thick, and she lifts a hand to her face.
I sigh and nod. “There’s a lot going on.”
“Anything help?” She adjusts, pulling the blanket over her as if I haven’t licked just about every inch of her. Her dark auburn hair looks almost black in this low light.
“You help,” I murmur.
She kisses me softly and presses her nose to mine. “Stay the night then.”
“Sophie,” I whisper, rolling to have her mouth again. I drawback. “Staying is … a lot.”
She rubs my chest softly. “Is it?”
“I don’t spend the night with others. The nightmares …” I swallow. I don’t want to dive into this. We’re supposed to be having fun. “I should go.”
“Or we can get comfortable and talk until you’re so exhausted, you won’t think about things.” She offers.
And I feel like saying yes. How stupid am I to say no to her? Especially when she’s looking at me with those hopeful sweet eyes. I shake my head. I need to keep my wits about me. “I appreciate it, but no.”
“It would make me feel better.” She admits. “It’s my first time out of the country. My first time not knowing the language. It’s a lot of new.”
Fuck. I wrap myself around her. “I’ll stay.”
“I feel silly.” She whispers. “I’m an adult and can’t sleep in a different bed.”
“I think I can fix that,” I answer softly. “First here, then when we get back home.”
“That sounds dangerous.” She laughs. “Hot, but dangerous.”
I moan softly against the back of her shoulder. “Better stop teasing, or you’re going to get me riled again.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She presses her ass back against me. “I like you riled.”
I groan and kiss her neck. “In the morning then?”
“I’m going to hold you to it.”
And somehow, sleep finds me. An empty sleep. No dreams, no nightmares, just a deep heavy sleep that only ends when I feel a push against me. Opening my eyes, I jump up, ready for combat, but it’s just Sophie getting out of bed.
She winces. “I tried not to wake you.”
“What time is it?” I look around, the sun is streaming through the window, and I feel like I’ve slept for years.
“Nine.” She says after grabbing her phone. “Want to join me in the shower?”
I don’t have to answer that. I head towards the shower, then stop short. I look down at my prosthetic, and Sophie looks back at me before spitting out mouthwash. I laugh, almost forgetting the issue at hand.
But I brush my teeth, then sit on the toilet. “I’ll watch.”
“It can’t get wet?”
“The rain is fine; a shower isn’t.”
She looks at the shower, leans back, then bounces on her heels. “There’s a bench in the shower.”
God, I’d be happy to let her do whatever she wants to me. But I don’t want her to half-carry me into the shower and out. Sophia looks at me, her eyes stroking down my body to my morning wood, and she licks across her bottom lip.
“All man. All the time.” She breathes.
I smile and pat my thigh. If this is how we do it, this is how we do it. And it feels that easy. Sophia straddles me, sliding down over my cock slowly as we both groan. She holds the back of my neck in her hand, and I guide her hips.
Sliding my mouth over her throat leads me to her perfectly round tits. Perky, pale, peeked with hard pink nipples that are just begging for attention. Attention, I’m happy to give. I suck one nipple between my lips, and Sophia groans.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I gasp, gently biting her nipple before releasing it to claim her mouth. I tighten my hold on her, bouncing her faster on my cock. Sophia whimpers against my lips, then parts her mouth, welcoming my tongue as I thrust into her over and over.
“You’re the king of mornings.” She moans in my ear.