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Without probing into her drawers, Zach followed the lines of her legs down to her feet, where he caressed her toes, his touch a whisper against the sensitive skin. Slowly, he drew back upward, unlacing her drawers when he got to the apex between her thighs. He slid her drawers over her hips, discarding them, and then he pushed her chemise upward, baring her breasts.
“Sophie, how I’ve missed you.” He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips.
Sophie gasped, her body blazing. She had missed him too.
Yes, she wanted the conventional courtship, but barring that, this was not something she could leave behind. She wanted to experience everything with Zach—the things she thought she would never get to experience. Perhaps it wouldn’t lead to marriage, but she couldn’t make herself regret any of it.
Zach sucked on one nipple and toyed with the other with his fingers, gently pulling and tugging, making Sophie squirm. Moisture trickled between her legs, and soon her thighs were damp with her own essence.
Zach let the nipple drop from his mouth with a soft pop. He inhaled. “God, Sophie, I can smell you. You’re so ready for me, so wet for me.” He traced his finger over the mound of her breast and down her abdomen to the thick blond bush in between her legs. “Yes. So wet.”
“Put your finger in me, Zach. Like you did that first time. I need to feel part of you inside me.”
Without further urging, Zach breached her, gently massaging the inside of her walls. Sophie sighed, her hips moving involuntarily, matching the rhythm of Zach’s finger. In a moment, he added another, stretching her. The slow tempo of his fingers combined with the exquisite stretch hurled Sophie toward the precipice.
“Oh, Zach, it feels so good.” She writhed. She knew what she wanted, but she didn’t have a clue how to ask for it.
He continued his assault inside her pussy, finding a spot that drove her not just toward but over the precipice. Her climax came with a jolt, shattering her, leaving her spent but still wanting more.
She longed to turn over, to have Zach’s hand come down on her buttocks as it had before. But how could she tell him?
“Zach…”
“Yes, sweet?”
“I want… I need…”
“Anything, sweet.”
She turned over, lying stomach down on the soft divan. “Your fingers, back inside me…”
He obliged, inserting one and then two fingers back into her wetness. “Like this, my love?”
“Oh, yes,” Sophie purred into the pillow. “And now…”
Smack! His palm came down on her bare bottom, catapulting her into another mind-bending climax.
“Sophie, your bum is so flawless. Especially when it’s this beautiful shade of red.”
Pleasure-pain. Sophie couldn’t get enough of it. Still, she wondered why she craved such. She would figure it out someday, but for now, all she wanted was the blissful torment that consumed her.
His palm came down on her arse again, and then again. As the sting metamorphosed into pleasure, she shattered again, all the time his fingers pumping in and out of her wet channel.
“My God,” she said. “I can’t even believe…how much I…”
Zach didn’t pressure her to finish her thought. Instead, he smacked her once more, slightly harder this time, and drove into her pussy with his fingers so forcefully that he unearthed her most explosive climax yet. She melted into the hunter-green brocade divan, the physical, emotional, and spiritual kaleidoscoping together into one euphoric and satisfying thrill.
Still fully clothed, Zach leaned down and slid over her back, the tweed of his jacket scratching her. “You’re so exquisite. I must have you this night, Sophie. Please.”
He meant the act, of course. Sophie had known it would come to this if she continued down this path, and she was not sorry that it had. She wanted to experience what Ally had experienced, and she wanted it with Zach, whether he was officially courting her or not.
“Come sit on my lap,” Zach said.
Sophie did as he bid, rising, taking her place upon him, the wool of his trousers scratching her sore bottom in a delicious way. She placed her hand on his cheek and then moved to the back of his neck, toying with his auburn waves. Brazenly, she lowered her mouth to his and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, still cupping his cheeks.
“Loosen my cravat, Sophie,” Zach said.
She did so and then drew her hand down, the linen of his shirt soft against her fingers. And underneath the linen, his hard chest beckoned. Still, she continued downward until she grasped the bulge in his trousers.
