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"What? What is so funny?"
"Crotchless panties, Soph, really?"
I met her eyes, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment, which made her look so sexy. "See, you've seen these before. I'd only ever heard of them." She turned away to hide from me.
I looked down at the bra and panties in my hand and dropped them to the floor. I could tell from behind that Sophie was crying; she wiped at her eyes. I walked over and placed both my hands on her arms. "Sophie, this isn't you. These things aren't you."
"What isn't?"
"All this stuff you bought. This isn't you. Guys want to be with the real you, inexperienced or not."
"Well, believe me, I am as unexperienced as they come. You hit the jackpot with that, and if you think different, you're fooling yourself."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay, for however you took my comment, but it wasn't meant to be insulting to you. I also didn’t think you would take it the way you did. I don't really care how experienced or inexperienced you are. That's all part of the fun, if you know what I mean," I said, grabbing her and pulling her into me.
Sophie let out a loud laugh and pushed me away. "Sure it is," she said, ripping the undergarments that I still held in my hand and shoved them deep into the bag. "I must have been a damn fool buying all these. I'm sure you got a kick out of this. Glad I didn’t put them on and parade around for you. You probably would have died with laughter."
I grabbed the bag from her hand and threw it over on the bed. "That's enough. That shit in that bag isn't you, and it never will be you, no matter if you'd been with two or twenty men. I've apologized and I meant it. Forgive me or don't."
Sophie stood across from me, not knowing what to say. I wasn’t kidding, I wasn’t joking. I was done if this was how she was going to act. Within seconds she went from staring at me, wondering if I were being truthful, to being wrapped in my arms, kissing me hard. It had caught me by surprise, but with little hesitation, I wrapped my arms under her ass and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her over to the bed.
15
Sophie
Iwoke with a start, my breathing heavy. The room was dark, and I rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty. I ran my hand over the sheets, but they were already cold, letting me know that Chase had been up for a while. I rolled over and stretched, my body aching in places I hadn't thought possible. My body relaxed into the mattress, and I thought back to last night.
After we had talked and cleared the air, and made up, we'd decided to catch a movie before bed. I'd changed while Chase made popcorn and found something on. When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to find a blanket sprawled out onto the floor in front of the TV, pillows thrown down and the fireplace on. I'd frowned at the mess on the floor and was about to ask what was going on when I heard the clink of two glasses. I turned to find a shirtless Chase standing holding two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Thought we could curl up on the floor, watch a little TV," he said, setting the glasses down on the table and opening the bottle of wine. "Sound okay?"
"Sure, what did you want to watch?" I questioned, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Before I had gotten far, Chase slipped the remote from my hand and replaced it with my wine glass and put the remote onto the dining room table.
"Come, sit down."
I looked at him questioningly but did as he asked anyways and relaxed back into the pile of pillows. Chase grabbed the blanket that sat on the back of the couch and spread it out over top of us, then he, too, sat back and relaxed. "We will watch this," he said, nodding to the TV.
I looked at the screen and giggled. "It's not even in English, and it has no subtitles. How on earth are we going to understand it?"
Chase shrugged and lay down beside me. "Well, the remote is over on the table, so I guess we will have to make do."
"You are crazy," I said, kicking the blanket off me before trying to stand up, but Chase grabbed my arm stopping me and pulled me down beside him.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He leaned in and kissed me.
An hour later, we both lay on our sides, Chase spooned up against me as we continued to watch this foreign film. I was about to ask him a question and jumped as I felt Chase grind into me. The ridge in his pants proved that he wasn't paying attention to the movie and wouldn't be able to answer what I was going to ask because he clearly only had one thing on his mind. His lips moved against the back of my neck, kissing me.
"Fuck, I want you," he murmured between kisses as he ground himself into me again. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth before rolling me over and attacking my lips. His kiss felt different this time. It was deeper and slower. His hands moved over my body, and his touch was different as well. It wasn't as firm and cold; instead it was softer, gentler, almost like a caress. When he pulled away from my lips and looked into my eyes, even his look was different. It was as if he were looking into my soul. I closed my eyes, kissing him back.
I remembered last night, how we had gone from making out to having sex on the floor in front of the fire. Afterwards, he had carried me back to the bedroom where we had made love until the wee hours of the morning. It had been the most perfect night, I thought to myself as I lie in the warmth of my blankets, but then reality kicked in, and I looked around the bedroom.
"Sophie, you are imagining things," I said aloud to myself. We hadn't made love.After all, you have to be in love to make it, don't you?
I thought back to his tender touch and kiss and how he slowly drove himself into me, and I squeezed my legs together, my center throbbing and driving me crazy. I tried to chase the thoughts of last night through my mind, but it did little good. I closed my eyes and dipped my fingers between my legs, running them through my soaked center, my other hand traveling up to my bare breast, pinching, and rolling my nipple between my fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, and I tipped my head back.
"There is always something so fucking sexy about watching a woman get herself off."
I jumped at the deep voice and pulled the blanket up around my neck and glanced toward the door of my bedroom. Chase stood there leaning against the doorway. He was dressed in light-colored jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles. He held a glass of juice in one hand and a small pink bag in the other.
