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"You feel so fucking good," I groan into her ear. "You feel so good, Sophia."
"I love you," she whispers back. "And... I love everything you do to me."
I move inside her slowly, determined to savor every second, every thrust, every moment that I'm making love to Sophia Lyonne.
"I love you," I whisper against her ear, moving a little faster. Sophia moans as I thrust harder, her legs wrapped around my waist tight. "So fucking much, Sophia. I want to keep you so happy. I want to fuck you every night. I want to make you come over and over. I want..."
"Ryan," she moans, her fingers digging into my ass. "I want you too...I want this...I want you, I want—"
"I want to fuck you, to claim you," I groan, kissing her as I pound faster. "I want to be inside you, Sophia. I want to be your everything, baby."
"Ryan," she moans, and then she cries out as she gets wrapped up in yet another orgasm...and this time, I can't stop myself from toppling over the edge with her.
I come with a groan, thrusting deep inside her, and we hold each other tight as we both come down from the high. I kiss her softly, stroking her hair, shoulders, and her perfect face. I rub her back, kiss her cheek, and whisper to her. She melts against me, and I hold her tight against my chest as the last ripples of pleasure overtake us both.
I've never felt anything like this in all my life. It's so fucking intense, and it's like I'm flying high above the clouds. It's nothing I've ever felt before.
And I love it—I love her.
Sophia somehow manages to calm her breathing, her body slowly becoming still as her breath evens out. I don't know how, after everything we just did, everything we said—but she's asleep. I'm tucked tight against her, my arms wrapped around her body. My heart is racing beneath my ribcage...and I'm truly afraid.
I'm afraid of losing her. I'm scared of letting her go.
I spent so many years trying to make things work with Amanda, but it never felt like this with her. My relationship with Amanda was all struggle, all desperation, quiet nights where we barely touched.
But Sophia...maybe it's just the butterflies of a new relationship, but I think I've got my whole future wrapped in my arms right now.
She stirs slightly, and I realize she's not asleep at all—she's just been holding her breath, waiting.
"You okay?" she whispers.
I kiss her forehead. "More than okay."
"We should probably talk about...this," she says. "Whatever this is."
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, illuminated by the city lights filtering through the window. She looks like she's made of moonlight, pale skin, and freckles like stardust.
"I think it's love," I say, my heart pounding.
She smiles. "I think it is."
"I want you in my life," I say, my eyes searching her face. "I want you. Sophia..."
"I want you, too," she smiles. "I want this; I want to be with you. If I'm this happy, I—"
"I know," I say, stroking her face. "I don't know what's going to happen, but..." I kiss her forehead again. "I'm not scared anymore. I'm not scared of this..."
"I'm not either," she whispers, tangling her legs with mine. "We'll figure it out. I'll come clean to the White Oak...and after that..."
This feels like the moment. I want to reassure her, to tell her I'll support her, help her open her business so she doesn't have to work at the White Oak anymore. But she's independent; it's one of the things I love about her, and I can't...
"So we're doing this," she says, her eyes bright and sparkling.
"We're doing this."
She bites her lip. "Is it wrong that I want to go another round?"
I laugh. "Give me another few minutes to rally...and then I'm all yours."
