It wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but screw it, I hadn’t been with a woman in more than six months. I was ready to explode.
A coy smile formed on Sofia’s lips. I turned her vibrator on medium.
Her hold on my cock tightened. “Show me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my boxers down and curled my free hand around my cock, stroking myself and spreading my pre-cum over my tip. Sofia watched me almost eagerly.
Lust flared in Sofia’s gorgeous eyes as she reached for me. I pulled my hand back, allowing her to touch me. She started to rub me carefully, but soon her ministrations became more eager. Her eyelids drooped and her breathing became heavier. I upped the clit suction. Sofia’s head fell back, her mouth falling open, her thighs clamping together.
It took all of my self-control not to shoot my load right away, just knowing Sofia had a vibrator in her pussy and enjoyed it. I turned the vibration even higher, needing to see her get off. Sofia’s lips parted in a loud moan, her eyes fluttering shut. My fingers tightened on the remote. Desperate for her to come, I pushed the clit stimulator on high as well.
Sofia squeezed my cock hard in her fist, her eyes flying open, her thighs clenching together. She cried out hoarsely as she came. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shudder, I released all over her hand. She shook under the force of her own orgasm, milking me almost painfully, but I relished the thrilling pain.
“Too much,” she gasped, loosening her hold on my cock.
I lowered the stimulation to low. Sofia fell back on the bed, looking stunned and spent. I stretched out beside her, careful not to get cum on the covers. Bending over her face, I ran my thumb across her plump lower lip. It was red. She must have bitten down on it during her release. “You drive me completely crazy, Sofia.”
She grinned, then bit her lip and covered her face with her hands. A giggle burst from her lips. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I tugged her hands down, amused by her mortification. “Don’t be embarrassed. Seeing you let loose was sexy.”
She cleared her throat. “I should remove the . . . toy,” she said and got up to disappear in the bathroom. I used the time to clean myself with a tissue. I needed to shower. I followed Sofia, who stood at the sink, washing the vibrator.
“I’m going to shower. Do you want to join me?”
Sofia pursed her lips, then shook her head. “Go ahead. I’ll lie down.”
I walked up to her and touched her hips, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “Are you okay?”
She smiled. “I am. I just need to process.” She put her hand over mine. “Don’t worry.”
I nodded and watched as she walked back to the bedroom. When I was done, Sofia was sitting up in bed, reading something in a notebook.
I slipped under the covers and wrapped an arm around her. She held out the notebook for me.
I raised an eyebrow.
“It’s something I wrote. It’s embarrassing, but I want to share it with you.”
I began to read what I discovered was Sofia’s fantasy for our first sexual encounter. Surprise washed over me as I read her story, especially how she saw me—her ideal version of me. She didn’t go into every detail, but she didn’t shy back from describing how I touched her and made love to her. That’s how she put it, and it was probably what she longed for. Lovemaking was something I’d always wondered about but never experienced. I cared deeply about Sofia and couldn’t deny that I was falling for her. Her smiles and kindness and her stubborn streak that came through occasionally, but love wasn’t something that happened in the course of a few weeks. It took time. That was something I believed firmly.
When I was finished reading, I looked up. Trepidation shone in Sofia’s eyes as if she feared my reaction. “That’s how you want our first time to be? In front of a fireplace on the floor?”
She flushed. “It’s how I imagined it. It’s not supposed to be instructions for you.” She closed her eyes, turning even redder though I hadn’t thought it possible. “I just wanted you to know that I’ve been imagining our first time, and that even if my body is being difficult, I eventually want to be with you.”
I set the notebook aside and pulled her against me. “There’s a beautiful fireplace in the living area of my lodge with a view over the lake.” I fell silent. Bringing up the lodge probably wasn’t the best idea, but Sofia only smiled. “We’d have to wait for the temperature to drop for a fire to make sense.”
I had no intention of waiting until fall to sleep with my gorgeous wife. The five weeks since our wedding had already proved impossibly difficult.
Sofia must have read my thoughts because she rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to wait that long, either.”
“Good. I don’t mind dying of heatstroke in front of a roaring fire in summer if it means I get to claim your beautiful body.”
Sofia pressed her face into my neck and chuckled, but she didn’t say a word about when she’d be ready. I’d just have to practice some more patience.
In addition to aerobics in the local Outfit gym where I’d met Marco’s wife Bria by chance and hit it off, I started yoga on her recommendation. Before our accidental meeting, I’d only seen her at the wedding. For some reason, we’d never had a double date. Danilo always met Marco alone, mostly
