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Chapter 6 – A Corsican affair

Sophie woke to the gentle rocking of the boat and the faint smell of bacon and eggs. Her stomach responded with a groan of hunger and she pulled herself out from under the dark blue covers that she had been cocooned in. She looked down at her still clothed body as she ran her hands through her tangled hair and inspected herself in the mirror that was attached to the back of the door.

“Afternoon gorgeous,” Mack encouraged, as she came out of the cabin. She noticed the ruffled blanket on the bench and looked up at him. “You looked so comfortable the last thing I wanted to do was move you and wake you up.”

“You haven’t got a comb or anything have you?”

“Yes, in the bathroom, there’s a carrier in there with a few essentials for you.” She smiled, as she went into the cubicle that acted as a shower come bathroom.

After inspecting the items in the bag she popped her head around the door, “If I didn’t know any better I’d have said you’d planned this little excursion.”

“Whatever gave you that idea? Have a shower if you want?”

“I’ll pass at the minute, far too hungry. Might faint in here butt naked from lack of nourishment, then where would I be?”

“On the floor of the shower butt naked, of course. And I’d have to rescue you.”

“Maybe I’ll give you that opportunity later, but for now I think I’ll pass. Will have a quick wash though and be with you soon.”

“Ok, take you’re time. This food won’t be long but I can keep it warm for you. Cup of tea?”

“Yes, please,” came the reply from the bathroom. “Ouch!”

“What’s up?”

“All these damn tangles in my hair.”

Mack turned the heat down under the food and went to her, pulling her out of the confines of the bathroom and seating her on the bench. He took the comb from her hand and began unsnarling the knots gently as the comb ran through her hair. “You’re very good at this.” She delighted at his soft touches.

“Had a lot of practice,” he countered, “always had girlfriends with long hair, made me feel like they’d want me to do it for them forever. Not that they ever did.”

“I do, I can’t believe how good it’s making me feel. You’re so gentle.”

“Glad I can be of service, there you go, all done.” He handed the comb back to her, “you gonna brush your teeth then?”

“Aye, aye, captain.” She saluted him before disappearing back into the bathroom.

“Bloody cheek,” he muttered, “get your arse out here pronto, breakfast will be served in 5 seconds.”

She was back, grinning; face clean, teeth fresh and hair tidy. She’d sorted out her dress and it clung to her figure again as it had the night before. “That’s better, thank you, Mack. For thinking about these things. Don’t suppose you bought me any clean underwear.”

“Not yet, would’ve done had I known your size. You can always borrow some of mine.”

“I’ll be ok; we’ll be going back later won’t we?”

“Actually, I thought we could stay here for a few days, one reason I anchored off Bastia. We can get a few bits and then go around to that cove I was telling you about last night.”

Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him to her. “You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“I try. Now come on, get this food down your neck. Sooner we eat the sooner we can get on.”

They spent some time wandering around the shops and local market, buying their supplies. Mack secretly spied the sizes of clothing and underwear that Sophie was purchasing, making a mental note and rushing off to buy a few items himself for her whilst she was in the changing room trying a few things on. He’d had everything gift wrapped so there was no way she was going to know what he’d bought until he’d presented her with them.

Once they’d got back to the boat, he’d set sail whilst she’d showered and changed, coming back atop as soon as she’d finished. It wasn’t long before they anchored in the private cove that he’d decided upon for them and he was ready to present her with his first gift. He’d disappeared for a little while down below and when he reappeared he was only wearing a pair of shorts. “Are you coming in?” He asked, looking at the clear azure blue water.

“No, you go.”

“Why not, it’s going to be glorious in there?”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have a swimming costume for one thing and besides I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”

“It’s only me.”

“I’d especially not feel very comfortable in front of you.”

“Sophie, we talked about this last night. And does that mean you wouldn’t accept a gift from me.”

“What gift?”

“This one,” he handed her the package, watching her intently as she tore the bright paper apart and pulled out the two pieces. He’d thoughtfully purchased her a tankini, the top long enough to act as a vest and the bottoms were like shorts. The suit was turquoise in colour. At least, he thought with relief, she’d smiled.

“Thanks,” her hands fondled the material of the two piece. “I’ll just go and change.”

She was soon back on deck, delighted that the suit actually made her appear slimmer. “You look great,” he smiled at her, his eyes roving her fairly scantily clothed body. She moved toward him quickly taking him into her embrace and kissing him. His hands were at her waist, his fingers splayed over the round of her bottom. She flinched slightly at his touches; it wouldn’t have taken much for him to find his way beneath the shorts and touch her skin. She began willing it; however he pulled back and walked with her to the side of the yacht. “Let’s have a swim.” He dove in off the side and patiently trod water whilst he waited for Sophie to join him.

Not used to doing anything in water, she slowly edged into the inviting blue sea and took her time swimming over to him. They swam in toward the beach so that she was able to touch the bottom with her feet. He began playing with her, splashing her, swimming around her and pulling her down into the water. She laughed and giggled at him as he began to tickle her and she fought back as best she could.

Mack swam up to her under the water, grabbing on to her legs and coming up out through the waves in front of her. He was so close to her that she nearly fainted at his proximity, her hands instinctively found his and she steadied herself against the heady excitement she was feeling. Her eyes went up to his and all she could see was the desire behind them. He scooped her up in his arms and walked from the water, settling her down onto the wet sand, with him by her side, the swirling waves lapping at their feet.

With one of his arms behind her head, cushioning it, his free hand went up to her hair and smoothed it back, his deep blue orbs searching her face for any kind of resistance. He saw none and decided that he wanted to kiss her, to taste the salt on her lips. He bent down, applying the lightest of butterfly kisses to her lips, licking at them, his hand holding her head and sliding down to her exposed shoulder, his thumb drawing circle over her skin. His leg hooked over her own and she could feel his arousal against her leg. She froze.

“What’s up?” Mack asked her, drawing away from her, he was so sure that she’d wanted him.

“Not here, please.”

“Why?” His question whispered.

“Just in case we’re seen.” She pleaded.

“We won’t be seen here, love. The only way you can get to this cove is by boat, that’s why I chose it.”

“Oh, really. So you thought that a little sunshine and a private cove would have me dropping my knickers for you quicker than you could say ‘Sangria’.” She pushed him away from her, getting to her feet and paddling through the water away from him.

“Sophie,” he appealed to her better nature, he hoped. Catching up with her, he put his arms on her shoulders and stopped her. He turned her toward him, his thumb on her chin bringing her face up toward him. “Sophie, I’m sorry. I really thought you were ready.”

“I am. I’m sorry, Mack. I’m just not very comfortable, out here, in the open. You, seeing all my wobbly bits.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “so that’s what this is all about.”

“No, did you bring protection this time?” His eyebrows shot skyward, He’d learnt from his last experience with her and he wasn’t going to do that again. He fished in his zipped pocket and pulled out three packets. “Steady on, tiger.” She blushed at her own remark.

A hand went to her cheek, rubbing at the red glow. “Come on, I’ll race you back to the boat. I’ll cook and you can get showered and changed. Fair deal?”

She nodded, “Mack? I do want this to happen; I do want you to make love to me.”

“You just want it to be in the dark away from prying eyes.” She nodded again, “I’ll soon have you turned into a wanton hussy. When you can’t get enough of me, we’ll be having sex everywhere.” He kissed her forehead before running and diving into the waves, swimming for the boat. He stopped and turned back to her as she walked back through the surf. “By the way,” he called to her, “last one to the boat has to be the other’s sex slave.”

She laughed, knowing there was no way she was ever going to make it back before him with her meagre breast stroke. He waited for her, letting her swim past him and up to the boat. He followed behind her helping her get out of the water and into the boat. She watched him pull himself up onto the boat, the rippling muscles under his skin making her insides churn. “I do believe, Mr Mackintosh, you let me win.”

“Really, Miss Walker. I think you’ll find I got cramp in my leg and so you used that to your advantage. Besides,” he drew her to him, “I want our first time to be special, you set the rules and take charge, I am your humble servant.”

.oOo.

As the evening drew on and the dinner and wine were digested, Sophie could think of nothing else than to get Mack out of the dark navy shirt and black shorts he was wearing. They were sat above deck in each other’s arms, watching the moon twinkle against the sea, much as it had the first night they had met. “Do you remember our first meeting?” She asked.

“As if it were yesterday. You were rude to me.” She could feel him smile against her neck, before kissing the same spot and letting his lips linger there.

“You frightened me. And all I could think of was … Playboy.”

He pinched at her waist. “And what do you think of now? After being with me and seeing the real me?”

“Playboy!” She exclaimed, giggling as he tickled down the sides of her waist. She turned and looked at him, her thumb gliding down his cheek, both caught in the others longing gaze. “Lover.” She breathed out, standing in front of him and holding out her hand to him. He took it, following her into the depths of the boat. She let go of his hand as they reached the bottom of the steps and she walked through into the dark cabin, sitting on the edge of bed and looking at him with doe eyes.

He stood in the doorway, “what do you want me to do?”

She hadn’t done anything like this in such a long time that she wasn’t quite sure how to take the lead. “You’re my sex slave, right?” He nodded, smiling at her frankness. She could be bold when she wanted, and he liked that. “Then make love to me.”

“How?” He wasn’t going to make it easy for her, “what does my mistress want me to do?”

She leant over, grabbing his shirt tail and bringing him over to her, “I’m not good with things like this, Mack,” she said honestly, “just do what comes naturally.”

He crouched down in front of her, “Sophie, if this is going to work then we have to be honest with one other. Is this your first time?”

“No, why?” Tears sprang up in her eyes, tracking down her cheeks. He wiped them away.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, she shook her head the tears still falling, he grabbed at a box of tissues that sat on the shelving by his bed. He pulled out a couple from the box and began dabbing at the wet skin with them. “Then what happened?”

She thought back to Jacques, how he had made her believe that what he was doing was right. That it was a man’s right to be domineering and do exactly as he wanted to get his kicks. To make fun of the woman he was bedding if he so chose to. “Nothing,” she cried.

“This isn’t nothing. Tell me, please.”

“I had this boyfriend,” she started, “he wasn’t kind to me.”

“In what way?”

“In every way, he made me feel disgusted about myself. He’d have his fun and I’d feel so unclean. He told me I was fat as he lay on top of me,” she saw him wince, “and then I fell pregnant.”

“And he ran off into the sunset.” She nodded, ‘how could someone be so cruel,’ he thought, looking up into hurt filled eyes. “Sophie, he was a bastard,” she nodded again. “I would never do that.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” she sniffled.

“What happened to the baby?”

“I had a …” She let out a moan, he felt like his heart was going to break seeing her go through so much pain and anguish.

He sat on the bed next to her, his arms around her, her head pressed to his chest. “Go on?” He asked her.

“An abortion. I had an abortion. Do you hate me?”

“What for? Doing what you thought was best? No, I could never hate you for that. Besides, it sounds like what he was doing to you was tantamount to rape anyway.” She buried her head further, “it’s no wonder you’re the way you are.” He pushed her to sit up; his hands were on her shoulders. He looked deeply into her eyes, only showing her the utmost sincerity in his. “Sophie, I love you. There is nothing more I want than to make love to you and it will be the sweetest thing that you will have ever experienced. But you have to tell me you want that, I’m not going to push you and if we start and you want me stop, just tell me. I want you, for keeps lady,” he tried lightening the mood, she sniggered. That was a good sign. “And I will do anything in my power to see that that happens. Now, I’m gonna leave you to sleep, get yourself in bed and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He got up from the bed and walked towards the door. She grabbed at his hand, he turned back to her. Her eyes glazed, she still wanted him. “Mack, don’t go, please?” He shook his head; he felt she needed a little time on her own. She was dumbfounded, what was going on? She stood up in front of him and practically threw herself at him, “I want you, make love to me, Mack.” She kissed him; he felt the flames of desire begin to lick at him. His hands found her hips as she walked back to the bed, he walked with her.

He took a step back, “are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She said, stepping back to him and reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

His hands met hers pulling them away, “then we do this slowly and you follow my lead. Tell me if you like something, especially tell me when you don’t, but paramount to everything is your enjoyment. You have to be enjoying yourself for me to carry on, having fun with me is one thing but you must have pleasure and satisfaction from this too. Ok? And if you want me to stop?”

“I’ll tell you,” she smiled biting at her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want me to do?”

“Just do what you feel comfortable with and what comes naturally to you. And I’ll do the undressing, if you don’t mind, for tonight anyway.”

She nodded her acceptance as he plundered her mouth again. They stumbled back onto the bed both arriving on the mattress in fits of laughter. He took her face in his, kissing her again and again. Butterfly kisses arrived on her nose, her eyelids, her earlobes, along her chin. He took her top lip into his mouth and as he sucked she squealed with delight, feeling the desire building in her core. “I take it your enjoying this,” he murmured, continuing down toward the open neck of her blouse.

“Very much,” she let out, feeling him softly tug at the buttons, opening up the front and allowing the two sides to fall back to the bed. He motioned for her to move up the bed and she squirmed her way up so that her head met the pillows. He positioned himself so that one knee was between her legs, leaning over her torso and allowing his hands to skim over her ivory skin. His arms went around her and drew her up as he deftly pulled off the blouse and threw it behind him. It landed on the floor somewhere behind them as he allowed her to fall back onto the mattress. He undid the buttons of his own shirt and scraped it from his shoulders, scrunching it up and throwing it over his back to land somewhere close to hers.

His gaze grazed over her faultless skin, his soft hands began their assault once more as he covered every inch on view to him with his touch. She fidgeted against his velvet caresses, her hips bucking against his thigh. He couldn’t help but smile. “Wanton hussy? I think you will be.” He lent down tracing her collar bone with his loving kisses, his hands skimming around her full bust. She drew in her breath as he kissed down her sternum and landed at her cleavage. More kisses were placed over the swell of each breast and as he attended to one his hand began to cup the other, bringing the bud to a peak. He changed sides, wanting to slip his hand underneath the fabric and touch her growing arousal. She raised her chest to meet his hand. “Do you mind if I free these … wobbly bits?” He asked her.

“No,” her hands skimming over the silky skin of his back, she’d never imagined it could feel so soft and hair free. As was his chest, she marvelled at the sprinkling of downy hairs as she ran her hands over his chest, realising that her touch could bring his own nipples to arousal.

“Do you like that,” he watched her nod, her face in awe of what she’d been able to do to him.

“I feel like a complete amateur.”

“Sophie, darling, there is nothing amateurish with what you’re doing, believe me. Will you sit up for a second?” She nodded, using her hands to sit her up and balance against as she felt him expertly undo her bra. He held onto her, his strong arm holding her up toward him as he pulled the straps down and affectionately un-cupped her breasts from their covering. The underwear found its way to the pile as he laid her back down, surveying her breasts and delighting in them. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Although a meagre amount of moon light was filtering through the tiny portholes he still couldn’t quite see the colour of her nipples or how large they were. He knew that she wouldn’t thank him for turning on the lights and he had no control on how subtle that light should be either. He had an idea. “Back in a sec,” he got up form the bed, opened the door and went out into the galley.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he came back in carrying two saucers, two candles and a box of matches. “Left over from Katherine the Great,” he joked, “thought they might come in handy though, so it was probably the only thing of hers I didn’t throw away.”

“Katherine the Great?” She asked, her body feeling cold at his absence as she watched him secure the candles to the saucers and light them. She covered her breasts with her arms as the golden glow hit them.

He repositioned himself above her, “the ex-wife.” She nodded. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I was cold.”

“Remove them.” He ordered, his hands at her wrists, his face stern.

“No, not with the candles glowing.”

“You’ll remove them or I’m sleeping on the bench.” She shook her head like a stubborn child. “Alright then, if that’s what you want.” He got up again and headed for the door.

She sat up, realising that he meant what he’d said. She held herself up on her arms, her breasts hanging down voluptuously and swaying slightly with the pitching of the boat upon the water. “Mack, don’t go.” He looked back at her, in awe at the sight of her sitting with her assets on show. He sidled back to her taking up his position once more and wondering at the colour and size of her nipples. “Do you like them?” She asked timidly.

“Like them? My god, Sophie, they’re beautiful, you’re beautiful. I can’t believe how big they are,” she went to cover them again, but his hands caught her wrists and he held them out at each side of her head. “No, don’t you dare. I didn’t mean any disrespect, I just meant I’ve never seen large nipples like yours before,” she turned her head away. He took her arms above her head, one hand then holding onto both wrists. His other went to her face and brought her around to face him. “Stay looking at me and focused on me as I tell you how wonderful they are.” His hand reached down and cupped her breast; she closed her eyes at his touch. His fingers delicately traced the circle; it must have been nearly 2 inches in diameter. He drew in a breath as he watched her nipple peak again and saw her crane her head back as she enjoyed his caress. “I’ve never seen such a lovely colour before either,” he said, marvelling at the dusky rose. His mouth clamped over the nub, kissing it, sucking it, licking it with his tongue, each of his actions sending a shockwave around Sophie’s body as she gave way to his contact.

He let her wrists go, unable to keep his hands from her body as he began to crave more. Her hands stroked through his hair urging him onward. He knelt up again, reaching into his pocket for the condoms, looking back down at her all the while and being bowled over by the sight of her again. He placed his booty on the shelf and shrugged off his shorts as he stood up momentarily.

Her body writhed at the absence of him again and he went back to her, laying his full length over her and kissing her fully on the mouth. They moved against one another both becoming more aroused by the feel of the other’s skin against there’s. “Mack?” She breathed out, “I want more.”

“It’s coming, petal. Be patient.” He kissed her once more before tracing down her torso to the waistband of her skirt. He felt around for a zip and found it at her side, he loosened the button above and opened the zip working his way down her legs and tugging the hem of her skirt to release it from around her hips and onto the floor. “Thank you, God. Stockings.” He ran his hands up and down her covered legs, she shuddered. He climbed further down the bed, taking the shoes from her feet before crouching over her belly and laying a kiss over it.

“Don’t?” She asked without conviction, but placing her hands there all the same.

“Do I have to keep threatening you with walking away?” She shook her head as she let him remove her hands. “Sophie, this,” he bent down and kissed her again, “this is lovely, so you’re belly’s not flat. I personally feel that’s overrated. I like this, no, I love this.” He sank down, kissing and nipping at her flesh, his hands holding onto her hips before his fingers trailed over her waist and began dancing over the slight swell of her belly.

His hands sank lower stopping as they hit the top of the hold ups. He began on her right side, his fingers hooking underneath the sheer nylon and pushing them down over her thighs. She let out a sigh as she let herself go to him completely for the first time that night, allowing him to do the same to her left leg too. He sat up and looked over her again, both now only in their briefs. Her hands came up toward him and he met them with his own, “if you want me to stop, just tell me.” She nodded, pulling him down toward her, she leant up and upon meeting him, their mouths joined again, their tongues now enjoying their own happy dance.

They fell back against the bed, his hands finding their way down her skin, his fingers edging under the elastic of her knickers to start moving them down her legs. She complied by assisting him, raising her knees and pushing with her feet against the mattress raising her hips up to make his task easier. He peeled them from her body, first one leg then the other, allowing them to slip to the floor with everything else. He pushed himself away from her, gazing at her now completely naked body. “You really are beautiful, Sophie.” Her eyes lit up, for the first time ever she had taken one of his compliments and it made him feel good. His arousal twitched inside his pants, ‘soon,’ he thought, ‘don’t want to scare her now we’ve got this far.’

He slid down off the bed, kneeling on the floor, his hands travelling up to her hips and pulling her toward him. His head was between her thighs kissing them, whilst his hands stroked the flesh just above the triangle of downy hair. He traced a finger down the centre, “put your legs over my shoulders,” he asked her, continuing to apply his loving strokes over her outer labia. With her change in position she was now more open to him but he wanted more. He gently prised her outer lips apart, her inner lips and clitoris now on show, his breathing became ragged as he realised he needed her so badly. He kissed her lips, his tongue dipping in and out; he was surprised by her dripping wetness. He stroked her labia with his tongue finding her pleasure centre and caressing it. He put his lips around her clit, very gently suckling it feeling her respond to him, her body writhing, and her hips bucking.

He carried on his amorous onslaught allowing her to ride her passion and his tongue, as he continued to delve inside her. He could hear her wanting him, her mellow pleadings of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ as her body took up a rhythm that she could no longer control or want to. He knew she was near, he could feel the pull of her contractions against his tongue as she thrashed her arms and fists against the bed. Her body convulsed, her nectar flowed onto his tongue, she screamed out his name, “James!”

He quickly lent over her body, his arms round her as her rocking body began to slow down. She latched onto his twinkling eyes with her own, and she smiled. “Did you enjoy that?” He asked her.

“Yes, I’ve never felt anything like that before.” He looked at her quizzically. “A woman doesn’t have to orgasm to fall pregnant.” So she wasn’t completely naive.

“That was your first orgasm?”

She nodded, “I never thought it would be that good.”

“Oh, that’s just the starter; wait till you’ve had the main course.” She giggled up at him and he laughed along. “Do you want to know what the best thing about that was for me?” She nodded, pulling him closer to her, “hearing you scream my name, no one has ever done that before,” he whispered in her ear. She turned her head around to him, her lips meeting his, tasting herself upon them. He pulled back, “you sure you want me to kiss you?”

“Of course, it’s because of you that I feel exquisite, it’s because of you I taste like that,” she pointed to his lips, “I’m not bothered by it. I love you, James.”

He kissed her again, savouring her and the taste of her still in his mouth. In their mouths. “Right, you ready for seconds.”

“Bring it on,” she breathed out, helping him to remove his boxers. He couldn’t very well stop her, he’d taken his time with her and it was now her turn to enjoy everything about him.

He let her put her hands over his shaft allowing her smooth hands to slowly pump it up and down for a while. “Carry on like that and you won’t be getting any.” She reluctantly let go, allowing him to sit back so that he could sort himself out before they carried on. He reached over and plucked a packet from the shelf.

“Let me?” She asked.

“Do you know how?”

“No, you’re going to teach me.”

Visions of that day in the office when he’d spoken to KT popped into his head; he’d called Trudy in so that she could explain it to him. Although thinking about it, he realised Katherine would’ve done it for KT anyway, not that Mack had known that at the time. This was going to be more fun though. “Ok, open up the packet then,” he watched her as she pulled the condom from the wrapping sitting cross legged in front of him. He could feel the heat rise through his body as he centred his vision on her core.

“James?”

His eyes came back up to her face; his cock stood to attention and twitched from the sight of her in the candles golden glow. “Right, pinch the tip between your finger and your thumb with the roll upper most so that you’ll be able to roll it down.”

“Like this?”

He nodded, watching her as she leant forward and placed the condom over the head of his penis. She began rolling it down his shaft, he leant back on his hands his eyes closing to the gentle caresses of her fingertips over his skin. He pulled her to him, plundering a kiss from her and allowing her core to settle against his sheathed cock. Both teasing each other into a frenzy as they continued to kiss and allow their hands to roam the other’s skin. He reached down between them, slipping a finger inside her, “you’re so wet, climb on top of me.”

“What?” She asked.

“Climb on top of me, straddle me, ride me.”

“I’m sorry, Mack, I don’t understand.”

He sat, positioning himself with his back up against the bed head, pillows supporting his lower back and head. “Come here,” she crawled up his body, “stop there.” She did, “now position your vagina over my penis. That’s it,” he encouraged. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this. Ok, guide me into you.” Her hand went down to the tip of his shaft and she allowed his length to gently enter her canal. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she continued to move lower, “are you ok?” He asked.

She nodded, “yes, fine, just not used to this that’s all.”

“You’re doing fine; do you want more of me?”

“Yes.”

“Then open your knees up a bit, you’ll be able to take in more, bring your hips up and try again.” She did as he suggested, pulling herself up his shaft and sinking back down, taking in more of him, she soon found her rhythm and he was matching her thrust for thrust, her breasts bobbing about, her hands planted firmly on his chest, her eyes closed and mouth open as she rolled her head back to the feeling of fullness that he was creating within her. He put his hands around her elbows and pulled her body to ward him, her clitoris now gently rubbing against his pelvis as his penis now rubbed against her g-spot, nipples rubbing against nipples. “Oh, god, Sophie I want to spill my seed in you.”

“James, I’m coming, I … I’m coming. … James.” He felt her contractions again, pulling him along with her as her canal pulsated and constricted around his cock and her orgasm continued onward.

“I’m coming now, too. Sophie, argh.” He climaxed, knowing that his seed was safe but glad that she’d allowed him to stay within her just the same. She eventually climbed off him allowing him to quickly sort himself out in the bathroom before he was back by her side in bed. He pulled her to him, his hands in her hair combing through it, kissing her forehead, “did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, very much. I love you, James.”

“I love you, Sophie.” He held onto her naked body for fear of losing such a special person, pulling the covers around them to keep out the cold. When he noticed that Sophie had finally settled into sleep he was able to drift off too, just as the first signs of daylight began to show on the horizon.
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