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When he moved faster and slid his hands under my ass, the angle changed—and I exploded. Grabbing the bed sheets, I cried out, my body arching with the pleasure of my release.
“Sophia!” Josh gasped as he thrust faster and harder inside of me. The moment was beautiful, and I felt my emotions taking over. I was his first…and I knew with my heart of hearts, I was absolutely going to be his last.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JOSH
Never in a million years had I imagined it would be likethis. Slowly slipping into Sophia was like entering what I could only imagine was heaven on Earth. I was never so happy to know I was right. She was the woman I’d been waiting for—my first and last.
“Sophia,” I whispered, my body rocking slowly, but the need to move faster nearly killed me. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t last long, and I was hell-bent on making her come with me inside her. When I looked down, Sophia’s dark hair was scattered over the pillow, her eyes dark with desire, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming.
I moved my hands under her, tilting her body in a way that nearly had me rolling my eyes to the back of my head. I was even deeper inside her now.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop what you’re doing!” Sophia said, right before she came again. The feel of her squeezing around me was my undoing. I wanted to make sure it was good for her, but I was already on the edge.
When she came, I lost all control, thrusting faster and harder, until the strongest orgasm of my life hit me, and I cried out her name. When I finally slowed, I held my weight off her byresting on my elbows. We both drew in fast gasps of air as my sweat-covered body shivered in the suddenly chilled room.
“Oh my goodness,” Sophia said softly, her fingers moving lightly over my back as her ankles stayed locked around my legs, keeping me in place. Which was okay, because I would stay there like that forever if I could.
“How…was…that?” I asked between breaths.
Smiling up at me, she slowly shook her head and said, “Perfect. Beautiful.”
Leaning down, I kissed her, relishing the knowledge that this amazing, beautiful, intelligent, kind woman was mine. Now and forever.
The sound of beeping had us both pulling away from the kiss.
“The lasagna,” we said in unison.
“Shit.” I slowly pulled out of her, letting out a low moan as I did so. I instantly missed her warmth.
When I rolled off of her, Sophia stretched in the bed and smiled. “I feel amazing!”
“Wait there, I’ll be right back,” I said as I went to the bathroom. After quickly cleaning myself, I ran hot water over a washcloth and returned to Sophia. “Spread your legs for me.” Her eyes were shut, and she groaned when I placed the cloth between her legs. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes. What I wouldn’t give to take a hot bath.” Opening one eye, she peeked at me. “With you, of course.”
“I have bread to warm up. If you want to take a quick bath, you can.”
She stretched once more and sat up. My eyes took in her body, and I wished I didn’t have to deal with the damn food, because I wanted to crawl right back into that bed.
“No, we need to get dressed,” she sighed.
We both got dressed and made our way into the kitchen. Sophia started to load the dishwasher while I removed thelasagna, put the bread from Grams in the oven, and took out the salad I’d made earlier.
“Wow, how are you cleaning up so fast?” I asked.
Sophia laughed and shrugged. “What else do you need me to do? I can’t load any more dishes until this load is finished.”
“Want to set the table? We’ll need bowls for the salad.”
“Got it.”
When all the food was ready, Sophia sliced the bread while I dished out some lasagna and brought our plates to the table. The salad was in the middle already, with a few bottles of dressing Sophia must have found in my fridge.
“Oh, wait!” I said, rushing back to the refrigerator. “Fresh parmesan cheese.”
“Yummy!”