by Sadie Grubor
There tear of cardboard sounding and I didn't move for a second. With the rustling of the wrapper I quickly rolled to my stomach. The anticipation for him to touch me, enter me, was growing too much for me. With the quick jerking movements he made, I braced myself for his thrust. However, what I felt surprised me. Lips moved across the back of my thigh and he pulled my hips up from the bed, spreading my knees wider apart. I waited for it to happen and whimpered when it didn't come.
Instead of immediately taking me, Collin's tongue slid up my inner thigh until he reached where I wanted him. His hands seized the flesh of my butt and spread me apart as his tongue slipped inside of me and then continued from my lower lips to my anus. As his tongue passed, I shivered at the surprising pleasure. Moaning loudly when his fingers entered me and began to pump. I could control myself from pushing back onto his fingers.
"Right there?" he panted. I could feel him positioning himself around my body.
"Yes, oh god, yes," I panted and pressed my hips downward on his fingers. I was so close and he could tell.
"Not yet," his fingers disappeared and I groaned with frustration.
"I want to feel you cum around me," he slid his cock inside me. I fisted the blankets.
Clutching my hips, his knees came between my thighs. The movements were long and purposeful. I could feel my body immediately want to give in and crash into my second oblivion. Then he changed his position.
Lowering me closer to the bed, he straddled my thigh. His left leg brushed against mine as he pushed it out further and thrust deeper, harder, into me. My grunts at the force of his moves sounded foreign to my ears. Heat coursed down my thighs, to the ends of my curling toes.
"Ahh…Oh…Shit…" I screamed. The mattress vigorously moved beneath me.
Releasing my hips, he grabbed my ankles and brought my heels to my ass.
"That's it baby." His words were breathy, his voice strained. The pumping quickly became erratic and harder.
"Sophia," he growled. Dropping my ankles, his palms hit the mattress on each side of me. Having reached his orgasmic finish line, his movements continued, but slowed.
Open mouth kisses to my shoulder, he kept moving inside of me. The motion was sending my overly sensitive center crazy. Once he softened, he withdrew and lay down next to me. I heard the removal of the condom and felt the length of his naked body against my right side. Our breathing started to synchronize.
"I hate those things," he growled and kissed my shoulder. Looking at him with a confused expression, he leaned down and kissed my brow. Pulling back, "I'd much rather feel you, skin to skin."
I blushed and buried my head into the bed. His hands slowly caressed my skin, over my back, the curve of my butt, and back up my spine. I shivered a couple of times from the light touches and he chuckled.
"You're getting cold." His hands stopped gliding around my skin and pulled away. He returned with a blanket from the bottom of the bed.
My body was too worn out to even think about moving from my stomach down diagonal position on the bed. The feel of Collin's warmth next to me only intensified my state of comfort.
The next morning I woke from the feeling of pressure on my shoulder. Stretching out I was immediately aware of my sore legs. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I realized I was not in the same position I fell asleep. I was on my right side, facing the bathroom. A quick glance to the clock on my side table told me it was almost six in the morning. Groaning with another stretch, I was so not ready to get up yet.
"Sorry," he whispered.
Collin's lips pressed against the same shoulder. Turning my head to the left, I was greeted with the sight of him. I tried to smile, but a yawn escaped. He laughed quietly. "I should go." His brow furrowed.
"Okay," I croaked out and turned my head back.
He reached around me and positioned me on my back. Grabbing at the blanket, I held it over my chest. He grinned right before dropping his head to rest between my breasts.
"I don't want to go." It was spoken softly, his arms snaking into a tight grip around me. "I rather prefer being in bed with you."
It felt like he was asking my permission to stay, rather than leave. My body screamed, 'Hell yeah, stay, and while you're here you could climb back between my legs again', while my head quickly interjected, 'Is he crazy? Victoria can't find you this way'.
I ran my hand through his hair. It was the only comfort I could give at the moment. My head was correct. Victoria couldn't find out about this way, and even if she did know, I still didn't think I would be comfortable with her finding us like this.
"I have to go, don't I?" He propped his head up, his chin resting on me again. I bit my lip and nodded lightly. He sighed heavily and pushed himself up from the bed.
He was still naked as he walked around the room picking up his clothes. There was no way I could not watch him, his body was amazing. Of course he caught me staring and grinned when he did. Once his clothing was collected, he walked back toward the bed and straddled my blanket covered body.
Slowly he pulled the blanket away from my chest. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up. He cocked an eyebrow at me.
"You just got to check me out, now it's my turn." One hard yank had my breasts exposed.
My eyes widened from the quick movement. He slipped off of me and pulled the blanket completely away. I was exposed and felt my body twitch in multiple places. His eyes moved up and down my body three times.
"Okay, that's enough." I sat up quickly, reaching for the blanket.
Faster than I thought possible, Collin grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He knelt before me, still naked. We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Finally, his eyes settled on my lips and he licked his lips before pressing them to mine.
His hands slid from my knees to my hips, and then smoothly made their way up my back. Collin's palms were flat against my skin, his left hand against my lower back, his fingers splayed out, and his right hand grasping my neck from behind, holding my face to his. I could feel his skin in contact with almost every inch of me. Grabbing his shoulders, I thrust my hips toward him. His left hand pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress.
Kissing him deeper, he moaned and pulled me to straddle his lap. The feeling of his erection against me sent me my body into a blur of passion frenzy. I reached up fisting his hair, pulling myself even closer to him. Collin lifted me at my hips and was about to impale me when a thought broke thru the passion.
"Stop," I panted. He froze. "Condom," I breathed out.
He growled, but reached for the condoms on the nightstand. Grabbing them from his hand, I ripped one from a package. The grin of amusement on his face from my behavior should embarrass me. It didn't. Slipping the latex onto him in one smooth motion, there was a thrust from his hips.
Lifting me again, I could feel the squeeze my ass to spread me open. I slid down him like a fireman on a pole. He wound his arms around me and held me to him. We sat with him inside me.
It became too much and I began to move. His head dropped to my shoulder with a loud moan. Firmly planting my feet to the floor, I guided myself up and down his length.
"Fuck, Sophia…I can't…I'm going to…"
Gently running my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face up to look at me. "Cum for me Collin," I whispered huskily and kissed him.
His grip tightened and his head tossed back when he released into the latex. A guttural moan escaped his mouth and into the room. Wrapping my legs around him, I rocked slowly until his breathing evened out.
He planted rapid kisses from my collarbone, up my neck, until he reached my mouth. Grabbing both sides of my face with his hands, he pulled back to look at me.
"You're amazing." His lips crashed to mine.
The rest of the morning was about the same. I showered, dressed, and Victoria was just waking when I got to her room. We headed to the kitchen for breakfast, and that was when it got a little…strange. Standing there, cursing the coffee
machine was Dr. Bishop.
"Awww, Daddy said a bad word," Victoria snickered and climbed onto a barstool. I walked to the refrigerator.
"Excuse me," he smiled at Victoria. "This damn err…darn thing isn't working."
I looked at the machine quickly and bit my tongue, but there was no holding back the snort. His eyes shot to me.
"Something funny Miss Ashwood?"
With the use of my last name and the cold tone, I straightened myself up and closed the refrigerator door. Biting my lip, I walked over to the machine, removing the coffee pot, filling it with water, and filling the back of the machine.
"Water helps." I fought the laugh and replaced the empty glass pot into the machine. With a flip of the switch it began percolating. Moving back to the fridge I pulled out eggs, bacon, butter, milk, and orange juice.
"You think that's funny don't you?" he growled into my ear as I walked toward the counter.
I set the items down and turned to look at him.
"Yep," I winked.
He seemed frozen in place for the moment, so I quickly turned back to the food and began breakfast.
The rest of the week passed by too quickly and soon I was preparing Victoria for her first supervised visitation. I had to fight back the tears threatening to slip out and swallow the large lump in my throat. The tears were for Victoria and the lump was because of my 'date' with Dr. Bishop.
The clearing of a throat got both Victoria's and my attention. Dr. Bishop stood in her doorway.
"Are you ready to go?"
Victoria shrugged with her head down. I hugged her and whispered into her ear.
"Remember the cell phone is in your backpack's hidden pocket." She nodded slightly. "If you need anything you just hit one and then talk. I programmed my number in there and will have my phone with me at all times."
Pulling back I kissed her forehead before walking with her to the front door. She hesitantly let go of my hand as Dr. Bishop opened the front door. Before he followed her, he turned around and looked at me.
"Dress casually." He grinned and his intense eyes stayed on me until the door closed. For a moment I stood staring at the door, and then my inner girlie girl emerged. I squealed and ran up the stairs to get ready.
Once in my room, I pulled my hair up and jumped into the shower to rinse off before dressing. After drying off and applying lotion, I moved to my closet and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a V-neck shirt. I slipped on my belt and walked to the bathroom to straighten my hair and apply a little make-up.
It was forty minutes later when I emerged from my bedroom and found Dr. Bishop sitting on the couch. He looked up from his laptop and smiled.
"Are you finally ready?" He stood from the couch.
I nodded. He approached and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hmmm…" He ran his nose along my jaw. "Can we just stay here?" he whispered as his lips met mine.
I pulled my head back. "Well, if you don't want to take me out I could work on my book."
"Okay, okay…we're going," he groaned, taking my hand and tugging me out the door.
We were in his sleek black car driving through Seattle and then pulled into a parking garage near the Pike Place Market. I smiled, I loved coming here.
"I hope this is alright." He shut off the engine and looked over at me.
"It's perfect." I smiled and opened my door.
I was climbing out when he appeared next to me with a scowl on his face.
"What?"
"I wish you would allow me to get the door for you," he growled lightly and shut my door. "Are men truly that ungentlemanly?" There was his cocked up lick-able eyebrow.
"Sorry," I murmured.
He offered me his arm and I slipped mine through.
"Just don't let it happen again." Dr. Bishop planted a kiss to the side of my head and led us out of the parking garage.
We walked down the street for a few minutes before entering one of the market places. The familiar stands were full of colorful fruits and vegetables. I loved coming here. I quickly grabbed a reusable shopping bag and started picking things out.
I had to let go of Collin's arm when I made my move, so he took it upon himself to follow me closely, keeping his hands on me as much as possible without getting in the way. Once, I turned around and bumped into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. That reminded me of my conversation with Connor.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me as we walked through the market place, him holding the half full bag.
"Nothing." I bit my lip and tried to avoid asking him what I really wanted to know.
"Sophia Daya Ashwood," His tone was slightly warning.
"Don't call me that." I gave him a look of annoyance. "How do you know my middle name?" He smirked and shrugged.
"Are you going to tell me?" He was quick to change the subject.
"I guess, I just, did you tell your father?"
He stopped walking. I stopped with him.
"Did he say something to you?"
"Not really, I mean it wasn't anything bad. He just said some things and I wanted to know—" I shrugged.
"What did he say to you?" There was the familiar coldness.
"What did you tell him?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"He, well Juliet and he both, had noticed some things, so he asked me about what I was doing."
"And..?" I urged with a wave of my hand.
"And…it seems my family, well, my father and Juliet, are very fond of you. He was simply ensuring I wasn't being ungentlemanly." He cleared his throat.
"Uh huh," I eyed him skeptically.
"We are blocking the walkway, come on." He grabbed my arm and walked me along beside him.
"Does he know that—"
"I didn't divulge anything, Sophia. He has assumed that since I don't seem to spend any time in my bed anymore that there is something going on, but I haven't given any details to our…activities."
"Okay," I basically whispered out.
"Let's go in here." Looking up, I saw the Market Grill sign.
We entered the eatery and sat down at a two person table. A petite college girl immediately appeared at the table for our order. Her eyes lingered on Dr. Bishop for a few long moments before she listed off the specials and handed us a small menu. She took our drink order and then left, giving us time to decide what to order.
"How often do you come to the market?" I sat the closed menu on the edge of the table. Dr. Bishop shifted in his seat.
"Not very often," he admitted, "but I assumed you would enjoy coming here." When I didn't say anything I saw him shift uncomfortably. "Am I incorrect?"
"Yes, I like it here." I smirked a little at him. "The clam chowder is good, so is the seafood stew."
"Which are you going to get?"
"The stew," I answered folding my arms onto the table and leaning on them.
"Then I'll get the chowder." He placed his menu down on mine and the waitress appeared instantly.
"Are you ready?" She set the glasses of ice water down on the table quickly and looked at Dr. Bishop eagerly.
I bit the side of my mouth while he placed the order for both of us. The waitress was quick to hurry off.
"I hope that was alright." I raised my brow questioningly. "That I ordered for you."
I shrugged and then half smiled. "Just don't let it happen again," I quoted him from earlier.
He smiled broadly. "You are quite the smartass, aren't you?"
"Well, we all need to have a talent." I shrugged.
"Hmm…I can think of other talents you have." He leaned forward, elbows to table. Those intense green eyes felt like they were penetrating my skin.
"Where did you learn such table talk?" I playfully scoffed, but then silence fell between us. I wanted to break it before it got uncomfortable.
"How was Victoria?" I asked in a low tone.
"She was nervous
and a little scared." He sighed heavily. "You know I wouldn't take her if I could get away with it?"
"I know. It's just hard to see her so nervous and upset."
His hand stretched out across the table in my direction, palm up. I placed my hand in his.
"You're wonderful with her."
I smiled small, glancing at the table and our hands
"I'm serious." He squeezed my hand.
Looking back to him, I was locked in that intense gaze. "I've watched her grow since you've been with her. She was always content, and I was fine with that, but now, well, now she has you."
"Well, she's a great little girl." I shrugged. "It's easy to love her."
"Hmm," he silently snorted.
"What?" My brow furrowed.
"Is it wrong to be jealous?" He gave me an amazing crooked grin.
Before I could answer, the waitress returned with our bowls, bread, and refilled our water glasses. Our hands separated and I placed my napkin in my lap. We ate silently for about five minutes.
"This is really good." He smiled at me over his spoon.
"I told you." I gave him a wink. "Try this." I lifted my spoon from my bowl and cupped my other hand underneath it extending it toward him. He leaned forward wrapping his mouth around my spoon.
"Mmmm…"
The instant moan slipped from his lips my thighs tingled. When he licked the remaining soup from his lip, I think my lady parts ate my underwear trying to get to him.
"That is really good, too."
We continued eating, falling into a comfortable silence. As I was finishing my chowder, I glanced up at him. He was sat back in his chair looking at me appraisingly.
"What?" I wiped my face praying I didn't have some glob on it.
"You are surprisingly easy."
I burst into laughter and covered my mouth quickly. He caught on a moment later.
"I swear that's not what I meant." He couldn't fight off his chuckle. It escaped his chest though he attempted to control it.
"Uh huh, sure you didn't," I teased him.
"What I meant," He took a breath to calm his laughter, "was that it's very simple to be with you."
"Thanks, I think."
He caught me off guard, sliding his chair back, pulling money from his pocket and tossing it onto the table. His hand was quickly extended for me to take, and I did.
