Sophia and Connor had been sitting together a while when he realized she’d dozed off. He squeezed her hand, feeling affectionate, and let her sleep. The sweet, innocent snuggling felt so at odds with the terrible events that had brought them together. He swore that this was her future, not the sickening one Seth had in mind.
Sophia groggily came awake as Kris finished preparing dinner, the smell of fresh rolls, ham, and sweet potatoes making her stomach growl. The increasingly familiar scent of Connor stirred her arousal and she snuggled her nose against his shoulder, peeping up through her lashes to see him smiling into her eyes. She almost wondered if she was still dreaming. She felt surprisingly refreshed and could get used to all of this pretty quickly.
“Hi,” he quietly said.
“Hi,” she replied. With one hand, she squeezed his warm thigh, where the blond hairs tickled her fingers. She slid her hand up, touching the soft bulge under the shorts as if by accident before settling her hand on his belly, her eyes going to his lips. Connor’s pulse raced and he leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. She leaned up into his mouth and their lips tenderly but firmly pressed together. A sense of well-being and comfort radiated throughout their bodies down to their toes, which wiggled involuntarily as if luxuriating in pleasure. Neither heard Kris’s discreet coughing to get their attention, much less her calling them to eat.
Eventually, before the food got too cold, they joined Riley and Kris for a slow dinner. His Harley and her car sat out front to get the point across to any passersby that Sophia and Connor were not alone, if Seth figured out Sophia was here. The siblings would be staying the night. The Marine had done a perimeter sweep outside, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
Sophia’s age had been revealed to the Kendalls at the police station but none of them cared and let her drink the white wine they were having. She seemed responsible enough, and if she was old enough for the crap she’d endured the last day, she was old enough to have earned a drink or two. Kris and Riley kept up a steady stream of stories about Connor, some embarrassing, others funny, but most painting an endearing picture. Then they watched The Princess Bride, Connor and Sophia feeding each other popcorn and feeling like they were on a chaperoned date but not minding. The simple pleasures that evening were a nice change from the heavy emotions of the day. With the movie over, they set the alarm and went upstairs for bed, Riley and Kris taking rooms at the other end of the house from theirs, after Riley left Sophia’s suitcases in the hall.
When Connor brought Sophia and her belongings to the hall’s end, his bedroom on one side, hers on the other, she stopped and looked at him. “Where should we put my things?”
Catching her meaning, Connor’s breath stuck in his throat, but he said only, “Wherever you’re most comfortable.”
“Well, I’m definitely the most comfortable with you, and I wouldn’t want to wake you up after an hour or so again tonight, just to protect me.”
A number of responses went through his head, but what he said was, “Maybe you should sleep with me tonight.”
“Maybe I should.” With a wink, she headed into his room. Connor followed, feeling light-headed as he closed the door behind them. He placed her bags in one corner, wishing he could ask her to unload them into a drawer, as if she was staying for good.
“Well, Connor,” she began with a smile, “I’ve been trying to get you to myself all day.”
“Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
“What are my options?”
“Whatever you want,” he said earnestly.
“Really?”
He approached, taking her chin in one hand and tilted her face up to him. “Whatever you want.”
She put her arms up around his neck, running fingers through his hair. “What I want is for you to sleep beside me all night. In your bed. Like you did this morning. But, I don’t want you to try anything. Well, I do, but…”
Sophia laughed a little, as did Connor before he let out a slow breath, his heart pumping loudly in his ears. “As you wish,” he said, quoting the dashing pirate Westley from The Princess Bride. She’d always loved that character for his charm, loyalty, and bravery.
She beamed at him. “Okay, one more thing. No more flirting like that until tomorrow or I will tear your clothes off myself.”
“Not much incentive! Then you can’t flirt either or I will not be responsible for my behavior!”
“Fair enough.” Grinning, she knelt by her suitcase and felt a rush of pleasure at her next words. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.”
“No lingerie, either.”
She winked and disappeared into the bathroom for thirty minutes, making him wonder what she was doing in there, but a girl’s gotta get ready to spend the night with the man of her dreams. She took a quick shower to shave her legs and maybe something else. Then she spread lotion all over, dabbed perfume on several places, and donned a pink sleep shirt that buttoned down the front and reached her knees. That was far enough to prevent any accidental reveals, as she wore nothing under it.
She exited the bathroom to find him sitting up in bed, wearing only shorts, a soft glowing from the light in the ceiling fan glinting in the blond hairs scattered across his bronze skin.
“Are you ready for me?” she asked.
He pulled back the sheets and patted them, eyes bulging at the form-fitting cloth stretched across her hips and proud breasts, but he quickly looked away. She got in beside him, pulling the thin sheet up to her waist before scooting close, wanting to kiss his bare shoulder but settling for running her fingers through his hair. The kiss might heat things up when she didn’t want that yet.
He closed his eyes and murmured, “I wouldn’t keep doing that if I were you.”
“I know. Sorry.” She pulled her hand away.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop apologizing?”
“Sorry!”
She lay down while he used a remote to turn off the light, leaving the room full of bright moonlight streaming in through the open drapes. Connor rolled toward her and she turned away into spoon position. He put one hand on her hip until she pulled the arm around her, pressing back into him. Squeezing her close, he kept his crotch away from her backside on purpose and put his nose against the nape of her neck, her damp red hair in his nostrils. They said nothing, recapturing the sweetness of her earlier nap, and before long they drifted off to sleep.
As the night wore on, positions changed as they always do, but at no time were Sophia and Connor not touching, though the king size bed provided plenty of room. Guards dropped, affections rose, and trust deepened. And Connor kept his promise, as Sophia kept hers, though neither could resist sometimes kissing the other’s shoulder, or an innocent caress. Long before the sun rose to surround them in golden light, she concluded this was the most romantic experience she would ever have. When she finally opened her eyes, she found that Connor lay facing her, nose to nose, his arm around her, soft brown eyes smiling into hers. She pressed her lips into his and he kissed back, both of them with eyes open.
Then Sophia stopped and whispered, “I release you from your promise not to try something.”
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He smiled brighter than a thousand suns and gently pushed her onto her back, one arm encircling her, his succulent lips on hers. A rush of pleasure caused moisture to gather between her folds. His cock swelled against the waistband of his shorts. She arched her breasts up into his chest, one hand snaking around his back and up into his hair. The other hand reached for his firm ass, giving him a hungry squeeze there.
Connor responded by tightening his grip, his tongue delving into her hot mouth to find her tongue, which enthusiastically greeted his like a conquering hero come home. Their tongues swirled around each other, teasing, grappling, and luxuriating, moans and gasps erupting into each other’s mouths. Connor reached behind her knee to caress her sensitive ha
mstring. As he slid toward her lush bottom, she lifted her legs to give him access. The first touch of his hand on her nubile rear sent a jolt of arousal to her pussy. He squeezed. Another spasm. Once more. A surge. She began to tremble, wrapping her leg around him.
His firm, sure hand came to her clothed belly, then over her ribs to cup her heavy globes, which ached with need as Connor teased her erect nipples. The hard peaks jabbed into his palm through the cotton. When he finally pinched one, she gasped, a flood of arousal soaking her pussy.
Connor’s warm lips sought her neck while one hand furiously undid the buttons of her shirt, starting at the top. She thrust both hands through his hair, tongue plunging into his ear. His lips followed the bared flesh downward as he opened her shirt, his tongue sliding into her cleavage and staying there. She shuddered at the feel of Connor’s tongue there. As he cupped her bare tits, she arched her back to offer them. His tongue moved toward her nipple, sending a trail of liquid fire across her skin, the areola crinkling to the point of pain.
Sophia slipped a hand inside his waistband to find his warm, hard dick straining into her eager hand. Delight filled her, curiosity soaring about his cock, especially when he moaned in appreciation of her grip as it tightened lovingly. Possessively. A thrilled purr escaped her. She had him now.
His groan disappeared around the mouthful of breast he sucked in, his hot, wet mouth engulfing her, tongue flattened against her stiffened nipple. Connor’s free hand expertly undid the remaining buttons of her shirt until he’d fully opened her like a flower. Her legs were still tightly pressed together. She felt gloriously nude, a little shy, but more comfortable than she would’ve imagined. He lifted up on one elbow to gaze down at her, eyes roving to her breasts, the patch of fire above her pussy, and the matching red flame fanned out around her head on his pillow.
The look of lust in Connor’s hot brown eyes made her tremble. A sex flush had reddened his face and chest.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“I’m all yours,” she purred, squeezing his manhood.
With a wild cry, he plunged his tongue back into her mouth, one hand brushing her inner thigh as she spread her legs. His fingers discovered that she’d shaved her pussy except for a small triangular patch above it. He grunted in surprise and hunger, eyes flashing open to see her eyes half-closed, as if mesmerized. His fingers parted her wet folds, making her eyes roll back in her head.
She was dripping wet, her crotch pushing up into his hand. Taking his cue, he slipped first one and then another finger inside her vagina. She was tight but quickly expanded in expectation of his manhood. The thought was too much and he pulled up suddenly, kneeling as he yanked his shorts down around his knees. While she opened her eyes and looked on hungrily, his cock sprang free and proud in the morning air, as if crowing like a rooster. Another jerk and he was naked, his lustful gaze on Sophia.
She lay staring at the beauty before her – a long, thick, circumcised penis throbbing with Connor’s heartbeats, neatly trimmed pubic hair framing it. Golden hair framed it like a treasure at the end of a rainbow. His balls hung heavy and full, one lower than the other, both begging to be cupped. She reached over to cradle them, wanting his seed inside her. Deep inside her.
She sat up for a better look and whispered in amazement, “My God, Connor. What have you been feeding this thing?”
He put one finger under her chin to raise her face to him. “Dreams of you.”
A deep flush coursed through her, both nipples aching, her pussy throbbing with need. She surrendered and flung herself back into the pillow, spreading her legs and arms wide. His lungs heaved as he climbed between her legs. Then he hesitated.
“Do you want a condom?” he asked. “I’m safe.”
“So am I. And on the pill.”
“You’re sure?”
Sophia nodded. “I’ve never done it without one but I want to with you.”
He smiled. “I’ve never done it without one either.”
“Perfect.”
Connor wrapped his arms around Sophia, whose legs and arms already encircled him, her feet in the air behind his back. His cock brushed against her swollen folds, as a sigh of anticipation escaped her. She tenderly pressed her mouth to his, feeling like her entire body had become one erogenous zone. His tongue slid between her lips at the same time that his cock parted her damp folds to smoothly slide into her. Radiant joy lifted Sophia, the moist heat of her pussy enveloping his cock’s head. She burned like a furnace.
Connor slowly slid his cock’s head inside and held still, reveling in the moment. Then he pulled out to a cry of disappointment from Sophia. He quickly thrust it back in. Then back out as her nails dug into his shoulders. When he next entered her, he slid a little farther in, then pulled back so only the engorged head was inside. A dozen times he tortured her this way before claiming another silky inch of her. His cock felt every undulation of reacting muscles. Her pussy rippled slowly, gripping him tightly. The anticipation of Connor fully entering and claiming her drove her wild, teeth biting his shoulder as she rocked her hips to pull more of Connor inside her. His gently swaying balls brushed against her ass once, twice, three times.
She began to tremble, sensing her imminent, utter surrender. A trace of fear made her resist just enough to push against him feebly, not fighting his penetration, but as if to pretend she hadn’t already surrendered. The involuntary gesture only made her realize she couldn’t stop this now if she wanted to, the thought of her impending submission sending jolts of pleasure through her pussy, which squeezed him. They moaned together.
And then Connor suddenly thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt, his balls coming to rest against her ass, his pubic mound pressed hard enough into hers to stimulate her clit, and his cock filling every last crevice of her expanding vagina. She shuddered in ecstasy, deeply aware that she was as nude as it was humanly possible to be, nothing between her and Connor as they deeply intertwined hearts and bodies. A desperate, tender cry escaped her. She had been claimed.
By an honorable, courageous man. A funny, kind man. A man with beautiful eyes, a firm touch, and a gentle kiss. By a gorgeous hunk of male flesh with a big heart. By a man she admired, sought, wanted, and happily gave herself to. By a man who made her so proud to be his that she nearly wept to feel him all the way in her. She felt herself react to him from head to toe, body to soul, heart to mind.
She began to writhe against him, her nipples aching, her pussy bursting with heat and wetness, her breath hot in his mouth as their tongues caressed each other. Deep in her loins, a fire grew. The knowledge that she was about to cum in Connor’s embrace drove her over the edge. Caught between fighting it and surrender, she bucked wildly, nails scratching down his back. And then a deep and powerful orgasm ripped through her, ecstasy shooting through her whole body, which clutched him desperately. She cried out as if in pain and lost herself.
Feeling Sophia lose control beneath him, Connor shuddered and held on for dear life. She was so sweet, so loving, so everything he wanted, and she’d turned into a lust-filled beast that thrilled him. Her pussy clutched him again and again. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls tightened as lightning bolts of pleasure raced down his scalp, up his fingers and toes, around his anus, and finally out his cock as a huge orgasm shattered his restraint.
Sophia grinned as Connor erupted. She’d claimed him, as he’d claimed her. His manhood pulsed inside her, his hot seed filling her eager womb.
“Mine,” she whispered, clutching him. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.”
“Oh Sophia,” he moaned, collapsing onto her in agreement. He was home.
They lay trembling together for a time before he lifted up to look at her. For a moment, she was afraid to look into his eyes for fear of what she’d see, but a glance revealed an adoring gaze that captured hers. He’d accepted her despite that animal display she’d just put on. Maybe even because of it. She bit her lip and then caressed his cheek lovingly,
feeling safe, secure, and loved. And happier than she’d thought possible. Sophia closed her eyes and kissed Connor gently, wanting to doze in his embrace.
And all the while, neither had any idea someone was watching them.
Chapter 9 – Voyeur
When Jess climbed out of the tent she’d spent the night in with Seth, it was only to find him slumped on his lookout rock, the telescope in his lap, and his grimy face in both hands, which were wringing his matted hair. He needed a shower, which became more obvious as she neared him and caught a whiff. Sniffing her own armpit, she concluded that she needed one, too. She sat down beside him, using a tender tone as she gently put one hand on his arm.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
He stopped what he was doing and slowly looked up at her, seeming near to tears. “He defiled her.”
Jess’ eyebrows bunched together. “He what?”
“He defiled her.”
“Yeah, I heard you. I just don’t know—”
“He fucked her!” Seth screamed, glaring at her. “He fucked her, you stupid bitch! Don’t you know anything?” He got up and started pacing, lungs heaving, eyes flashing, his fists clenching and unclenching.
A wave of anger, humiliation, and heat washed over Jess, her mind racing from one realization to the next. Seth had watched Connor and Sophia have sex. Seth was hurt by what he’d seen. And yet he wasn’t the least bit bothered when Jess had sex with Mark, and he was the one who made her do it. Seth loved someone who wouldn’t give him the time of day while Jess gave him everything she had, only to get contempt in return. Seth didn’t value her at all. He was a fucking asshole. Cruel. Thoughtless. Insensitive. Unappreciative. Manipulative. The list went on and on.
Emotions hurtled through her like bullets straight to the heart. Envy. She wished she’d seen that beautiful Connor naked and fucking someone. The thought of picking up the telescope for a peek thrilled her but left her resenting Seth; if she’d gotten the chance, watching Sophia fuck Connor from a distance would’ve been the closest she’d ever get to seeing a man like that bare. Jealousy. From what she’d seen through the telescope last evening, Connor and Sophia seemed to care about each other. Fury. Her kindness to Seth had been met with scorn. Outrage. Insecurity. Indignation. She felt worthless. And a sudden desire to just start screaming.
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