She tiptoed back into the bedroom and closed the door softly.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, gesturing toward the nursery.
“She’ll be fine,” Sophie said. “Besides, I’m looking forward to that massage you promised me.”
“Well, come here.” I patted the bed beside me.
Sophie sauntered over to me, walking slowly and making sure to swing her hips from side to side. The grin on her face told me she was teasing me. I shook my head and sighed as she laid down on her stomach, and I once again found myself staring at her ass.
I sat up slowly and ran my hands up Sophie’s back. I barely pressed down at first, and still, Sophie exhaled with pleasure. There were so many knots throughout her back that it was a miracle she ever got out of bed.
“You’re so tense, baby,” I said.
“Tell me about it.” Sophie’s voice was muffled as I pressed harder on her back, working my fingers through her tight muscles one at a time.
Sophie moaned, and I felt my pants grow tight. All it took was touching her for me to become excited, but those moans were almost more than I could take.
I slid my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back. She moaned louder than before and wiggled beneath my fingers. I dug them into her back, making her groan and arch her back with pleasure.
Her shoulders were already more relaxed, and the longer I rubbed, the more she wiggled. After a few more minutes, I knew I wasn’t the only one who was excited.
Sophie rolled over onto her back, lifting her shirt over her head as she did so. She stared up at me, blinking innocently in nothing but a bra and her pants.
“What else?” I asked, gazing down at her body.
“My legs,” Sophie said softly.
I undid her pants and pulled them gently off her legs. She groaned the second my fingers touched her skin. I ran my hands down her thighs, then her calves. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her chest lifted as I massaged the muscles on her thighs.
My eyes roamed freely over her body while I massaged her. My pants were tighter than ever, and from the look on Sophie’s face, she felt the sexual tension just as strongly as I did. Her body writhed as I dug my fingers into her skin.
When my hands grazed her panties, she moaned, and her eyes flew open. The second she looked at me, I knew it was over. There was no way I could control myself for another second.
I leaned forward, pressing my body carefully on top of hers, and kissed her slowly. Sophie’s hands flew to the back of my head as our tongues danced. She moaned and I growled as our bodies began to rock together in unison.
In seconds, I was rock-hard and desperate for more.
Sophie
Andrew’s body was hot against mine. Our lips clashed against each other with a desperation that spread throughout my entire body. I trembled beneath him and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to me.
His hands roamed freely over my body as we kissed. He caressed my legs, digging his fingers firmly into the muscles of my thighs. I moaned and arched my back. I wanted to be as close to him as possible.
During the massage, I could think of only one thing. This. Being with Andrew without any interruptions. Kissing him into the wee hours of the morning, letting our naked and sweaty bodies become one, the way only we could. These were the moments I lived for, the moments when all the stress melted away and I lived entirely in the moment.
“This is what I needed,” I gasped as Andrew moved his lips to my neck.
“This?” Andrew asked, licking the sensitive skin just below my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed heavily.
“This?” he asked again, sliding his tongue to my earlobe.
“God, yes,” I moaned as Andrew bit down on my ear.
He nibbled my skin before moving down my body. His tongue slid over every inch of my skin, sending shivers of pleasure cascading down my spine.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and gave myself over to him. I’d spent all day just trying to find a way to relax when all I needed was Andrew. Andrew’s lips, his arms, his fingers, his body. His hot breath against my skin, his sweet scent wafting through the air around us.
“I love you,” I said as Andrew’s lips found my stomach.
“I love you more.”
He lifted me gently off the bed and unhooked my bra, releasing my throbbing tits. Nursing Nina did wonders for my cup size, and Andrew loved it. He’d become obsessed with my chest, always staring and wanting to massage me whenever he could.
He wasted no time attacking my tits mercilessly. He nibbled my nipples and kissed me gently, growling against my skin and making my panties pool with desire.
“Come here,” I said roughly.
I pushed Andrew off me and stood on my knees. Andrew was still fully dressed, and I couldn’t stand it for another second. The cloth that separated us felt like a strange villain preventing me from having what I truly wanted.
I tore at Andrew’s clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. When he was naked, he lunged forward and tackled me to the bed. I giggled and wrapped my arms around him, raking my nails down his back and making a deep growl escape from his chest.
Andrew’s hands moved down my body, stroking me softly as he slid my panties off my body. Finally, there was nothing separating us. Nothing keeping us apart.
I moaned and held him tighter. He didn’t have to be inside me for me to feel him. His presence surrounded me. Everything else melted away. The wedding disappeared from my mind. My day with Kaddy faded into a distant memory. Even Nina became a thought in the back of my head as Andrew kissed me deeply and stroked my throbbing clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and arched my back, breaking from the kiss and inhaling sharply.
“You like that?” Andrew asked seductively. “Tell me how much.”
“Yes,” I moaned again and writhed as Andrew rubbed my clit faster and faster. “So much. God. Yes. Andrew!”
He ran his fingers harder over my clit, moving faster than ever and watching me with wide, needy eyes. My own eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure began to course through my veins. I could feel it in my toes, and I knew I was close.
“Andrew,” I breathed. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
“Never,” Andrew promised, picking up speed even more.
I cried out his name, then bit my lip to silence myself. If Nina woke up, our night would end. I couldn’t let that happen. I turned my head to the side and bit down on the bedsheets, moaning and writhing while Andrew brought me closer and closer to the brink.
“Come for me,” Andrew said softly. “Come for me, baby.”
He pulled his fingers away from me for a split second. I whined in protest, but then he buried his face between my legs, and I lost it. His tongue lashed against my clit, and I felt a rush of wetness soak the sheet beneath me. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
I came so hard that my thighs clamped themselves around Andrew’s face, holding him there while I shook and trembled. Andrew continued to trail his tongue lightly over my sensitive skin. He turned his head and placed gentle kisses along the inside of my thighs. I sighed and released him, collapsing onto the bed.
“Come here,” Andrew said, crawling back up my body to press his lips to mine.
We kissed for a long time while my body came down from the orgasm. Pleasure still rocked through me, making me jerk and shake whenever Andrew’s hard cock grazed my folds. He smiled against my lips, enjoying how easily he could make me come.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Andrew said. “God, how did I get this lucky?”
“I told you,” I said weakly. “Indentured servitude.”
Andrew growled and spread my legs roughly. He couldn’t control himself any longer, and I didn’t want him to. For the first time in a week, my mind was clear. My brain had slowed down long enough to let my body take control. For the first time in a week, I felt like myself again.
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Andrew wrapped his arms around my back and lifted me easily off the bed. He settled backward on his feet, tucking my legs around his waist and rubbing my sopping wet folds against his dick.
“Oh shit,” Andrew said. “You’re so wet.”
“You have that effect on me,” I said, already feeling renewed waves of pleasure.
Andrew lowered me onto him, sliding deep inside of me and making me gasp. He held onto my ass while I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I kissed him slowly, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth while I slowly began to move up and down.
Andrew’s hands gripped my ass tightly, making me moan as he bounced me harder against his cock. He thrusted his hips upward while I shoved myself down, forcing him deep inside of me and making us both tremble with need and desperation.
Within seconds, I was panting. My head fell back, and Andrew attacked my neck and tits, licking and sucking me into oblivion. I could barely feel where his body ended and mine began. He was everywhere. Inside me. All around me. Nothing existed but the deep feeling of ecstasy that was brewing deep inside my stomach.
Andrew flipped me onto my back and fucked me harder than he ever had. I watched something flash in his eyes, a desperate hunger unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He was a wild animal in that moment, and my body loved it. I came fast and hard, crying out Andrew’s name without a care in the world.
“Sophie,” Andrew breathed. “Fuck, Sophie.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”
Andrew’s body moved seamlessly with mine. He melted into me while we continued to rock back and forth. His cock was throbbing inside of me, making my orgasm linger longer than ever. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, Andrew’s own orgasm took hold of him.
“Fuck!” he growled and threw himself forward with two more hard thrusts.
I felt him release deep inside of me as I held onto his back. My nails dug so hard into his skin that I thought I might draw blood, but Andrew didn’t seem to mind. He kept himself poised above me while he panted and shook, sweat dripping off his shoulders.
“I love you,” I said.
Andrew growled again and kissed my lips with a frantic need. We held each other for a while, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Eventually, we had no choice. My muscles were aching, and I knew Andrew’s strength was all but gone.
He rolled off me and plopped himself onto the bed with a groan. I followed behind him, resting my head on his chest just as I did every time we finished making love.
Andrew’s arm flew around my shoulders, and his lips found the top of my head. He played with my hair slowly while our breathing returned to normal. I could hear his heart pounding heavily against my ear, but I didn’t move. It was the best sound in the world, the sound that kept me going when life became too much to handle.
As I laid on Andrew’s arm, I realized exactly what I needed. It wasn’t a day out with Kaddy. It wasn’t time alone with my daughter. It wasn’t even an amazing romp in the sheets with Andrew. It was just this. Just him. Just the blissful peace I found when I was in his arms. Nothing else could soothe me like Andrew’s presence.
His strong arms held me close, and soon, I could hear him begin to drift off to sleep.
I sighed and pulled away from him, not wanting to disturb him but also not quite ready to go to bed.
“Where are you going?” Andrew asked weakly. “Come back.”
“I was just thinking,” I said.
“About what?” Andrew asked. He sat up quickly and blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
“The wedding,” I said.
“What about it?” Andrew asked, worry creasing his face.
“I don’t care about it anymore,” I said honestly. “The venue. The flowers. Finding the perfect cake. Picking out a dress that’s both traditional and me. None of it matters. God, even the guest list bores me to tears. I absolutely hate the idea of devoting another six months of my life to planning this thing.”
“Then, what do you want?” Andrew asked.
“To be your wife,” I said simply. “Honestly, that’s the only thing I care about anymore. Andrew, I just want you. You and Nina. Our family. That’s enough for me.”
“And that’s why I love you,” Andrew said. “You’re the least materialistic woman I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said with a laugh.
“Come here,” Andrew said. He laid back against the pillows and opened his arms for me.
I sighed and fell against him, letting him wrap me in his embrace. Within seconds, I was relaxed and peaceful again.
“Is that really all you want?” Andrew asked. “To marry me?”
“I don’t care how,” I said. “We could get married in a courthouse or in a bathroom. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want our family to be official. I want to be Mrs. Hopper. I want to be yours.”
“You’ll always be mine,” Andrew said simply.
I smiled and sank into him. He kissed my head and held me close. The sound of his breathing filled my ears, and soon, our chests were rising and falling in sync. My body was tangled around Andrew’s, and my eyes felt heavy. I knew sleep wasn’t far off.
“Just sleep,” Andrew whispered. “You need to rest. Really rest. Everything else can wait. The wedding. The plans. Even Nina. It can all wait until the morning. All that matters right now is you and me. Just us, Sophie. Just us.”
I smiled and kissed Andrew’s naked chest. He felt amazing lying there beneath me. The warmth from his body filled every inch of my body, and before I knew it, my eyes had fallen shut. I didn’t know if the moment lasted all night or if it simply drifted into my dreams, but Andrew was the only thing on my mind all night.
Andrew
It was still early when Sophie fell asleep. Her eyes closed, and soft snores echoed through our bedroom. I wanted to wake her, since it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet, but I thought better of it. If anyone needed a little extra rest, it was Sophie.
I gently rolled her away from me and got to my feet. My eyes never left Sophie’s face as I got dressed and tiptoed into Nina’s nursery. She was sleeping soundly in her crib, her eyelids fluttering as she dreamed. I smiled down at her and leaned against the crib railing. My mind was full after my talk with Sophie, and as I watched our daughter sleep, I realized what I needed to do.
Liam was still in the kitchen when I arrived. He was wiping the counters as I sank onto a chair and cleared my throat.
“Mr. Andrew,” Liam said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “What are you doing up? I thought you and Miss Sophie had gone to bed.”
“We did,” I said. “Sophie and Nina are asleep, but I’m wide awake.”
“What’s on your mind?” Liam asked. He tossed the rag into the kitchen sink and came over to join me at the table.
“Sophie and I were talking tonight,” I said. “All this wedding stuff is really starting to wear her down.”
“I thought you took care of that this afternoon,” Liam said with a frown.
“I booked the venue,” I said. “But there’s still the flowers and the cake. The place settings and the caterers. There’s a million things left to do, and Sophie just doesn’t want to handle it all. Honestly, I can’t say I blame her.”
“Neither can I,” Liam said. “From everything I’ve heard, weddings are horrible to plan.”
“It’s terrible,” I said. “And other than just doing it for her, I can only see one option.”
“What’s that?” Liam asked.
I shook my head. “It’s going to sound crazy, but Sophie told me tonight that she doesn’t care about the big wedding anymore. She said she used to want the whole thing, you know? That she always imagined herself having a huge wedding with her family and friends, but now…”
“That’s not what she wants anymore?” Liam asked.
I shook my head. “She said she doesn’t care about that anymore,” I said. “That she just wants to marry me
without all the drama and fuss.”
“Then, give her what she wants,” Liam said simply. “Take all the pressure away and just get married.”
“What if she regrets it later?” I asked nervously. “What if, after everything is all said and done, she wishes she’d had a big wedding?”
“You can always do a vow renewal,” Liam said with a shrug. “Five years. Or ten. What matters right now is that Sophie feels special, that she gets everything she wants. And if what she wants is a stress-free wedding, then that’s what she deserves.”
Liam was right. If I could take all of Sophie’s worries away, I would. I hated to see her tied up in knots over a big party. If she didn’t care about the venue, the flowers, or the cake, then neither did I.
“I just want her to be my wife,” I said. “She’s already the mother of my child, but that’s not enough. I want to know she’s mine, Liam. I want to marry her. As soon as possible.”
Liam smiled and nodded. He moved closer to the table and slapped his hands firmly against the surface.
“Let’s do it,” Liam said. “Just tell me what you need.”
“Call Kaddy,” I said. “I need to go to Rick’s and see what he thinks about this whole plan.”
“When will we do it?” Liam asked.
“Tomorrow.”
Liam’s eyes widened in surprise, but I pressed on. Now that the plan was in place, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Call Kaddy,” I said again. “Explain everything to her and have her come over. She’ll know more about what Sophie wants. She can help with the decorations and everything.”
“I can do that,” Liam said, already jumping to his feet.
“Thank you,” I said.
I stood up and hurried across the room. It was still early for a Friday night, but I didn’t want to show up at Rick’s house unannounced. I grabbed the phone off the wall and dialed Rick’s number.
“Hello?” Rick said when he answered. “Sophie?”
“It’s Andrew,” I said quickly. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”
“Oh no, I was up,” Rick said. “Is everything okay?”
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