Educating Sophia (The Moran Family Book 5) Page 11

  With a groan, my eyes roll back in my head. “Christ, Sophia. Are you trying to unman me?”

  She shakes her head, silky hair spilling down to graze my chest. “Not at all. I just want you to be as needy as I am.”

  My restraint snaps in two, and one hand grips her head and yanks her down for a kiss while the other grasps her ass, pulling her body against my rigid cock. Grinding my mouth down on hers, I kiss her hard, taking everything she’s offering me and then some. Rocking my hips against hers, I can feel the damp heat from her pussy penetrating my jeans. That little voice in my head says I should go slow, draw this out and take my time, but I’m strung so tight with need for this woman that going slow is the last thing I want.

  Holding her tightly, I get to my feet and move us down the hallway toward the bedroom. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist. Our tongues play together as she tugs the shirt all the way off, and I lower her to her feet. Then her eager hands immediately go to my zipper.

  Stepping back slightly, I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it up and over her head, baring her body for the first time. She’s wearing all black lace underneath, the vixen hiding behind the timid schoolgirl. Full, pert breasts spill over the edges of the bra as I reach for the clasp and set her free. My eyes are fixated on her flesh as she slides the garment off and tosses it aside. When I reach out to dust my thumbs over rosy hard nipples, she sighs and closes her eyes.

  My dick swells uncomfortably in my jeans as I bend down and draw one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue. She gasps when I shove her panties down, whispering my name when I graze my thumb over her clit. She’s soaked, her body eager and ready to be claimed, for which I’m grateful. I need to be inside of her now.

  Stepping back, I quickly dispose of the rest of my clothing then kneel down to unbuckle her shoes and toss them aside. Her greedy eyes look me over thoroughly, not the least bit shy or uncomfortable when she murmurs, “God, Caleb, I could come just looking at you.”

  Standing upright again, I lean closer and speak against her lips, “That’s not on the list of twenty, though. But we can make it number twenty-one.” I kiss her hard then tip her chin up with my finger. “What position do you want?”

  She smirks at me. “You choose.” Her warm palm glides between my legs, gripping tightly. “I’ll be satisfied regardless.”

  Shaking my head at her outrageous forwardness, which I find so damn surprising and sexy, I move to the nightstand drawer to extract a condom. Rolling it on, I stride back toward her and demand, “Edge of the bed. Hands and knees.”

  Her lips lift in a cocky grin. “Those words right there, Professor, they are number twenty-two.”

  She assumes the position, peering at me over her shoulder as I step up behind her and drag my hands over her bare ass. “Beautiful.” One hand slides between her legs, two fingers thrusting in deep. “Don’t come. Not yet.”

  Sophia moans deep, reaching behind her body to grasp my cock in her fist. My eyes roll as she works me, skimming her thumb over the tip and nudging me closer to where she needs me most. Frustration furrows her brow as I play with her, backing off just when I feel her skating toward the peak. I could stay right here for hours, taking her over again and again, and I fully intend to once I’ve had my fill this first time.

  Shoving her hand aside, I line up at her entrance and ease inside, letting her take me in slowly, one inch at a time. She fists me so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. Once I’m fully inside of her, she arches her back and whispers, “Hard.”

  She’s answering the silent question in my head, and without wasting another second, I give her just what she asks for and just what I need. I’m relentless, thrusting fast and deep and slamming my hips against her ass. Eyes open, I take in the sight before me: long hair falling over one shoulder, dancing back and forth with the motion of my thrusts; her eyes are closed, nipples pebbled, pussy growing wetter with each penetration. I’ve imagined a night like this a thousand times, but nothing could prepare me for the sight of her body taking mine and of us becoming one.

  She calls out my name—a plea, a demand—and my answer is to fuck her harder, making it so damn good for us both that nothing else will ever compare. Falling to her elbows, she grips the comforter between her fingers and moans. I’ve seen erotic photographs before, watched my share of porn (good and bad), but I’ve never seen anything as sexually stimulating as the sight of Sophia on her knees in front of me, lost in the throes of lovemaking and on the verge of orgasm. It’s a sight to behold, and one I pray I’ll see time and time again.

  I feel her body tighten around my cock, just as she throws back her head and shouts, “Oh fuck.” Then she’s rolling through an intense orgasm, and all I can do is follow her right over. A few more deep, forceful thrusts, and I’m seeing stars, coming so incredibly hard that my legs threaten to give way. It goes on and on, as does hers, and through the groaning and moaning and sighs of pleasure, I feel a twinge of something foreign in my heart.

  Sophia falls down onto the mattress, and I follow, careful not to smother her with my much larger body. Her hand reaches for mine as we pant through the aftermath and the fog of sex begins to lift.

  “Oh my God, Caleb. That was so worth the wait.”

  Chuckling in her ear, I press a kiss to her temple. “Yes it was, my beautiful girl.”

  After the condom has been discarded, we slide beneath the sheets, and I pull her against my chest. Our hands are clasped across my stomach and my other hand drifts over her back with soft caresses. She sighs and whispers, “Does this feel like a dream to you?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  Lifting her eyes to mine, she says, “I know it’s early in our relationship, and you may not be ready to hear this, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  I fully expect panic to set in or at the very least a jolt of fear to race through my body. Strangely enough, nothing at all like that happens. My heart warms completely as I look into her beautiful mocha eyes and respond without pause, “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

  I kiss her now with all the gentleness and warmth I should have kissed her with the first time. I know we still have things to work through and ways we can better learn about one another, but I’ve never been more certain about one simple thing: she’s mine and I’m never letting her go.

  My eyelids drift open slowly and my gaze falls across the empty pillow next to me. I don’t remember falling asleep last night, but I do recall I was wrapped in Caleb’s arms, warm and safe in a place I never imagined I’d be. Truth be told, I might have fantasized everything that happened last night if I wasn’t lying in his bed, naked and feeling the effects of all he did to me. The twinge between my legs is a small price to pay to be on the receiving end of such exquisite pleasure.

  Naughty memories aside, I’m a bit disappointed to be waking up alone. The indentation of his head on the pillow next to me proves I didn’t dream this. And when I skim my palm over the sheets and find them still slightly warm, I can do nothing but lie here and grin.

  I hear footsteps in the hall and a moment later my mouth falls open. He moves toward me looking mouthwatering in a pair of low-slung drawstring pajama bottoms. His bare torso is sculpted and broad and surprisingly tan in the light of day. What he hides beneath those crisp button-up shirts and tweed jackets is the body of a man who works hard to stay in shape.

  I can’t stop staring. Or drooling. Or grinning all over myself. That gorgeous man right there … he belongs to me.

  He strolls a bit closer, eyes vividly green and flashing humor as I continue to greedily look him over. A fine dusting of dark hair sits dead center in the middle of his chest, and a very happy trail skates from his belly button to the great beyond. His hair is wildly tousled and much too long to look scholarly, and the bit of scruff on his chin makes him look dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

  “Good morning,” he drawls, reaching out to hand me a cup of coffee. His eyes scan ov
er my face. I’m sure I look a sight with my bedhead and smeared mascara.

  Tucking the sheet around my chest, I sit upright and lean against the headboard. Taking the cup from his outstretched hand, I grasp it between both hands. “Good morning. Thanks for the coffee.” Taking a sip, I sigh at the hearty goodness of the hot brew. “Been up long?”

  “Long enough to make coffee. And watch you sleep.” Warm, green eyes find mine and he smiles.

  My entire body comes alive with those few simple words, and I can feel my face heating in response. “What time is it?”

  He takes a sip of his coffee and shrugs. “Not sure. Does it matter?”

  This relaxed, happy man makes me smile. I love that he’s in no rush, no hurry, and content to simply enjoy our time together. “Not at all.”

  Reaching over, he sets both of our cups on the nightstand then turns to me and slowly pulls the sheet aside, gathering me in his arms. “Last night was amazing. But now I want to make love to you like you deserve. Like I should have if I hadn’t been so damn inpatient.”

  I tangle my fingers in his hair and grin. “I was impatient too. But I don’t care how I have you, as long as I have you in my arms.”

  His jaw hardens and he takes a quick inventory of my naked body. “Damn near perfect.”

  My brow shoots up as I smirk. “Damn near?”

  Rolling on top of me, his lips find purpose in the curve of my neck. “You’ll be perfect when you’re filled with my cock and screaming my name.”

  Oh … my.

  One large hand cups my breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m already so pliant in his arms, I can only arch into his touch and give myself over to him. Closing my eyes, I trail my fingertips over the thickness of his shoulders and down his back as his tongue dances in circles around one hardened nipple. His warm palm skims down my belly, over one hip, pulling my legs wide with a firm grip under one knee.

  With his lips pressing kisses between my breasts, he looks at me with a hooded expression. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked you raw.”

  Excitement and need pools between my legs at his vulgar, uncensored words. The man really has no idea how they undo me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Professor.” His eyes darken considerably, and I realize what I’ve known all along: my words turn him on too, especially when I refer to him by his title.

  Grasping my thighs, he pushes them further apart then lowers his head to drift his tongue across my damp folds. “Oh, I fully intend on keeping my promise.” He teases me again and looks right at me. The heat in his eyes and the sight of his head between my legs causes me to moan. “But first I need to taste you.”

  His gaze remains locked on mine as he feasts, tongue and lips teasing and taunting and making me want him with a new level of desperation I’ve not yet felt. Propped up on my elbows, I take my fill watching him expertly play my body. My skin heats and warms, softening against his mouth as he pushes me toward orgasm. When he adds his fingers to the mix, I’m loathe to do much else other than flop back onto the mattress and moan.

  Fingers tearing at his hair, I grind my hips against his mouth and give myself over to him. He could do anything, ask anything, want anything … and I’d freely and easily say yes. There are no limitations with him, no boundaries, no hesitation. He may not know it yet, but my body—and yes, my heart too—are both his for the taking.

  His tongue flutters over my clit as his fingers drive deep, causing me to gasp loudly and call out his name. He moans against my skin, one hand reaching up my body to twist and pinch my nipple. It’s just shy of painful and all so blissfully pleasurable I can only lie there writhing against his mouth.

  I’m begging now … pleading for the unknown, urging him to give me more and yet at the same time wanting him to let me fly. His fingers are slick with my need, pumping in and out as I reach for that beautiful precipice. And when I finally fall, screaming out his name and arching into his touch, he’s right there to catch me.

  Panting, I’m barely cognizant of him pulling away, shedding his pants and donning a condom. Then I feel the mattress give way beside me, and he’s pulling my sated body on top of his, big hands gripping my knees as my sleepy eyes meet his.

  “Ride me,” he commands, jaw tense with unrestrained need.

  I somehow manage to pull myself from my sex-induced stupor, fisting his cock and rising over him. His eyes are laser hot, intently watching the slow descent of my body down onto his, until we’re completely joined. Back arched, I reach for his hands and place them on my breasts then begin a nice, slow roll of my hips. His jaw tenses as he watches me, watches us, and it’s clear that releasing control to me is a challenge for him. I love him for allowing this, for giving me the freedom to own him. For all the tight-reined domination he has in the classroom, he trusts me enough to give me just what I need.

  My hips lift up then slowly slide back down, tormenting us both with a gentle rocking motion. I want more … I need more, but I also need to have him splintered in half, willing to hand over his heart, his mind, his entire body to me. Stubborn man that he is, he grits his teeth and digs his fingers into my hips, the only telltale signs that he’s so very close to coming undone.

  So I give him more. I give him everything. My hands play my body like the finest instrument, slowly stroking and plucking until his eyes widen with what appears to be shock. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so close to saying to hell with it all, riding him hard and taking us both over that edge. But my restraint is about as miniscule as his is, barely there as I hold on by the tiniest of threads, teasing and taunting him and pushing my own body to heights I never imagined.

  With a sigh, I trail my fingertips between my legs and let him look his fill. “Do you like this?” I whisper.

  His answering growl is menacing as he sits upright and grasps my hips tightly. “Enough.” Taking my hands in his, he places them on his shoulders and slams his hips up into mine. He’s so deep, so thick inside of me, my breath catches with each hard thrust. This time when I start to move, all thoughts of taking things slow evaporate. Using his shoulders for leverage, I do as he commanded. I ride him hard, pushing us both toward that precipice that awaits. My lips are at his ear, panting and moaning my pleasure as he urges me on with more dirty talk. And when I fly, I fly hard and fast, nails tearing into the flesh of his back, his name a gasp falling from my lips to his. He curses loudly and follows me right over the edge, snarling out my name as he rolls through it.

  Emotion weighs heavily in my chest as I struggle to regain composure. Intermixed with all the pleasure is the tiniest bit of fear and doubt, the knowledge that it’s all just too good to be true. It’s dumb. I’m being dumb, and I know it. Caleb and I have spent such a long time fighting this attraction and now that we’re finally here and we’re free to be together, I’m looking for reasons to believe it won’t work. It makes no sense. Logically I know that, but I still can’t help feeling like I need to hold him a little tighter and memorize every second of this moment.

  He lifts his head and the corner of his mouth turns up in a drowsy smile. “Beautiful girl, what are you doing to me?”

  He’s asked me the same question once before, long before we were ever this close. I do wonder if there are times he’s as thrown as I am by all of this.

  Shoving aside the heavy emotion in my chest, I weave my fingers in his hair and whisper against his lips, “Making you mine.”

  His smile widens, a truly beautiful thing that I never see enough. “Well, I’d say you do it very well.”

  My face heats with embarrassment, which is just weird considering I’m sitting in his lap completely naked and he’s still buried deep within me. “Um, thank you?”

  With a chuckle, he gently rolls me to the side and disengages our bodies. “Let’s shower. And then I’m making you breakfast.”

  Stretching my legs out, I watch him stroll into the bathroom to discard the condom, admiring the tight globes of his ass and oth
er finery the man displays. Damn, but if he isn’t a thing of beauty and made for sin. Between the too long hair, the magnificent body, and those intriguing hooded eyes, it’s no wonder I’m rummy with emotion over him. Falling? Oh hell no. I fell, I’ve fallen … I am … totally and completely in love with this man.

  “Quit looking at my ass and get in here,” he quips, smirking at me over his shoulder.

  Laughing, I roll to my feet. “Yes, Professor.”

  My fingers skim along her hairline, brushing aside the silky tresses so that more of her face is displayed. She’s sound asleep on my chest, her legs entwined with mine, one small hand curled around the nape of my neck. This is what she does, I’ve learned over the past few weeks. She wraps herself around my body while we sleep, almost as if she’s afraid I’ll be gone when she wakes up.

  Good thing I’m not claustrophobic. Good thing I can only see the benefit of sleeping with her nestled this close. I know I’ve taken advantage of it more than a few times. In fact, just a few hours ago, I lifted her leg over my hip and thrust in deep, giving her an early morning wake-up call she won’t soon forget.

  I’m a goner. I know it. I’m so lost to this woman that I sometimes forget I promised myself I’d never get emotionally involved with anyone again. But there’s no comparison between her and Rianne, or anyone else for that matter. Sophia has somehow managed to get me to open my heart to her fully, something I prided myself on never doing again, even partially so. Looking back on my marriage, I can’t recall ever needing Rianne in the intense, all-consuming way I seem to need Sophia. It’s damn near terrifying.

  She sighs in her sleep and a soft smile drifts across her mouth. These lazy days of summer have given us the opportunity to spend as much time together as possible without the added interruptions of school. Granted, she still has her job at the preschool each day, but she always returns here each evening, walking through the front door as if she’s been doing it for years instead of days. She has my key and I have hers. Although, we’ve only spent one night at her place so far.