“I thought of other things to say,” I inform her. “Are you at work? Do you want me to swing by there and pick you up?”
“If I was at work,” she starts, and I put the sweater over my head, “how would I get to work tomorrow if you picked me up?”
I walk down the stairs and chuckle. “I’d drive you to work,” I state as she groans. “Either way, I get to see you again.”
“Matthew,” she grumbles in frustration.
“Sofia,” I counter, my voice going soft, “one more dinner.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” she huffs.
“Why do you keep denying my follow request on Instagram?” I ask as I grab my keys and head out the door.
“Because there isn’t a reason to accept it. It’s for my really, really close friends.”
“How close do we have to be?” I ask, getting in my car.
“You have to know certain things about me,” she challenges.
“Go,” I tell her.
“Favorite color.”
“Blue, but not a light blue like the sky, a darker blue like navy but not so dark that it looks like black.” I smile when she doesn’t tell me I’m wrong. “Next?”
“Favorite food?” she asks, not telling me my answer was wrong.
“Depends,” I tell her. “On a lazy day you like pretty much anything your grandmother cooks. On a quiet date night, you like either steak or salmon, you can do either, sometimes both. When you are out drinking, definitely a cheeseburger with bacon, loaded. The greasier the better. You like fries, your favorite kind are crinkle cut, with ketchup.”
“You’re annoying,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Favorite person in the whole world?” she says, thinking she can trick me.
“If it isn’t your horse,” I start, “it has to be either Grandpa Billy or Grandma Charlotte.”
“Goodbye,” she says and hangs up as soon as I pull up to her house and see her car is there.
I jog up the steps and ring the bell, hearing her walking toward the door. “The person you are trying to reach is not at home,” she announces behind the closed door. “Please go away.”
I knock on the door. “I have to answer more questions to make sure you accept my follow request on Instagram.”
“If I accept you, will you leave?” she asks, and I put my hands on the doorframe leaning in.
“What fun would that be?” I prod when I hear the lock turn and the door opens. She stands in loose-fitting pants with a matching long-sleeved sweater that falls off her shoulder, which is bare and begs to be kissed. “Hi,” I greet, moving in before she slams the door in my face.
She closes the door behind me, and I turn to face her. Her back is to the door, her hair loose like I love it. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I state right before I take her face in my hands and then run my hands into her hair. My lips lower onto hers, my cock getting hard the second her tongue touches mine. I’m lying. My cock was hard the minute she opened the door.
“You can’t do that,” she says when I let her lips go, her voice in a whisper as she slowly opens her lips.
“Do what?” I ask as I push myself even more into her. I rub my nose with hers and bend to kiss her again.
“Say things like that,” she explains. “Tell me I’m beautiful. Kiss me when you want. Friends don’t talk and do things like that.”
“I’m not your friend,” I assure her right before my lips claim hers again. This time she arches her back into me as her hands go around my neck and into my hair. My hands slide out of her hair, and one wraps around her waist as I push her into the door. We both groan when she must feel my cock. I lift her by the waist and she wraps her legs around my hips.
“Sofia,” I whisper her name, “I didn’t come here for this.” I bite her lower lip.
“Then what did you come here for?” she asks, and I see her eyes have gotten a touch darker.
“I came just to be with you,” I tell her the truth. “I came because I can’t stay away from you.” I attack her neck, sucking in. “I came because all I want to do is be with you. I’ll take anything you have to throw at me, just so you know. I’m not going anywhere, Sofia.”
My lips crash to hers as I turn and walk up the stairs. I don’t know what is going to happen, but whatever it is, I want her lying down, and I want to be able to see everything. I make my way down the hall to the only open door, stepping in and seeing it’s definitely her bedroom. Her bed is made, of course, her throw pillows at the top of the bed. The little love seat sits in front of the bed.
“Bed or couch?” I ask, taking my lips away from hers as she slides off me and stands in front of me.
“I don’t care,” she says, putting her hands on her hips and getting up on her tippy-toes to kiss under my chin before she slides her hands under my shirt. My body shivers under her touch at the same time my body becomes more alive than it has in years. It’s as if my body was asleep and one touch from her and it was on again.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and I do exactly that. My lips meet hers, my tongue slides with hers at the same time she is fisting my shirt, moving the material up my chest. The kiss starts off slow, but it ends with us fighting each other to get the kiss deeper. She lets go of my lips to pull the shirt over my head. “One for one,” she hisses as my hand flies to the hem of her shirt, ripping it over her head and seeing her standing there with nothing fucking on. Her perfect tits just open to me, her nipples perky and begging to be sucked, bitten, and pulled.
“Fuck,” is the only thing I can say as my hands come up on their own and palm one in each hand. My head goes down as I take one in my mouth, biting down right before I suck it between my lips. Sofia hisses, and when I look up, her eyes are closed. I move from one nipple to the next doing the same thing.
Her hand comes up to my head, her finger pushing the cap to the floor where my shirt is and so is hers. I trail my tongue from her nipple to the middle of her chest and down her stomach, bending onto my knees in front of her. Kissing her stomach, my hands are on her hips, and in one fluid motion, her pants are around her ankles.
She stands there in the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life. The white lace shows everything to me, including the little landing strip she always has. My hands squeeze her hips tight, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, my eyes on her landing strip. My hands pull her to me as my nose rubs against her clit. “I want to savor this.” My voice is clear and tight, my cock straining to get out and in her. “But, fuck.” My tongue comes out to lick her through her panties, the sound of us both moaning fills the room.
“More,” she pleads, her head falling down as she watches me move my hand from her hip to the side of her panties, pushing them aside. Her breath hitches right before my tongue licks between her folds. “Yes,” she hisses, right after my tongue turns around her clit in circles, round and round, right before sucking it in. Her legs open just a touch more, giving me more access. “More,” she begs and the hand holding her panty to the side is now opening her folds up so I can slide two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hisses again as my fingers move in and out of her, her hips meeting me halfway. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, and fuck if it isn’t heaven. “I need more,” she says and I know what she needs. Sofia and I did a lot of things really, really well, but what we did exceptionally well was not be shy when it came to the bedroom.
If I wanted her to suck my cock, all I had to do was ask. If she wanted it hard and fast, all she had to do was ask. We dated for two years, and after one week, I slid into her; from that day we used to have sex twice a day, sometimes more. I knew every single inch of her body. I knew every single freckle she had. I knew what every single touch meant and now was no different. She wanted it hard and she wanted it fast, and I was going to give her what she wanted.
I get up off my knees and wrap my arm around her waist, picking her up.
“How do you want it?” I ask, looking down at her as she smiles at me.