Shades of Trust

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Exuding an air full of passion, Sophia pushed Alistair’s scarf to the side and kissed his chest above the V-neck of his black T-shirt. She undid the buttons of his cardigan, one by one, and yanked his shirt up, licking the line of his pectoral until she found a n****e and sucked it hard.

Pleasure and astonishment flooded his veins as she kissed and licked his chest and his abs with abandonment.

He was so shocked at his reaction that he didn’t notice when the scarf fell to the floor. When her hand went to his zipper, he stopped her.

How long since I’ve let a soft, gentle, normal woman take control? He remembered Tavish’s words. Don’t rush things with her. Sophia’s hand was shaking. He didn’t know if she felt nervous or aroused. Quietly, he said, “There’s no hurry. Trust me on this.”

“Make love to me, Alistair. Please.”

A wicked urge assailed him as he shoved off his cardigan and his long-sleeved T-shirt. He cupped her face in his hands and whispered on her lips, “I like to hear you begging.”

He bent his head ever so slowly and brushed his lips against hers, his tongue licking the contours of her mouth, leisurely.

His gentle kiss drove Sophia insane with longing. She pressed herself onto his chest and stroked his hair as she pulled him down to suck and bite his bottom lip.

His lips became more demanding, and his tongue dipped in her mouth, entwining with hers. He ran a hand down to the buttons of her blouse, then paused before undoing them.

“Yes, please,” she breathed out hoarsely, gliding her hands from his nape to his chest with a feathery touch. She parted her lips to search for air as he undid only two buttons and opened her shirt over the shoulders, pinning her arms to her torso.

Her ivory lace bra did nothing to hide her breasts and pink n*****s. His mouth watered. He dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed it before he sucked a n****e through the lacy bra, enjoying the dual feeling of the lace and the soft skin beneath it.

Sophia hissed through clenched teeth, her hands clutching his ribcage.

He murmured something with satisfaction, but she didn’t understand the words. And she didn’t care.

Alistair’s fingers wandered over her body as one of his legs pressed between hers.

A tinge of uncertainty flashed through her mind as her belt fell to the rug with a soft thump. I shouldn’t have started this. But as his lips moved to her other breast, his tongue leaving a wet trail, another thought overrode the first. Why not?

“Sophia, you are so beautiful,” he whispered against her breast as he bit and tugged at it.

Ahhh! Sophia gasped, digging her nails into his waist, as his movements and caresses transfixed her.

Then her skirt whispered down her body and his large hands encompassed her hips, his fingers kneading her ass gently, his thumbs pressing against her hipbones.

Alistair suddenly needed to look at her. He lifted his head from her breast, slowly undoing the remaining buttons, letting the blouse float to the floor, and he stepped back without releasing her.

They stood mere feet apart. She, in her underwear, he in his jeans, wordlessly appraising each other.

He had the perfect build for his great height. Broad shoulders and chiseled chest tapered into a narrow waist. Only a thin trail of black hair descended from his navel to below the waistband of his jeans, which encased his long and muscled legs.

And something more. She eyed the bulge under his fly. Oh, my. Something very big.

The sight of her dazzled him.

Proudly, she held her head high and her shoulders back. Her black hair, falling almost to her waist, covered one pert, plump breast.

“You are,” he breathed out in awe, “magnificent.”

Her slim waist widened in slightly rounded hips. Her legs were long and firm. Her lacy panties covered only a small and thin patch of dark hair.

Sophia followed his rapt gaze and suddenly felt shy. No one has ever looked at me like this. So much ardor, so much passion. She felt her whole body catch fire, consuming all the air in her lungs.

He closed the gap between them, running his hands from her shoulders down her arms and up again, going to her breasts, cupping them through the ivory lace bra.

He picked her up in his arms and laid her down in the middle of the bedspread. He shook his head, astonished at the intensity of his feelings as he stretched on his side next to her. “I have no words.”

“Please,” she moaned. Sophia was so astonished that she couldn’t make any sense of his words. Oh, please, stop talking and…take me.

She almost giggled. Almost.

“Exactly how I pictured it. Your glorious body against the sheets, your long hair spread on the pillows. Framing your face and shoulders,” he murmured. “It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

His fingers touched her stomach, rounding her navel and her breath hitched. They glided up to her breast and to her shoulder, slowly lowering her bra strap, torturing her. His head bent down and he kissed the edge of her shoulder, his mouth traveling over her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, placing kisses along the way and down to the swell of her breast, following the path of his warm hand.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes, his forest-green meeting her yellow-diamond.

He leaned in, regarding her closely, lapped at her n****e and sucked it into his mouth.

With a gasp, Sophia arched on the bed, and her hands tangled in his hair. She felt his lips twisting into a smile against her skin.

Alistair took his time, swirling the n****e with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth; while his now free hand went to the other shoulder and lowered the other strap with no rush. “So soft,” he whispered, as his long fingers cupped the other breast and massaged it. His thumb and index finger twisted the n****e between them. As Sophia moaned again, he chuckled and asked, “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, don’t stop!” She sat up and undid the bra, throwing it far away.

He laughed and pushed her back with a gentle touch on her shoulder. He bent down and kissed her mouth. His fingers went down again, fluttering on her shoulder, passing by her scar and stopping to caress it. He returned to the shoulder and moved to the other breast. His mouth trailed behind his hand, kissing her ear, biting her lobe, and caressing her arm.

Alistair kissed the scar reverently, and cupping a breast, sucked it into his mouth again.

Oh. He’s going to kill me. Sophia moaned loudly, “Alistair, please.” She moved her hands from his hair to his shoulders, exploring his back. His strong shoulder and back muscles were hard, compared to the smooth texture of his skin, which made her want to lick him all over. Her hands moved down his back and found his trousers. “Jeans,” she panted. “Off.”

He jumped off the bed, took out his wallet from the back pocket and withdrew a condom, putting it on the bedside table. As he undid the button, he stared fixedly at her; his forest-green eyes flashed hungrily. He unzipped his jeans, pushing them down, but keeping his underwear on. His black boxers tented from his straining erection.

“Boxers. Off.”

He shook his head and returned to what he was doing, whispering, “There’s no hurry. We have all night.”

Who said there’s no hurry? She was past any coherent thought.

Alistair wanted to hear her scream with pleasure; to make her come so hard she wouldn’t know up from down. He shifted his weight, bracing himself on his elbows, his legs falling on either side of hers. He kissed his way to her navel, delineating it with his tongue before getting on his knees. She’s pure silk and velvet. And she’s about to become mine.

His hands paused on her hips and he splayed them across her belly. With his thumbs hooked under the thin straps of her matching ivory lace panties, he slowly pulled them down. His fingers deliberately touched her thighs, calves, and then her feet. He gripped an ankle and lifted her leg to his mouth.

Just the languid way he raised her leg was torture. Sophia inhaled sharply and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered.

When her eyes fluttered open, he licked her instep.

She gripped the sheets, arching on the bed when his tongue trailed her calf and the back of her knee.

He put her foot on his shoulder and gripped the other ankle in his hand. Now his tongue flicked her left instep as his teeth bit down.

“Alistair,” Sophia hissed, and closed her eyes again.

“Keep your eyes open.” A lascivious grin appeared on his face and his tongue marked a path from her ankle to her inner knee, putting the foot on his other shoulder, and leaning down to the apex of her thighs, his hands easing her legs down his back. He drew his fingers unhurriedly up her legs, his gaze never straying from hers. One of his hands held her hip and the other spread her, his fingers touching her lightly. “So smooth,” he breathed.

Sophia bowed on the bed and almost sobbed from the delicious torture. “Please.”

A finger teased her entrance and she gasped in anticipation as he whispered, “Tell me, Sophia, who is pleasuring you?”

“You,” she gasped. “You, Alistair Connor.”

His eyes took in every inch of her as he pushed a long, broad finger deep inside her.

“Alistair!” His name split in a soft scream on her lips.

With a satisfied smile, he bent over her to suck her breast, a second finger joining the entering, retreating, and circling. f**k. She’s tight.

He needed her out of her mind. Sweat filmed his forehead as he reined in his desire. Soon, a third finger stretched her.

She gripped his biceps so strongly her nails dug into his skin.

He crushed her mouth with his, drinking and breathing her. He couldn’t get enough. He could feel her hands clutching his waist, trying to remove his boxers, urging him, but he resisted, his free hand grabbed hers. “Not yet.”

His c**k strained against the material, the sensitive head rasping on the cotton, screaming to be free. He wanted this to last, and tried to hold on to the thin thread of control that kept him from freeing his member and plunging into her.

With all her strength and passion, she shoved him back to his knees and rose on hers to meet him.

He looked like a pagan god with his black hair falling to his shoulders, a lock over his face, his eyes flashing with ardor.

Sophia, crazed with desire, clamped her mouth to his n****e, biting it lightly, her hands running over his chest and abs.

He groaned his approval, his hands pressing her head to his chest.

She used the opportunity to pull down his boxers. Her hand circled his erection and she froze. Her head came up and she looked at him, eyes wide, astonished. Her lips parted and she breathed, “You’re…” Huge.

“Don’t worry, we’ll fit.” The wicked hue in his voice filled the room, seeming to hypnotize Sophia.

He framed her face, drawing her to him for another slow kiss, but her hand stroked him tightly, making the remaining control he was trying to keep, slip away.

She bit his lip, and when she released it, he groaned, “Aye, again.”

She bit harder this time and he inhaled sharply. She lapped at the bite and pleaded, “I want you, Alistair. All of you. Take me.” Sophia lay down and opened her arms for him as Alistair took off his boxers and sheathed himself with the condom.

“I desire you,” he murmured against her lips, gathering her in his arms, “As I have never desired any other woman.”

Their lips clashed as he pinned her to the bed. He kissed her until they were breathless, his legs prying hers open, s*x touching s*x.

“Alistair, now, please?” she begged, arching her body and her nails raking his back.

Alistair supported himself on one elbow and gazed at her. His muscles rippled beneath his skin. “What do you want?”

“You, Alistair. I want you.”

“You’re everything a man could dream of.” He kissed her, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her mouth. “I’ll make it last.”

In his whispered promise, there was more than a simple wish to prolong the night’s s*x.

He rocked his hips the broad tip of his shaft teasing her up and down, parting her nether lips.

Her hips jerked from the bed, seeking him. “Yes, please.”

When he felt her entrance, he almost lost control as a thrill of molten desire flashed through his spine and he strained not to fully plunge into her all at once. His low, husky voice was edgy when he said, “Relax and enjoy, Beauty.” He started to leisurely pressure his rigid length into her, at first just the head to let her adjust to his size.

“More,” she moaned as her body trembled.

He pressed in patiently, with shallow but deliberate thrusts into her tightness. He closed his eyes trying to concentrate, but she rocked into him and he pushed in more than he wanted.

A long and loud pained gasped left her at the sublime, almost agonizing sensation. Throwing her head back, she gripped the sheets, her eyes closed.

“Sophia, talk to me.” He kissed her throat and jaw.

“Keep going,” she urged. She wound her legs around his waist and her feet spurred him.

“Easy.” He gave a strained smile as his hips started to rock at a steady pace, pushing himself in deeper until he fully settled inside of her and her muscles firmly clasped him. He paused to enjoy the feeling and the vision of her face suffused with passion. I possess her. At last. “Open your eyes, Sophia.”

She did, and inside them, he saw desire blazing.

“Amazing,” she said hoarsely, releasing the sheets to comb his hair back, dragging him down to a scorching kiss.

He pulled his hips back to thrust back in. Unhurried, long, deep strokes taunted her, stoking the fire.

“Alistair Connor,” she whispered his name in a caress and started to move her hips in time with his, arching her body to rub her breasts on his chest.

His mouth moved sensually over her ear, throat, and shoulder, kissing, nibbling, and licking.

She gasped and moaned with pleasure, responding to his grunts as the tension build in her body, straining her.

Alistair pushed up on his elbows to look at her. Her head tilted back, her eyes almost closed, her cheeks rosy, and lips red and parted. She’s a goddess. My goddess.

“Mine,” the rasped word escaped from somewhere within his chest. “You are mine, Sophia.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back to kiss and lick the column of her neck. He could feel her tremors getting stronger and he hooked one of her legs by the knee on his arm, opening her wider as his pace increased, rotating his hips each time he plunged in harder and faster, driving her out of her mind.

She opened her eyes and arched like a strained bow, seeking release, almost incoherently begging, “Please—I need—I want…”

“Let go,” his hoarse voice encouraged, between kisses. “I’m here to catch you.”

She threw her head back, spasms clamping him into her body as he came in with hard, deep, and forceful thrusts.

She screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life plunged her into ecstasy and darkness.

His shout joined hers, violent and long. Alistair fell forward panting hard, crushing her flush to his body, as his own orgasm subsided.

He recovered and withdrew from her, rolling onto his back and taking Sophia with him.

“Sophia, what you do to me,” he whispered, his breath still ragged. When he didn’t get any answer, he sat up on the bed and pulled her into his embrace, frowning. “Sophia?”

She was breathing shallowly and her face looked flushed.

He shook her gently. “Wake up.”

Her eyelids flickered, opening slightly. She murmured, “Don’t…panic.”

Think, Alistair Connor, think. “What?”

She blinked her eyes open, completely in awe, burning him with that yellow-diamond pale fire. “Mmm…” She licked her lips. “What was that?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.” Alistair scanned her face concerned… her lips were red and swollen; her rosy face had a dreamy look. “You fainted. For what seemed like a lifetime.”

“I didn’t faint,” she whispered, and shut her eyes again.

“What are you feeling?” He shook her again, concerned. “I’m calling 999.”

“Don’t.” She chuckled, staring at him in a daze. “It’s normal. I’ve never—been—better. It was—mind-blowing.”

“For Christ’s sake, Sophia, how is this normal? You’re scaring me.” He bent his head and kissed her forehead, hugging her closer. “Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She ran her face against his chest, purring in contentment like a kitten and smiled at him lazily. “So silky and so hard. You know you look like a pagan god?”

Feeling calmer, it was Alistair’s time to chuckle. “A pagan god. A Highland warrior. I’ll become conceited.”

“You already are,” she whispered, “Lord I’m-so-handsome-and-powerful-and-I-know-it.”

“Lord I’m-so…?” He laughed, then kissed and spooned her. “I’m not conceited. I am handsome. And powerful. It’s a fact.”

“Vanity is a sin, Alistair Connor,” she murmured, amused.

He snuggled her into his body, feeling her heartbeat returning to normal, her breath becoming even. His arm draped over her waist and his hand rested on her breast. The other arm cushioned her head. His chin fit exactly over her shoulder.

Alistair sighed satisfied. Just as he had imagined, they fit together.

Perfectly.