Wildflowers and Wide Receivers

22. Jonah

Chapter 22

Jonah

I didn’t think I could get any harder until a noise leaves Sophie that’s so full of want and satisfaction as I run my fingers over her. She’s so perfect, and at this moment, so mine, I feel like I have wanted her for forever, and I’m not slowing down unless she tells me to.

Leaning forward, she sneaks her tongue out and traces my bottom lip before she sinks it into my mouth to rub against mine. Being given the green light, I move her bathing suit bottom over and dip one finger inside while my thumb continues making circles. She pushes down on my hand, and I add a second finger.

Her hand lowers between us, and she pulls on the string that ties my shorts. It comes undone, and she slips her hand inside.

“Sophie,” I groan, but she doesn’t stop. Her hand wraps around me and then slides up and down. It feels so good I can barely breathe. “Go slow. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“I haven’t either,” she whispers against my lips.

I pull back to look at her. “No Isaac?”

“Nope. That was part of the problem. Apparently, I didn’t want him, and it took him pointing it out for me to realize he was right.”

“Do you want this? Me?” I ask her even though I already know the answer.

“More than I know how to articulate.”

No more words need to be said as she frees me from my shorts. I lift her, she lines us up, and with our eyes locked on each other, I lower her down. Inch by inch until she’s fully seated.

Both of us moan at the sensation, and as the fullness overtakes her, her eyes squeeze shut, and she tips her head back in bliss. She’s so tight and warm around me, the feeling is indescribable.

Needing to see and taste all of her, I lean forward, move one triangle of her top away, and suck almost her whole breast into my mouth.

“Jonah,” she moans as she tentatively rocks her hips. “You feel so good.”

“You feel and taste so good,” I tell her as I run my tongue from the right side to the left, pushing the fabric on the other side out of the way too.

Sophie arches her back and continues to rock her hips at a pace that isn’t fast or slow. It’s just right for us to live in the moment and enjoy each other.

Wanting her chest completely bare to me, I pull the strings on her back and then drag the top over her head. It lands somewhere in the water next to us as I sit up straighter and pull her against me. Chest to chest.

“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me to see you in this tiny bikini all weekend?” I mumble against her lips.

Her eyes find mine, she smiles, then she squeezes me with her inner muscles.

“Yep, I can definitely feel how hard it’s been,” she teases.

“I want this. I want you,” I tell her, hoping she understands what I’m actually saying, but instead of acknowledging the words, she leans forward and captures my lips with hers.

What would it take? What would I have to do to make her, me, the three of us a real thing? All she has to do is name it, and I’m in.

Wrapping my arms tighter around her, she tips her head back until the ends of her hair skim the water. She’s so beautiful, just the sight of her like this is a dream come true.

At some point, my eyes slip shut, my face falls into the curve of her neck, and my hands are spread across her back, holding on. The feeling and the rhythm of her rocking in my lap is so good, the base of my spine tingles.

“Soph,” I mutter against her skin.

“I’m there,” she whispers, and together, we both fall over the edge. She’s clinging to me, I’m clinging to her, and I’m certain she can feel my heart pounding as I can hers. Eventually, every muscle in her relaxes, and her head falls to my shoulder. Having her in my arms is all I want. This feeling, it’s euphoria and contentment. It’s friendship and love. There is no one else I want to do this with, and if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to convince her of the same. Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably. Will I take it slow for her? Absolutely. I already messed this up once; I’m not going to do it again.

Sophie lets out a loud, pleased sigh, then pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are so blue and so clear. With both of her hands, she pushes my hair back off my face and my forehead and leans down to sweetly brush her lips against mine.

“Thank you,” she says, and a chuckle escapes me.

“Pretty sure I should be saying that to you. That was . . . unexpected but incredible.”

“Incredible, huh?” she teases.

To play her game from earlier, instead of answering, my dick, which is still inside her, twitches.

She laughs.

“Your hair is shorter from when we first met,” she says as she runs her fingers through it again.

“And yours is longer,” I tell her, lifting my hands so I can do the same. Hers is half wet and half dry, but all completely sexy. “Should we get out?” I’m trying to be cognizant of her sleep schedule. I know she has to get up early and has a long day tomorrow, and I did promise her beauty sleep.

“Only if you agree to sleep with me tonight,” she mumbles, her lips kissing the corner of my mouth.

“Can’t live without me already?” I tease, and a grin stretches across her face.

“Something like that.”

Running my hands up her thighs and over her hips, I shift her until she’s standing in the middle of the hot tub. Her gorgeous rack is eye level, and my stomach clenches. Needing to taste her one more time, I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth. A moan escapes her, and then her fingers are back in my hair.

“You better stop that, or we won’t be heading upstairs.”

With that, I stand and pull off my shorts.

“Well then, looks like I’m not the only one ready for round two,” she says, her eyes falling below my waist.

She shimmies out of her bottoms and tosses them along with her top onto the deck. I will never tire of seeing this girl naked, and definitely not in the moonlight with her tan lines on full display.

Grabbing her around the waist, I haul her up against me and hug her. How is it that one person can make me feel so good?

“You know, I think they planned this,” she says to me as we climb out and dry off with the towels she brought out.

“Probably. I wouldn’t put it past Reid. He knew I was happy to run into you again.”

“How happy?” she asks, turning to walk backward into the house while giving me mischievous eyes.

“Very happy,” I tell her, fully on board with wherever she’s taking us.

“Maybe you should show me just how happy.” She sways her hips.

“You want my tongue or my cock?” Her eyes widen at my bluntness, then drop to below my waist again.

“Hmm,” she says like she’s actually thinking about this while still walking backward toward the stairs. “I think both.”

“Done.”

I drop the towel and she turns to sprint up the stairs. Turns out, she’s not going to be getting much sleep after all.

Sometime early in the morning, the alarm on her phone goes off. She slides out of my bed, and I follow. She turns toward her room, and I make my way down to the kitchen. Dropping a pod into the K-cup machine, I make her a coffee to go.

Walking her to her car, I watch as she tosses her bag into the back seat and turns to face me. Even at five in the morning, with no makeup on and her hair just barely brushed, I still think she’s the most beautiful woman.

“So I’m glad our friends were meddlesome, and we ended up here at the same time. Thank you for deciding to stay. It goes without saying that I had a great time, but I know that Vivi did too. It means a lot to me how kind you were to her.”

She drops her gaze for a second and smiles at the ground.

“I’m glad this weekend turned out this way, too,” she says, her eyes again finding mine.

Sucking up my nerves, I go with my gut and my heart, and ask this question again. “I know we’ve gone about this a little backward, but will you have dinner with me next weekend after we get back?”

After a short pause, her eyes start to crinkle in the corners, her lips turn up into a small smile, and she says, “Yes.”