Sophie

By the time Andrew and I got to the bedroom, I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed him by the belt and quickly unbuckled his pants. His eyes were on fire with lust. I reached my hand down into his pants to feel his throbbing dick, warm in my hand. As I wrapped my fingers around him, I heard him inhale sharply. As if by sheer will, he restrained himself from taking me right then.

He grabbed my ass, and with his forearms, he raised my dress over my head. The cool air set my skin on fire. I ripped open his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. Tracing my fingertips up and down his body made us both squirm. I tore off his pants and boxers.

Andrew couldn’t take it anymore. He removed my bra, and in one motion, he dropped to his knees, pulling my panties with him. He grabbed my ass and yanked me into him as his lips traced up my thigh. He moved slowly, making me pant with need before reaching my soaking wet pussy.

I moaned as he slid his tongue over my folds. The tip of his tongue found my clit and began working its magic. It was almost too intense. My legs were weak, and I sank slightly forward, unable to hold myself up any longer. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing a chunk of it and drawing him closer into me while I moaned his name.

I knew that if I let it go on another second, I would collapse with ecstasy. I grabbed his chin in both hands and pulled his eyes up to mine. Without saying a word, I let him know it was my turn. I led him to the wall and dropped to my knees.

Taking his dick in my hands, I stroked it slowly, licking with every other stroke. I did this until his knees became weak and he began to beg for more.

“Sophie,” he groaned, his voice weak.

I took him into my mouth and began to rotate my tongue around his shaft. As I pulled him deeper into my mouth, I looked into his eyes to see his reaction. His wide eyes met mine, and he began to bite his lip as he watched me take him in and out. I felt his body begin to tense, and his noises grew louder. I wasn’t ready to stop. He was mine, his body was mine, and I wasn’t going to let him finish just yet.

I stood up and walked over to the window. I stopped and leaned up against it, then shot Andrew my best come-hither grin over my shoulder. He was watching me closer than ever, his blue eye alive with fire and his green eye dark with hunger.

“What are you doing over there?” he asked roughly

“Giving you a chance to cool down,” I said playfully.

“By the window?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Why not?”

I grinned and swung my hips around as I turned my back to him. The cool night air wafted over my naked skin, making goosebumps erupt all over my body. I could hear Andrew breathing heavily from behind me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he joined me.

When I turned back around, his eyes flew down to my chest. He licked his lips slowly and fucked me with his eyes. I grinned slyly and sunk back against the window, letting him enjoy the view as long as he wanted.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

“I love everything about you,” Andrew said.

His words sent waves of need coursing through my body. I didn’t just want him. He was the only thing that existed in my world. In that moment, nothing and no one else entered my mind. Just Andrew. Just us.

Andrew walked over with all the confidence in the world. I could feel his erection against me immediately. He spun me around and pressed me against the window, his strong hands clamping down over my tits.

He began massaging my nipples from behind. My knees grew weak as I could feel myself dripping with pleasure. I spread my legs and let him push me farther forward. I reached my hands up and grabbed the back of his neck. He kept his fingers focused on my nipples while his lips found my neck.

I gasped as he bit down, making me shake as he slid deep inside me. He pushed his weight into me, making me lean forward and tremble. I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding him in and out of me in a slow rhythm that his growls told me he enjoyed.

I felt a carnal desire to unleash myself. I had him inside of me. He was all mine, and I wanted him to have every bit of me. I rocked faster and faster while Andrew thrusted himself forward with a powerful strength that took my breath away. I had one hand on the windowsill and the other still wrapped around Andrew’s neck, holding his face close to mine.

Turning my head, I found Andrew’s lips and kissed him hard. He moaned and kissed my back, slipping his tongue between my lips. His hips moved harder than ever, and soon, I had to break away from him just to breathe.

I braced myself against the window and let Andrew have me, all of me. The feeling of Andrew filling me up from the inside sent me into overdrive. When he slid his hand around to rub my clit, I came completely undone. I moaned and writhed, throwing my ass backward with force while he fucked me hard.

Just then, Andrew pulled out without warning. I didn’t even have time to protest before he flipped me around, grabbed my ass, and lifted me off my feet. With one arm under me, he lowered me onto his still-hard cock.

With my legs wrapped around him, I used my thighs to slide up and down on his dick. He put one hand on my cheek, and our eyes met. As I rode him, our breathing fell into a rhythm, and our eyes, unblinking, stared at each other. So many emotions flew between us that tears sprung to my eyes.

In that moment, we were one. Andrew turned around with him still inside of me and carried me to the bed. As we fell onto it, I took all of him into me. This was it. I wanted him, every ounce of him. I lifted my hips to push him deeper inside of me.

Andrew’s thrusts slowed down as he stared into my eyes. I felt tears continuing to build as Andrew watched me with the most loving expression. In the year we’d been together, I’d only seen him look at me that way a handful of times. It wasn’t just caring. It wasn’t just intimate. It was everything.

Andrew rocked slowly against me, making me feel safer than I’d ever felt before in my life. There wasn’t anything that could hurt me while Andrew was there. The love he had for me radiated through his body. When he lifted his hand to brush my hair off my face, I felt the first tear slide down my cheek.

“I love you,” Andrew whispered. “I will always love you.”

I tried to speak, but my throat was tight with emotion. I couldn’t find the words to express just how much I loved him.

My body took over, and my mind went blank. I could smell Andrew all around me, feeling him buried deep inside of me. Before I knew what was happening, I was coming so hard that my entire body shook and convulsed with ecstasy.

“Andrew,” I breathed his name, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and his chest became flushed.

His entire body was red as his dick began to throb inside of me. My toes curled as Andrew finished inside of me, his body trembling and his arms wrapped protectively around me.

Our orgasms washed through us both, connecting us in a way nothing else could. Our bodies had become one, and our hearts always were. I couldn’t believe we’d been engaged for an entire year, but when I looked at Andrew’s face, I knew he was the only man for me.

“That was incredible,” Andrew said weakly.

He flopped onto the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling with harsh, shallow breaths. I slowly moved myself up to lay beside him, my head hitting the pillow and my eyes falling shut. I was having a hard time catching my breath. My skin was still burning hot, and my toes had yet to uncurl.

“It was more than incredible,” I said. “That was…” I trailed off.

“The best we’ve ever had?” Andrew asked.

“I think so,” I said. “Though I look forward to topping it.”

Andrew laughed and pulled me into him. My head fell heavily onto his chest, but he didn’t care. He stroked my hair like always. This was our little routine, the position we always took after making love. With my head on his chest, Andrew placed kisses on my hair and ran his fingers gently over my naked skin. We did this every time, and still, I never tired of it.

Being close to Andrew was all I wanted. It wasn’t until I began to think about our wedding that my body tensed and my mind flipped into overdrive.

“Do you think Nina’s okay?” Andrew asked, pulling me back to reality. “With Liam?”

“Liam is great with her,” I said. “She’s just fine.”

“You don’t think we should go get her?” Andrew asked nervously.

“We can,” I said. “But no, I don’t think we need to. Liam will come get us if something is wrong.”

“I know.” Andrew sighed. “I just worry.”

“You’re an amazing dad,” I said. “That’s one reason why I can’t wait to marry you.”

“You can’t?” he asked playfully.

“No,” I said. “I can’t.”

I fell silent while Andrew continued to stroke my skin. I felt sweaty, and our sex had pooled between my legs, but I barely noticed. Now that my body was calming down, my mind couldn’t help but take over. I laid against Andrew and thought about all the things that could go wrong with our wedding.

“There’s so much to plan,” I said softly.

“For the wedding?” Andrew asked.

I nodded. “There’s a million things to do,” I said. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“At the beginning,” Andrew said simply. “We’ll find a place and set a date.”

“Do you have a place in mind?” I asked, hoping he would.

“No.” Andrew shook his head. “Wherever you want to have it is fine. Sophie, this is your day. I want it to be exactly what you want. What you’ve always wanted.”

I nodded again, but didn’t say anything. The truth was, I didn’t know what kind of wedding I wanted anymore. I hadn’t give myself the chance to think about it. My entire life revolved around Nina and Andrew. They were everything to me. Because of that, the wedding was pushed to the back of my mind.

“I’m nervous,” I said softly.

“Getting cold feet?” Andrew asked. His voice was weak with exhaustion. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he fell asleep.

“Not about marrying you,” I said. “Just about the wedding. I’m nervous about planning the perfect wedding. What if something goes wrong? What if I can’t—”

“Everything will be fine,” Andrew said. “The wedding will be perfect because it’s our wedding. Nothing will go wrong. I promise.”

Andrew’s voice was so soft that by the time he finished talking, I could barely hear him. All I could do was lay with him as he drifted off to sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath my head, and hope he was right.