Free One Last Dance by Angela Stephens

sex.
    Sophie trembled, hips twitching.
Her slick lips slid against his palm.
    “Oh god!” She moaned. He stepped
closer, brushing a kiss across her mouth, tongue teasing at the seam of her
lips. He didn’t move his hand.
    “Lovely Sophie, turn around.”
    Her hands curled into fists, but
she did as he said, spinning until her back was to him. She gasped as he
pressed his whole body against hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock
prodding her buttocks and trembled. He nipped her shoulder while his arms came
around her. The heavy material of his slacks chafed the backs of her thighs.
    “Put your arms around my neck,”
he whispered against her lips. She slid her hands into his hair, clinging, and
arching her back to press her breasts into his hand. “Mmm, yes. Like that. Now
spread your legs for me.”
    Again, she obeyed, leaning back
against the tall, lean length of his body as she slid her feet farther apart.
The rigid length of his erection pressed against the small of her back. Sophie
rocked her hips, rubbing herself along his cock. Henry’s hands tightened on
her. He ran his fingertips through her dark curls until he found the top of her
slit. Sophie whimpered into his mouth as he parted the moist lips of her sex
and slid one, then two, fingers inside her.
    She bucked against his invading
hand, body undulating against his as she chased the contact she so desperately
needed. Henry rubbed the base of his palm in wide circles around her clit, his
fingers pumping in and out of her clinging pussy. He curled his tongue around
hers, sucking. She was so close, her orgasm a tight, glittering star nearly
within her reach.
    “Oh god!”
    Henry plunged his fingers deeper
into her, stroking against her slick inner walls. His long thumb pressed her
clit hard while his other hand rolled the taut bud of her nipple between his
calloused fingers.
    Sophie came, moaning as she
clamped around his fingers, squeezing rhythmically. All her muscles trembled as
pleasure poured through her, hot and sweet as honey. She shuddered in his
strong arms, pressing her mouth hard against his neck, tasting the salt of his
skin. The tidal wave of sensation seemed to cover her for long minutes while
she whimpered and panted.
    He was still completely dressed.
She was quaking in the aftermath of a truly spectacular orgasm, and Henry
hadn’t even removed his watch. It made her feel hot and shivery all over again.
He was murmuring to her, low words in another language. She didn’t understand
them. She didn’t care. They were rough, sweet, sexy words. He whispered them
between the soft kisses he rained down on her shoulders.
    “ C’è la mia bella ragazza .”
He picked her up. Sophie melted into his chest, clutching to his strength. His
lean muscles were taut against her skin, even through his shirt.
    “I don’t know what that means.”
    He nipped her lower lip. “It’s
not important.” Henry pivoted, crossing the small sitting room in two strides.
He pushed open the door with his foot, carrying her across the threshold into
his bedroom. Sophie gasped. The entire wall was windows, looking out over the
city.
    The bed was massive, a great lake
of a bed covered in a dark green blanket. She gave a small cry as Henry tossed
her lightly into the center of the vast mattress. Sophie watched as Henry
pulled off his shoes and socks and hastily tossed them aside before reaching
for his shirt. She reached out, touching the back of his hand.
    “Let me?”
    His hands dropped. “Do it then.
Undress me, Sophie.”
    She bit her lip, tugging the
shirt from his waistband, keeping her eyes on his face. Sophie opened each
button slowly, baring his chest inch by inch. When every button was undone, she
pulled his shirt open, shoving it off his wide shoulders and tugging it down
his arms.
    Henry pulled the sleeves free of
his wrists and dropped the shirt. His chest was muscled and lightly furred with
dark hair. Beneath the broad expanse, his stomach was flat