In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.
Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.
A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.
Those who are not able to see the heart will be blind to the soul. ….
Excerpt - Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.
Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.
Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.
“I know” Sophia’s hands softly ran against either cheek, “Like this”, Strawberry scented lips motioned downward to left cheek with a pair of kisses, “And, it’s only beginning” Right cheek wasn’t kissed, but tongue tip tapped against it lightly, “Make love to me, Dale”.
Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.
Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.
A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.
Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.
Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.
Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.
She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady.
Painted nails unbuckled and unzipped those black pants, as she got on her knees for Dale.
Attentive and loving, Sophia’s mouth met Dale’s flesh with loving care. Dale’s dark eyes gazed down at her, as blue eyes became locked upward in a dance of lust.
Dale felt that grand expansion, as a moan flowed forth, “Sophia….” - end of excerpt
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Published June 17, 2012
by Smashwords, Inc..
Romance, Literature & Fiction.