I hum. “You did do exactly as I asked,” I say, pretending to ponder my next move even as I crawl up the bed and settle on my knees between her legs. “You look so beautiful, baby,” I croon, running my hands down her inner thighs.

Sophie opens her eyes, relief passing like a wave over her face when she sees me. She’s so slick when she slides her fingers into herself again. “Can you take more?” I ask.

“Please,” she says, breathless.

I lean over her, slipping my middle finger in with her. Her inner thighs and ass are soaked with her arousal. She’s hot and snug around me.

“Another one.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Another.” Her tone is commanding, even as her chest heaves. “It will hurt more not to feel you.”

I take her nipple in my mouth as I slip another finger inside her and she cries out.

“You want my mouth too?”

She nods. “Hurry.”

I crawl down her body, sucking her clit, and watching her as she watches me. A flush moves like a wave up her chest and neck as her thighs tighten around my shoulders. She’s supple in my hands. The way she gives herself over is the strongest, bravest thing I’ve ever seen and I know I should strike the iron while it’s hot, lick her and fuck her and make her come, but I’m a little too selfish for that. She’s beautiful and trembling as I slow my fingers against hers, blow softly across her hot flesh. I want to keep her here, on the edge of everything, for a moment longer.

She releases a frustrated growl. Her fingers keep moving, fruitlessly against mine, her legs thrash. “Amy,” she says against the back of her teeth.

I laugh into her skin, sucking and leaving gentle bites along the insides of her thighs.

“Don’t be mad,” I whisper. Slowly, I give her what she wants and the frustration leaks from her body. Anticipation curls her toes, tightens her thighs. “You look so beautiful when you fall apart.”

But it’s so much more than that. Because soon everything will start to change—our little restaurant will be in front of television cameras—and I want to hold on to us, just us, as tight as I can for a few more moments.

Now that we have the chance at everything we’ve ever wanted laid out in front of us, I’m starting to realize, maybe I didn’t want it at all. Maybe I just wanted her.

I curl my fingers inside her, press down on her stomach, suck at her clit and she’s so close I can taste it.

“Amy?” She gasps. “I’m gonna... I think... Amy.” She grabs at my hair, my hand on her tummy, the bed cover. “I think I’m gonna...”

And when she comes it’s everything. The long column of her throat, glistening in sweat, her body clenching my fingers so hard. She comes all over me, screams a sound I’ve never heard before. Like if pleasure was a noise. She comes forever, until she’s nothing but soft skin and liquid muscle. The bedsheets are soaked and so is my chin.