She felt the flood of warmth deep within, and then he lowered himself down onto her, face pressed into her neck. Cock softening but still buried between her thighs.
His breathing slowed from a pant to a deep and steady rhythm, but still he didn’t speak. Sophie wondered idly if he had fallen asleep, but she enjoyed the comfort of his embrace to much to try to move.
– – –
Sophie opened her eyes a crack, to see the sun streaming in through her window, the warmth was heavenly and she stretched into it lazily. To her right lay her pink cotton scarf and she rubbed her eyes at the memory.
“Hmmmmmm.”
She groaned, feeling the bruised muscles of her inner thighs complain gently as she moved. A pleasant reminder of the previous night. Her hands moved instinctively to cup herself, and she smiled as she recalled James’ soft and hot mouth against her.
“You look how I feel.”
“ARGH!”
Sophie sat bolt upright and saw James on his side at the edge of the small bed, propped up on one elbow, and eyes bright.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His mouth turned up but he tried to disguise his laugh.
“I didn’t…I forgot you were here. Did we just…fall asleep?” She stumbled over the words.
“Think so, I don’t remember much after…well, you know.”
He stretched out like a Cheshire Cat, full grin now, and Sophie watched unabashed as his muscles rippled. The sheet covered him just over his hips, but slung low, to reveal the shadow of dark hair trailing from his bellybutton downwards.
“…you’ve gone quiet on me again.”
Sophie’s eyes flicked up to his and found concern.
“You…it surprised me, last night. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Really? I thought it was obvious on set. I’m sorry, I was hard as a rock before I knew it and I couldn’t stop thinking about slipping that stupid underwear to the side and then you pressed back into me and just…I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to jump you like I did, I just wanted to apologise and try to forget it.”
“It’s ok. I guess it’s normal when you’re filming like that.”
“What? No it’s not. Not at all. I’ve filmed a hundred sex scenes and never felt like that. It’s usually just fucking awkward and you spend the entire time worried about if it looks ok and if you’re making the right noises!” He laughed but his brow stayed lightly furrowed as he looked to her for a reply.
Sophie couldn’t find the words she wanted to put him at ease. Her stomach fluttered and she found the heat between her legs intensifying as he spoke. He’d wanted her. They’d fucked. For real.
All she knew is that she didn’t want him to leave yet. Didn’t want to go back to the awkwardness she knew would now be awaiting her for the entirety of the shoot. Could she even keep this job now?
Putting a stop to the runaway train of thoughts, she did the only thing she could think of and leaned down to gently press her lips to his.
He let them linger for a moment, bringing his hand up to grasp her face before he pulled away.
“You continue to surprise me.”
“Fuck!”
“Yes I was hoping to.”
“No, the time. It’s 7 and we’ve got the rest of that scene. Shit.”
Sophie was already out of bed and heading to the shower. She heard James’ musical laugh as she left and allowed herself to grin as she caught sight of her post-sex hair in the bathroom mirror.