I grab a sleep mask, slipping it over her eyes and adjusting it snugly behind her head, letting it serve as a blindfold. Her breath hitches, sharp and telling, and I lean down, brushing my lips against her ear. “You okay?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.
“Yes,” she whispers, her words a soft promise. “I trust you.”
The words ignite, deep inside me, a primal need to claim her, to make her feel things she’s never felt before. My hands skim down her body, caressing her curves and scars, every inch of her.
I swallow a hard nipple, flicking it with my tongue and rolling the other between my fingers. I suck and pull at them, making Sophia squirm under me, moaning. Her gasps fuel my hunger, and I switch sides, cupping one breast, still humid from my lips, as I devour the other.
Sophia’s body undulates, the sweet aroma of her pleasure filling my nostrils. I abandon her breasts to crawl down her body to her pussy, starving for her taste. “Come for me, pet,” I command, and she delivers.
I drape her long, glorious legs over my shoulders and drink her orgasms. They come in waves, and I can’t stop feasting on her. The harder I suck her clit, the more she gives me. When her moans turn to groans, she’s reached her limit.
I kneel on the mattress, giving her a breather and myself time to watch her. A subtle quiver makes Sophia’s body vibrate as she tackles the chain reactions I’ve set out. This feeling, this notion that I can give her this much pleasure is intoxicating. I don’t need any additional stimuli to want to fuck this woman. Right now, I’m hungrier than a man stranded in a desert.
I move to stand beside the bed and rip off my clothes in record time. “Brace yourself, pet. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast.”
She trembles from head to toe as I climb on the bed again. I undo the knot on her wrists, keeping the blindfold on.
“On all fours,” I bark the order, sliding a condom on my erection and positioning myself behind her.
My own release has been coiling up inside me so tightly I know I won’t last long. With a swift thrust, I impale myself in her tight pussy. “God! You’re so fucking hot!” I slap the right side of her ass.
“Ray!” She wails as her walls squeeze me and the smell of another orgasm wafts between us.
“You like it rough, pet?” I smack her left ass cheek. Her flesh jiggles as the contractions multiply inside her sex. “Just like I enjoy it too.”
I set up a frantic rhythm, pushing and pulling my hips, my hands alternating between slapping her butt, yanking at her hair, and digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The harsher I get, the louder she moans. All the while, her wet pussy devours my hard cock.
“You’re. Made. For. This!” I say, my words a guttural growl as I drive into her, marking each word with a deep thrust forward. My dick swells to a painful size.
Her legs and arms shake. “I can’t take it anymore, sir,” she whispers.
“Almost there!” I promise seconds before my release explodes deep inside her body. The rubber casing can barely contain the hot jets as I unload.
With black-and-white spots swimming in my vision, I slow down my movements. White-hot pleasure scorches me, pumping my blood so fast that I feel like floating. The next moments become a dreamlike reality where our bodies entangle. I pull Sophia up to kiss her senseless.
I want to devour her.
I want us to become one.
I want us to fuck like this forever.
For now, I’m content with these earth-shattering sensations that still vibrate through my muscles. As the intensity subsides, we lie tangled together until my heart returns to its regular rhythm.
I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom. The cold tile under my feet is a sharp contrast to the heat still radiating from my skin. I grab a clean cloth, wet it with warm water, and return to Sophia.
She stirs as I gently run the cloth over her skin, cleaning her of the mess we’ve made. Her eyes flutter open because the blindfold has fallen, and I’ve no idea when. She watches me with a softness that makes my chest ache.
“You don’t have to do this,” she states, her voice rough with exhaustion.
“I want to,” I reply, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder.
Once I’m done, I throw the cloth in the wastebasket and grab a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, massaging it into her reddened skin. With a soft sigh, she smiles as her body relaxes under my touch.
“You’re full of surprises,” she praises me.
I chuckle. “Better get used to it.”
The confession surprises the hell out of me, but I own it. It is true I want more from her than this night. The idea terrifies me. However, I’m too tired to worry about that.
