"Christ, Sophia." His jaw clenches as he fights for control. "You feel incredible. Never felt anything this good."
Lorenzo
The third time catches me completely off guard.
I'm half-asleep, body still humming from round two, when Sophia's hand wraps around my cock. Again. Christ, this woman is going to kill me.
"Already?" My voice comes out rough, disbelieving.
She turns those honey eyes on me, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I need you."
And fuck if that doesn't make me instantly hard. Every single time. Like I'm eighteen again instead of thirty-four.
"You're insatiable." But I'm already pulling her against me, already drowning in the taste of her mouth.
This time she pushes me onto my back, straddling my thighs. The sight of her above me, skin flushed and hair wild, makes my cock throb.
"I want to try something," she says, then turns around.
Holy fuck.
She positions herself facing away from me. The view is absolutely devastating. Her perfect ass right there, the elegant curve of her spine, the way her hair falls forward as she reaches between her legs to grip me.
"Sophia..." My hands find her hips automatically, fingers digging into soft flesh.
She lowers herself slowly, taking me inch by inch. From this angle, I can see everything. See myself disappearing inside her, see how her body stretches to accommodate me. My hands itch to smack that perfect ass, to mark it red with my handprints, but I hold back. She's still new to this. Still discovering what she likes. There'll be time for that later.
"Oh God," she gasps as she sinks down completely. "You feel even bigger like this."
She starts to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both groan. Her movements are not practiced but the enthusiasm more than makes up for it. She rides me like she's been starving for this her whole life.
"That's it, baby." My thumbs stroke her lower back. "Take what you need."
And she does. She bounces on my cock with abandon, those perfect ass cheeks flexing with each movement. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room. I watch myself slide in and out of her.
"Lorenzo," she moans, grinding down harder. "It feels so good."
Her pace increases, desperate and needy. One of her hands reaches forward to grip my thigh for leverage, nails digging in. The slight pain only adds to the pleasure.
I'm not going to last. Not with this view, not with the way she's moving, not with those little whimpers she makes every time she takes me deep. My balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.
"Sophia, I'm close." My grip on her hips tightens. "I'm going to?—"
"Yes," she gasps, grinding down harder. "Please."
But I can't come inside her. That's asking for trouble neither of us is ready for.
With effort that nearly kills me, I lift her off my cock. She whines at the loss, but I'm already stroking myself.
I come hard, spurting across my own stomach and chest. Rope after rope of cum paints my skin as I groan her name. Sophia watches over her shoulder, eyes dark with fascination.
"Next time," she says, voice full of promise, "I want to watch you do that up close."
Jesus Christ. This woman. She collapses beside me, curling into my side despite the mess. Her fingers trace lazy patterns through the cum on my chest, and the sight is obscene and perfect all at once.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," I warn, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Worth it." She yawns, finally showing signs of exhaustion. "So worth it."
