Magnus gasped as her soft, tight channel enveloped him, his hips arching upward instinctively.
“It hurts…” Her hands pressed against his chest, voice breaking, “I—I'm doing this for the first time.” Her eyes glistened with a hint of intoxication as she looked at him, vulnerability mixed with desire.
He froze for a moment, surprised by her confession.
She began to move, sliding up and down, slowly at first, then finding a rhythm that matched his own urgency. She started moving, thrusting slowly at first, struggling to fit him fully, then staying still for a few heartbeats to adjust. Once she settled, she began sliding over him in long, measured motions. Her hips roseand fell, faster and then slower, feeling every inch of him inside her.
Moments later, she began to ride him with her own rhythm, a mix of teasing and urgency. Her back arched, face falling backward as soft moans escaped her lips, voice failing to stay quiet. Each movement sent shivers through his body, every thrust burning through him.
“Ahhhh…” Finally, she cried out, collapsing against his chest as her climax hit her.
He gasped in hunger. His hips arched roughly, thrusting deep into her again, hitting her most sensitive spot. The sudden intensity made her whimper and move again, this time sliding slowly over him, teasing and testing his patience.
He opened his eyes to meet hers, filled with both longing and challenge. “Faster… do it faster,” he growled, voice rough with need. She ignored him at first, continuing her slow pace, then gradually picked up speed. Her movements became uncontrollable, pounding down on him, sliding off and back on, each thrust harder and faster.
“Free my hands… I want to touch you” he gasped, desperate, but she didn’t listen, completely lost in the haze of pleasure and control. Her body shook, riding him, drawing every groan and shudder from him.
Finally, he reached his limit—hips giving way, chest heaving, and his hard, throbbing shaft softened, spent beneath her.
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, grinding slowly against him, teasing him mercilessly. Her hips rolled over him, feeling him throb deep inside her.
He strained against the ties, muscles flexing, but she was completely in charge, her hands gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady. “Look at me,” she whispered, voice husky, and he obeyed instantly, eyes fixed on hers, burning with need.
Sophia leaned down, brushing her lips across his collarbone and down his chest, letting him feel her soft warmth sliding over him. Then, she lowered herself slightly, taking him fully inside her again, and began a slow, teasing rhythm. Her movements were torturous—never fast enough for him, never gentle enough to let him relax.
His hips arched instinctively, but she pressed down, controlling the depth and pace. Magnus groaned, chest heaving, every nerve on fire. She pinched his nipples with one hand while using her hips to rub him, her mouth close to his ear, whispering, “Be good.”
Unable to take it any longer, he jerked against the ties, trying to buck up, but she leaned even closer, pressing her body against his, riding him with slow, grinding circles that left him gasping. His breaths came in ragged bursts, every exhale a plea for more.
Sophia smirked, sensing his desperation, and increased the pace, bouncing lightly at first, then harder, each motion forcing him deeper into pleasure. The control was entirely hers—his hands restrained, his body vulnerable beneath her, every groan and shiver a reaction to her dominance.
“Look at yourself,” she teased, voice low and commanding. “So helpless… and you love it.”
Magnus could only groan, head tilted back against the headboard, eyes dark with need. His hips twitched involuntarily, every inch of him straining toward her, but Sophia slowed justat the edge of his release, drawing out his torment, her body a perfect mix of tease and control.
She leaned down again, brushing her lips over his ear and whispering, “I decide when you come… and it’s not now.” Her hands slid to his chest, then down to his thighs, teasing, pulling him closer, making sure he felt every inch of her.
Magnus’s chest heaved, wrists stretched tight against the headboard, every muscle trembling with need. Sophia leaned down, her weight pressing into him, her breasts brushing his chest as she sank fully onto his length again. The wet heat of her body wrapped around him, making every movement feel impossibly deep.
She began a slow, torturous grind, hips circling over him, teasing him at the edge of control. His groans filled the room, raw and desperate, but she didn’t let him take over—her hands pressed against his chest, holding him down, keeping him pinned beneath her.
Magnus arched, straining against the ties, trying to thrust up, but Sophia held herself perfectly over him, teasing and controlling every motion. She leaned forward, her lips tracing his jawline, down to his neck, biting lightly before pulling back. Every flick of her tongue, every grinding motion drove him closer to the edge.
Then, without warning, she shifted her hips, taking him fully deep in one hard thrust, and he groaned, chest tight, body trembling. She moved faster now, bouncing lightly at first, then harder.
“Sophia! Fuck!” Magnus’s moans became desperate, his hips twitching involuntarily, but she held herself steady, not letting him find release too soon. Her hands slid from his chest to hisshoulders, gripping, guiding, ensuring every inch of him felt her control.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, grinding down, and Magnus let out a ragged cry, wrists straining against the ties. She slid down slightly to press her lips against his collarbone.
The pace increased, harder, faster, her body rocking over his. His legs trembled, his hips bucking against her with every desperate thrust, but she kept him in check, teasing him mercilessly. His breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, every exhale a plea for release.
Finally, just when he thought he couldn’t take another second, Sophia leaned forward, pressing her chest to his, grinding slowly at the exact spot that made him quake, drawing out his desperation to the absolute limit.
Magnus groaned, body taut with need, veins pulsing, completely at her mercy. And then, with one sudden, controlled motion, she lifted herself slightly, aligned perfectly, and drove down onto him with a deep, precise thrust that sent him over the edge.
“Jesus—!” he barked, wrists straining, chest heaving, every muscle trembling as waves of ecstasy ripped through him. His release was intense, his body shaking violently under her, and yet she didn’t stop—she rode him through every shudder, keeping him entirely hers.
When at last he was spent, collapsing against the headboard, breath ragged and voice broken, Sophia leaned down, chest pressed to his, whispering against his lips, “Again.”
