So carefree and beautiful in my arms.
And at that moment, she was mine.
For one moment, our eyes met, and then our lips crashed back together. My hands closed around her breasts and squeezed. Hers went to my zipper. Her fingers delved inside, closing around the base of my cock, and it was my turn to moan.
Only my groan sounded like a prayer that just happened to be her name.
Freeing me, she lifted herself. Sliding the thick, already leaking head of my cock to her wet opening. She moved slowly, sliding down inch by torturous inch.
Groaning, I fought the urge to slam up into her and instead brought my lips to the hollow of her throat. I sipped at it, tasting the sweet, but bitter taste of her perfume and under it, her skin. And it was her skin that I couldn’t get enough of.
The smell of it, the taste of it. Hell, the feel of it. I would never get enough of it.
I kissed and licked and sucked at that perfect skin as she slid slowly down the length of my cock.
“Oh,” she mumbled. It wasn’t even a word, but it sounded like a plea as she finally seated herself fully on me.
Quickly, I scanned her face. She looked bewildered, lost in pleasure, and I realized why.
We had never done it like this before.
“Take what you need.” It might take all of my self-control not to grab her, flip her down, and plough into her tight pussy, but I wanted it like this as much as she did.
We both needed it.
“Use me, Sophia,” I prompted when she didn’t move.
“You’re so big,” she murmured the words all men needed to hear. Well, most men anyway. I didn’t need her to stroke my ego. I needed her to use her tight pussy to stroke up and down my shaft.
“Take your time.” My hand slid up and down her back. “Relax and let your body get used to the feel of me.”
The words had barely left my mouth before she started moving. Slowly at first, tiny little rolls of her hips that made me want to scream with frustration.
“That’s it, baby.” My hands closed around her hips. “Take it how you need it.”
She did. Slowly at first, and then harder and faster as her body got used to me and her confidence grew, and the entire time, I didn’t take my eyes away from her face. I didn’t even want to blink because it was like watching magic happen.
Her face showed everything. Every time a moan ripped its way out of her throat, her eyelashes fluttered, and her lips became pouty.
“I need…” She was panting now, little bursts of breath that sounded shaky. Her movements became jerkier.
She was losing control, her release close, and I couldn’t wait to see how her face looked when she did.
“Then fuck me, Sophia.” Grabbing her hands, I pressed them to my chest. “Fuck me harder and take what you need. I am yours.”
Her nails dug into my chest as she lifted herself almost fully off, only to spear herself over and over again, and this time, I couldn’t help but piston my hips up to meet her.
Our bodies came together wetly, and it was the hottest sound I had ever heard.
Thrashing, her thigh muscles trembling, Sophia moaned my name like a prayer, and her walls tightened around me. There was nowhere to go, nothing but her and those violent flutters as her pussy gripped me like a vice and her voice called out to me like I was her god.
And I’d been wrong because it wasn’t the sound of our bodies coming together that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. It was the sound of her screaming my name as she came that was.
That was a sound I would never get sick of.
I jerked upward, the force of her orgasm pushing me over the edge. There was no time for anything, no time to pull out, and spill my seed over her stomach.
I groaned, hooking my arm around her waist. I pulled her in close and crashed my lips back to hers. My tongue invaded her mouth to tangle with hers as I painted her insides with my release.
