“Maybe this is the start of something wonderful,” she purrs.
I’m starting to feel like maybe this conversation is going somewhere exciting. I put my hands on her hips and smile down at her. This would be the perfect end to a stressful day if Sofia is saying what I think she’s saying. I test the waters by kissing her, and she responds exactly as I hoped.
Standing in the middle of my living room, she slides her hands around my collar until her fingers link behind my neck. She rises on her toes to extend the kiss. I place my palm on the small of her back, loving the loose cotton of the dress she’s wearing. It’s so erotic, even though it’s simple and conservative. I can imagine it balled up on the floor of my bedroom, and that gets me even more excited.
“Would you like to spend the night?” I whisper.
“I thought you would never ask,” she replies.
In that moment, I know that we’re going all the way. I can take my time, considering that all the dishes are being handled and the door that separates me from the rest of my family is closed. Sofia and I are all alone, with the luxury of an entire evening ahead of us.
I slide my fingers up her back, tracing the curve of her spine up to her neck. Running my thumb across the tiny hairs at the base of her scalp, I lose myself to her touch. She nibbles on my bottom lip, promising me a world of pleasure. I open my mouth wide, eager to taste her. She’s even sweeter than the pie we shared, full of life and love. My crotch responds automatically, drawing heat from her body as we grind together.
I scoop her up, wanting a better angle to approach the situation. Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her gently on top of the covers. She rises up onto her knees, pulling me close. We kiss again, until my lips tingle from the pressure. I reach down to grasp the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head.
She sits before me in just her underwear and bra. I’ve never seen a creature so beautiful. All the times we made out in the past, I only caught glimpses of her true radiance. But here in my bedroom, she’s on display.
I slide a hand beneath her hair, capturing the length of her neck in one palm. Sealing my lips over hers again, I trace the curve of her throat down to her collarbone and then left across her shoulder. Sliding one finger beneath her bra strap, I tease the fabric away from her skin before removing it completely.
She moans softly, dragging her nails through my hair. We’re of one mind, hungry yet patient, knowing that all good things come to those who wait. She lies back as I slide her panties down her thighs, spreading her legs in an invitation I can’t refuse. I lower myself on top of her, abandoning everything in pursuit of pleasure. She feels so warm and vulnerable. I’m honored that she’s decided to share this intimate moment with me.
As if responding to my deference, she grabs me by the ears and forces her tongue between my lips. I’m caught off guard bythe ferocity of her assault, yet it only serves to get me hotter. I kiss her deeply, drunk off her touch. Holding back a moment, I struggle with my shirt. It seems to thwart me, refusing to release its buttons.
Sofia smiles, giving me a hand. Together, we manage to toss the garment away, not caring where it lands. She encircles me with her arms, pressing her nearly naked chest to mine. The heat of her skin sends me to another plane, my head dizzy with lust. We roll over on the bed, sinking into the mattress with our combined weight.
Sofia comes out on top, riding me like some kind of sultry cowgirl. She folds herself over me, her tits brushing my chest. She kisses my lips briefly, working her way down my chin to my throat. I raise my head, giving her unfettered access. Placing a hand against the back of her skull, I follow her down as she progresses past my chest, toward my waistline. I didn’t anticipate this turn of events, but I’m helpless to stop her.
I feel her fingers at my fly and close my eyes to the sound of a zipper peeling apart. I lift my hips to allow her to pull my pants down, wondering how I managed to find someone so amazing. She doesn’t stop with my pants but tugs my underwear off in the same stroke. Now I’m completely naked, lying beneath her. This isn’t what I expected; it’s so much better. I’m having a hard time focusing.
She grasps my cock in one hand, and I’m instantly hard. I feel her lick the tip so gently it hurts. She blows a cool stream of air across it, sending me flying toward the heavens. I’m consumed with need as she lowers her lips around the crown, sucking down with devilish speed.
Her mouth is so warm it nearly causes me to come right then and there. I have to press my eyes shut and focus on unimportant things to avoid ending the evening too quickly. My hand is still pressed to her head, stroking her hair as she devours my dick. Up and down, she goes, swallowing me deeper each time. I want to cry out, but I’ve lost all ability to breathe.
A moment later, I have to stop her. This is getting out of hand. I want to pleasure her too, and I’m determined that our first time together should be a night to remember. I grip her by the shoulder, gently peeling her away from her work. She’s surprised, but allows me to guide her over onto her back.
I lower myself on top of her, trying not to rush things. As long as the two of us are together, time stands still. I want the experience to last as long as possible. But there’s something else I have planned.
I kiss her nose, gazing down at her flushed face. “I love you,” I say. And before she can respond, I ease myself between her legs.
She’s hot and wet, just as I’d hoped. It looks like she got off on sucking my cock. That’s just one more thing that gets me excited, and it doesn’t bother me that she isn’t immediately responding to my words.
My hard-on presses through her wet folds, gliding down at a steady pace. I’m not trying to hurt her, but I’m not sparing any extra seconds either. I’ve got a one-track mind, and it’s on a crash landing into her core.
The moment our hipbones lock, I can’t dive any further. Her warmth envelops me, chasing away all other thoughts. She opens her arms, sliding her palms up my shoulders. She digs into the meat of my biceps, her eyes pressed shut. I think shelooks even more beautiful than ever, now that she’s host to my desire.
She spreads her legs even further, wrapping them around my backside to hold me tight. I gain another few centimeters within her, causing waves of delight to rocket through me. This is what I’ve been waiting for. All those conversations we had late at night, all the holding and the kissing has been leading up to this. I’m finally right where I want to be, and nothing could possibly cause me to move.
Except that I can’t stay still any longer. The crescendo of my lust overtakes me, forcing me into action. I draw my hips back, feeling her slip away. Then I thrust back down again, covering my shaft with her juices.
“Frankie!” she cries out.
I don’t care if anyone hears us. We’re all adults in this household, and the worst I’ll get is a few subtle jokes. I’m going to ride her like there’s no tomorrow, like the only thing that matters is our love.
The headboard smacks against the wall as our flesh comes into contact again. I lose myself to the pursuit of pleasure. I only want her, nobody else. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
The harder I thrust, the more intense my desire becomes. Soon, I can’t see straight, and I have to close my eyes to rely on my more primitive senses. A moment later, Sofia cries out. I feel her walls tighten around me with a pulsing rhythm that signals her climax.
She grips me with an intensity that sends me over the edge. Stretched out beneath me, her body relaxes, its seductive contours available for whatever I have planned. But I’m too closeto my release to be creative. Instead, I drill my cock deep and rejoice as the climax floods my body. In one blinding instant, I shatter, emptying me of all the anxiety and troubles I’ve been holding onto.
