The afternoon sun cast golden light across her face, illuminating the way it contorted in pleasure.
“Harder,” she commanded, owning her desire.
I complied, driving into her with more force, watching her tits bounce beneath her dress with each thrust. The fabric was in the way, teasing me with what lay underneath. I reached for the thin straps, sliding them down her shoulders to reveal her perfect breasts.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, capturing her in a deep kiss, before leaning down to take one nipple in my mouth.
Her moans filled my bedroom as I sucked, and the sound drove straight to my core, urging me to thrust deeper, harder.
Her wetness increased with every stroke, coating both of us.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, her hands now in my hair, holding me against her breast. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I scraped my teeth against her flesh as I pumped in and out of her like a madman searching for sanity.
Her walls clenched around me in response, making my rhythm falter momentarily. The pressure building in me threatened to explode. I adjusted my angle to hit deeper while I tugged on her nipple with my teeth and pistoned into her, her arousal dripping down her thighs, creating an obscene soundtrack.
She grabbed at the nape of my head, meeting my every thrust with little noises that drove me mad.
Her eyes locked on me, glazed with desire.
“Come,” I ordered.
The word barely left my mouth before she was throwing her head back and crying out.
The sight of her like that—owning her pleasure—pushed me over the edge.
“Sophie,” I groaned against her neck, my hips jerking forward as my own release claimed me. I emptied myself inside her, each pulse sending violent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
I bit into her collarbone while we shuddered in each other’s arms.
“I think I should always wait for you in bed,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.
I let out a strangled sound. “I’m good with that.”
For several moments, we remained frozen in place, my forehead pressed against hers as we tried to catch our breath.
My heart pounded against my ribs while outside the windows, the afternoon unfolded as if I hadn’t just lost my heart and soul to this woman.
When our heartbeats finally regained some normalcy, I carried her into the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As soon as the water was hot, I led her into the shower with me. She sighed and tilted her head up to the water, wearing a blissful expression that I vowed to keep there forever.
Damn, I’m getting wimpy in my old age.
Taking the soap, I worked up a lather in my hands and started to massage her breasts. She wound her arms around me, giving me full access to her body, and that trust was my undoing.
I maneuvered her into the spray and let the water cascade down her porcelain skin before moving to soap my own body.
“I don’t think so.” She tsked and I raised my eyebrows. “You washed me, now I wash you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
I handed her the soap and she took it from me with unhurried care, her gaze flicking over me in slow, appreciative glances that made my skin prickle.
