“You can handle it,” he murmured, breathless, against her thigh. “You deserve every second of this. You’ve been so brave. You earned this.”
Her second orgasm took longer, but when it hit, it nearly shattered her.
She screamed, full and raw, her legs trembling violently. He dropped the showerhead and caught her just before she collapsed.
He held her, water cascading over their bodies, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her neck.
Sofia straddled him right there on the shower floor, panting, her skin flushed and dripping. She looked wrecked. Beautifully ruined.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered, still dazed.
“Not tonight.” He kissed her nose. “We’ve got so many nights ahead. Tonight, I want you on top.”
She didn’t need to be told twice.
He laid back on the floor, letting her saddle him. She guided his cock to her entrance, both of them moaning as she slowly sank down onto him.
“Fuck,” he growled, hands gripping her hips. “You feel like heaven.”
She began to move, slow and deep at first, then faster, more desperate.
They didn’t stop kissing. They didn’t stop touching. Every inch of her moved with power, with purpose. She rode him like she was meant to be there, on top of him, owning him, loving him.
And Ilias, for the first time in years, thought:This is it.
This woman was everything.
And he never wanted her to stop.
35
SOFIA
Paradise – George Ezra
Was she dreaming?
Because if she was, Sofia never wanted to wake up.
Even though they’d barely registered the alarm for their flight to Margaret River, they’d somehow made it to the final stop of their Australian tour, and Sofia still felt drunk. Not from alcohol, but from everything Ilias had done to her body the night before. How he had touched her. Opened her. Ruined her, in the best way possible.
She still hadn’t said everything she felt for him, not fully. Not yet. But physically? She had surrendered. And he had taken everything she gave.
Last night, they hadn’t slept at all. Not even a minute. And this morning, she was deliciously sore between her thighs after nearly a year without sex. The final stretch with Thomas had been cold and empty; her body had shut him out long before the breakup.
But with Ilias?
She was awake. Lit from the inside. Every nerve ending was still humming. She couldn’t decide if it was him, the way he knew exactly how to make her come, again and again, or if it was simply the effect he had on her. Or both. All she knew was she wasn’t complaining.
On the five-hour flight west, they both passed out, hand in hand. Her head on his shoulder. Her mind lazily replaying the moment he’d used the showerhead on her clit while his tongue had been inside her, and his finger teasing her ass. She’d felt like she might implode from how much pleasure, how much feeling, he drew from her.
When she stirred from her nap, he was already awake, looking down at her with a soft grin.
He kissed her.
“And that was for?” she asked, licking her lips.
“Just because I can.”
