hips and surge up to fill her all at once. But she’d given me so much tonight, and I wanted to give her something I usually held tightly—control.
“Beautiful.” I looked down between us and watched my cock inching into her pussy. “Just fucking beautiful.”
She smiled so sweetly before closing her eyes. Then in one swift motion, she sank all the way down, sucking me into her body until her ass was flush with my lap.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.
Sophia’s eyes fluttered open. I probably sounded like the biggest pussy ever, but I swear the moment felt holy. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her skin so creamy and radiant, and a single ray of light shone across her body. She looked angelic, and even though she was on top, there was something in her face that let me know she’d just surrendered.
“I…I….” she said.
I smiled. “I know, baby.”
We began to move together. Sophia rocked back and forth, and I thrust up and down. She was wrapped around me so tight, it felt like a fist gripping my cock.
“Weston…” she moaned. “More…”
Fuck yes.
I lifted her until the tip of my cock was barely inside her. Then in one swift motion, I pulled her down on top of me hard.
She moaned again.
So I did it a second time.
Another moan.
I lifted again, and this time, when I yanked her back down onto my cock, I thrust up at the same time.
She moaned louder.
Over and over, we grinded and gasped, pushed and pulled, slammed in and slid out, until I could no longer tell the end of Sophia’s moan and the beginning of her next. It all became one beautiful song.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and the wall of her muscles clenched down around me. “Wes…”
“Right here, baby. Right here.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
She stuttered. “Come…come inside me. Come now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. With one last thrust, I planted myself to the root. My body shook, consumed with everything Sophia—her smell, her taste, the way she moaned my name over and over as she came all over my cock, the feeling of her nails digging into my back, her tits pressed against my chest, her ass cheeks resting on my balls. I was utterly and completely lost in this moment…in this woman.
“Soph…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Soph…fuck.”
A few tears might’ve leaked out as I unloaded inside of her. It was absolutely, positively, the most fan-fucking-tastic orgasm of my life.
After, Sophia was completely spent. Her body slumped into mine, and her head nuzzled against my chest as we attempted to catch our breath.
My dick apparently thought it was a volcano that had just erupted. It trembled with aftershocks, jerking and sputtering its last bits of hot lava.
Sophia looked up at me with a smile that could only be described as delirious. “Are you doing that? Making it move like that?”
I chuckled. “No. It’s got a mind of its own.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my lips, and sighed. “That was really nice.”
I arched a brow. “Nice?”
“Yeah. What else should I call it? Nice is…nice.”
I clutched my hand to my chest like I was in pain. “That hurts.”
She giggled. “Outstanding? Is that better.”
“A little.”
“How about orgasmic. Does that work?”
“You’re getting warmer. Keep going.”
“Epic. It was epic.”
“What else you got?”
“Phenomenal? Earth shattering? Extraordinary?”
I shifted and gently lifted her off me. Cradling her in my arms, I stood, causing her to yelp in surprise. But the smile on her face told me she loved every minute of it.
“What are you doing?” She giggled.
I carried her to the top of the bed and laid her in the middle of it before climbing on top and nudging her legs open with my knee. “I’m going to fuck the nice out of you.”
She answered through a laugh. “That might take a while. I’m pretty nice, you know.”
I smiled. “That’s okay. I’m good at what I do. You know, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some get to have greatness thrust inside them.”
Sophia giggled. “Pretty sure Shakespeare said some get to have greatness thrust upon them.”
Weston winked. “Maybe later we can do that, too.”
Chapter 17
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Sophia
The next morning started the same way last night had ended—with Weston inside of me. Though something had changed between us. Instead of a frenzied race to cross the finish line, we took our time, exploring each other’s bodies. There was an intimacy now that hadn’t been there before.
I rested my head on