She collapses into the couch, trying to catch her breath before I pull her up, holding her back to my chest. I push my hips into her ass and raise my hands to her breasts. I cup them, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers.
“Shit, Officer Keaton. I can’t take anymore.” She writhes under my touch. “I’m going to need you ready for another round.”
I lean down, kissing along her neck and down her shoulder. Moving her hair to one side, I follow the same path on the other. “I think we could make that happen.”
I stand back, letting her feet hit the floor before I let her go. Tugging on her hand, I pull her up the stairs and head to the bed.
But she stops me, pushing me down onto the steps halfway up.
She kneels a couple of steps below me, pulling her hair into a high messy bun on top of her head. Just that movement alone makes my dick twitch at what’s to come.
“What are you doing, Trouble?”
“I think we both know what I’m doing.” She grips my still semi-hard cock in her hand, gingerly stroking.
She looks up at me, her eyes hooded with lust, and then she swallows my cock into her mouth. Resting back on my elbows, I watch her drive me crazy.
“I like the way we taste together,” she says, licking her lips.
That does it for me, and my dick is ready to go again. Pulling her up into my lap, she straddles me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and leans down to take my lips with hers. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, I move back to the pillows, still holding us together. Our kisses are still needy and frantic. We can’t get enough of each other, and I’m insatiable when it comes to her body.
She leans on her knees on either side of my lap and slips down on top of me, taking my cock at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“You feel so fucking good, Goddess.” Holding her hips, I relish every sensation while kissing this beautiful woman. It’s more than physical with her.
I love her.
Is that why everything is so good with her? Feelings?
Shit. I love Sophia. I haven’t loved anyone since Melissa.
“Where’d you go?” She holds my cheeks in her palms. Concern covers her face, and she’s not moving anymore.
“I love you,” I blurt out.
She smiles wide, the smile that lets me know I’m in trouble with her. “Are you sure about that? You looked pretty terrified.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Was it my fantastic pussy that did it for you?” She chuckles.
“No. It was you. The way you care for me. The way you match me tit for tat. You’re perfect. And made your way into my heart even if I didn’t want you to.” I roll my eyes at her.
“You did the same to me. I wanted to keep my walls up, but it was impossible.” She kisses me, pushing me down into the pillows. “I love you too, Officer Keaton, even if I tried not to.”
“Show me,” I say, smirking into our kiss.
“Happily.” She sits up, spinning on my cock so she can ride me reverse cowgirl style, her glorious ass on showcase for me as I watch myself slide in and out of her.
My fingers dig deep into her skin, probably leaving fingertip-sized bruises on her hips, marking her skin.
“Wyatt.” She moans my name and moves faster. I lift my hips to match her speed. “Oh, God.”
Her peaked nipples graze on my legs as she bounces. All her muscles tighten around me, and I know she’s close.
I pull her off me, not letting her come. “Not yet, Goddess.”
