His heartbeat thunders against my hand, strong and frantic, and for the first time since I started undressing him, I feel him truly breathe with me—shaky, but here. Present. Mine.
I shift forward, straddling his lap, and slowly drag my wet slit along the thick length of his cock. The slick heat of me glides over him, coating every inch as I rock my hips in a slow, deliberate tease.
Reth’s breath hitches sharply, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise, but he doesn’t pull me down—he just watches me with that burning stare that can so easily undo me.
“I love you,” I murmur, reach between us, and wrap my fingers around him.
The moment I touch him, a violent shudder runs through his entire body. His hips jerk up involuntarily, a low, broken groan coming from deep within his chest—raw, almost pained. His head falls back against the pillow for a second, eyes squeezing shut as if the pleasure is too much, too dangerous.
“Sophia—” His voice cracks. Ragged. Breathless. When he forces his eyes back open, they’re wild, pupils blown wide. “Fuck.”
I stroke him slowly, from base to tip, twisting my wristat the swollen head, teasing the sensitive underside with my thumb. His cock throbs hot and heavy in my palm, veins standing out, the head flushing darker with every pass.
“I can feel you,” I whisper, stroking him again, spreading the slick bead of precum down his length. “So hard for me. Only me.”
He makes a wrecked noise, hips twitching helplessly, chasing my touch even as shame flickers across his face.
“I shouldn’t—after what she?—”
“Shh.” I tighten my grip, stroking him firmer, faster, watching his abs tense and ripple, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.
“This is mine. This cock is mine. Feel how it reacts to me. Not her. Never her again.”
His eyes squeeze shut for a heartbeat, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, but I keep stroking him—slow, deliberate, torturous—until his breath comes in short, desperate pants.
When I swipe my thumb over the sensitive slit again, pressing just right, his whole body jerks hard and his hips buck up into my fist.
“God—Sophia.” His voice is shredded, almost unrecognizable. “It feels too good. I don’t deserve—fuck.”
“You do.” I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear while my hand keeps working him, twisting and stroking with perfect pressure. “You deserve to feel good. You deserve my hands on you. My mouth. My pussy. Let me take care of you. Let me erase her.”
A broken sound vibrates from his throat—half moan, half sob—and his hips start rolling up into my fist, chasing the pleasure like a man starved for it.
His handsslide up my thighs, gripping hard, fingers trembling as he fights to stay present. Sweat beads on his forehead. His cock throbs violently in my hand, leaking steadily now, the head slick and flushed.
I rise up on my knees, position the thick head of his cock at my entrance, and sink down slowly.
We both moan as he stretches me open, thick and hot and perfect. Inch by inch, I take him until he’s buried to the hilt, my walls fluttering and clenching around his girth. For a long moment, I stay there, letting him feel me wrapped around him completely—warm, slick, and utterly his.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper when his lids start to flutter. “Stay right here with me.”
I begin to move. Slow, rolling movements of my hips at first, grinding my clit against him with every downward stroke. His hands tighten on my ass, guiding me as I ride him, but his eyes never leave mine. I can see the storm in them—shame trying to drag him under, pleasure fighting to pull him back to me.
“God, Sophia…” he groans, voice low and wrecked. “You feel so good… so tight and warm around me.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and ride him harder, watching his face, his eyes, his mouth. For a second, his gaze drops mine, focusing on the ceiling above me, and I go down, pressing my breasts against his skin, roll my hips and kiss him deeply. Tongues sliding and tasting, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
“You feel so good inside me,” I gasp against his mouth. “So thick. So perfect. This cock was made for me. Only me.”
“Fuck.” His hips start thrusting up to meet me, drivingdeeper, and I moan loudly, letting him hear exactly what he does to me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, riding him faster, my pussy making wet, obscene sounds around him. “Claim me. Show me who this body belongs to now.”
His control snaps.
He flips us suddenly, pressing me into the mattress, thrusting deep and hard. Every stroke is possessive, like he’s trying to fuck the memory of her out of both of us.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
