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“You okay?” I ask, worried the cry could be from pain. But Sofia smiles down at me sweetly and nods.
“I’m perfect,” she says and starts rolling her hips, first slowly, then incrementally picking up the pace.
She bends over me so our lips can connect again. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, and the sensation of invading her mouth with my tongue and having my dick deep inside her—those two critical points of contact are everything I never knew I was missing.
I’m afraid her lips are bruising from our rough making out while she rides me, and my entire body is a live wire. I can’t lay here any longer. I have to regain control before I’m too far gone. I sit up and handle her until I’m on top, dipping my head to take her tan nipple between my teeth. Her back bows off the mattress, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth, forcing me to growl against her flesh.
Her hand grips my hair, pulling it tightly, and she brings me up to her face so she can nip my lip again. Then she smiles up at me and bites that lip of hers. I slam into her with deeper, rougher strokes, forcing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her body convulses under me, and I sit up so I can watch her writhing in ecstasy, oblivious to anything but the climax taking over her body.
When the spasms ebb, I pull out from her and make quick work of flipping her on her stomach, and, probably with too much force, pull her back by the hips until she’s kneeling at the edge of the bed.
Her ass is fucking perfect. I massage each cheek, taking a moment for a deep breath, because fuck, I want this to last forever.
But then Sofia reaches down with one hand to play with herself, and it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She scoots back, searching for me, moaning as she rubs her own clit.
“Yes. Keep touching yourself, Sofia,” I growl, and thrust in—deep, long, and hard.
Each hard thrust pushes her further up the bed, and she claws at a pillow with one hand when her legs begin to shake, moaning into the pillow. My grip on her waist is slipping with the slickness of her perspiration, and the slapping sounds of my hard thrusts fill the room.
She shudders, and her walls clamp around my cock in a pulsating rhythm that pulls my climax out of me. She keeps coming as I unload in her, milking me as she convulses with each wave of her pleasure.
I stay inside her far too long while we catch our breaths. I’m in awe of her, of us, of what our bodies can be together.
We could ignite fires, Sofia and I.
* * *
Moments later,I drop my forehead to her back, both of us gulping for air. I stroke her back gently, but at the sensation, Sofia pulls away from me, releasing my half-limp dick from her.
I’ve done worse things, dirtier things, more erotic things, with countless groupies, and yet, Sofia was the best sex of my life. The comparison is not even close. The chemistry is unlike any I’ve experienced. I can’t put my finger on it, but suddenly I am reduced to the primal needs I remember from my teenage years, and all that energy is directed at this one waitress.
I lay next to her for a long, quiet moment, until our breathing becomes less erratic.
“That was fantastic,” I say.
Sofia turns and smiles sexily at me. “Sure was.”
I’m getting ready to roll on my side and wrap my arm around her when the bed shifts and she sits up, then stands. She walks over to a dresser and changes into black sweats and a gray tank top.
“That was great,” she says. “Thanks for that, Bren. Really.”
What the fuck? “Okay, yeah. You’re welcome?” I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at her, but instead of coming back to bed with me, she hovers by the door.
“So, thanks for stopping by. The apology and all. We’re good. Really,” she says, staying by the door.
“You’re serious?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“No, I—um, I thought I was clear earlier. No sleepovers.”
“The rules...you were serious?”
Sofia blinks at me. “Yeah . . .”
I blink at her, flabbergasted. “You’re really kicking me out?”
