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Looking down at her, fitting so perfectly in my arms, I cocked my head to the side. “Why?”
She blew out a breath and waved her hand over her luscious body. “Because. I’m not exactly light as a feather, but you definitely are stiff as a board.” She winked, talking about my cock. “I don’t want you to pull something before we reach the bed.”
That wouldn’t do.
I lifted her higher, kissed her mouth fiercely, then reluctantly pulled away. “Not a chance, Soph. You’re perfect. And if I want to carry my woman to my bed, I will. I don’t want to hear another word about how Ishouldn’t.”
She looked like she would protest again, but I stole her lips and made my way through the door on the far side of the kitchen. I pushed my shoulder against the wood, and it swung inward, revealing a white room with a soft, cloud-like bed strewn with rose petals, candles on every available surface, a fan spinning lazily above the bed, and white gauzy material surrounding the bed.
It might have been meant as mosquito netting, but right now, it looked like a bed decorated for the goddess in my arms.
Without letting her drop to the floor, I shifted Sophie until her legs were straddling my hips. At the sudden jostling, she gasped and scrambled, winding her arms around my neck. I walked us over to the other side of the room, paused, and turned to the side so she could see us together.
“Look,” I said, tilting my head at the reflective surface. Her long, honey-blonde hair hung almost to her ass, where my hands gripped her and kept her against me. Thick creamy thighs contrasted against my tanned skin, and I loved the visual of us together.
She turned her head, followed my gaze, and gasped. She didn’t speak for a second, merely looking at us twined together, before she whispered, “We look so good together.”
“Damn right we do.” I moved one hand from her ass and lifted it to the side of her face. Applying the lightest touch, I followed the curve of her neck to her shoulder. “I love this curve here,” I whispered, kissing that spot on her left while she watched me in the mirror on her right. I licked along the column of her throat, stopping to nip at the vein pulsing just below the surface.
My fingertips wandered lower, tracing the shape of her breast with the barest touch. “I want to seal my mouth around your tits and play with them until you are a writhing mess under me, pussy slick and your arousal dripping just for me. I want you to beg me to fuck you until it’s the only thing you can think of.”
She shivered in my arms, and I felt dampness on my stomach where her core was pressed against me. “Just like that, Soph. I want all of that and more. I want you in every possible position. On every available surface. However you’ll let me have you, I will ruin you. Then I’ll happily be the one to put you back together just so we can do it all over again.”
Sophie moaned, rubbing herself against my stomach and pressing those tits I wanted to devour against my chest. I followed the curve until I found the dip of her waist, taking her soft flesh into my hand and gripping tight.
“I want to hold you here and fuck you from behind. I want to watch this ass bounce as I pound into you. Watch as my cock disappears inside you while I play with your clit.”
Her eyes connected with mine in the mirror. Her chest moved rapidly with her short gasps, and she was grinding against me, looking for the ecstasy I had promised. “Yes, yes, yes! Diego, please. Fuck me. Fuck me right now. I want all of that and more.”
Instead of taking her to bed, I took two steps forward and pressed her back against the wall. I put distance between us, never letting go of her, and untied my shorts with one hand. Sophie used her thighs to shove the material over my hips as she tasted my neck, her open-mouthed kisses trailing from my collarbone to my jaw.
My cock sprang free, desperate and weeping for the woman in my arms. I wouldn’t last long now that I had her all to myself.
I honestly didn’t mind that we were all dating Sophie and spending time with her in bed.
But I’d waited until I could have her alone before making love to her, always deferring to the others when things escalated in the villa. Something deep within me felt I needed to do this without witnesses, at least the first time. I wanted her to call me a good boy and praise me when I did things she liked. I wanted her eyes on me, and me alone. Aaron and Oliver weren’t judgmental about my kinks, nor did I think they would get in the way, but it was personal, and I wanted privacy for this.
Thank God we’d won the getaway because my dick had been on the constant lookout for hidden places these last couple days, and I was going crazy. I’d been twelve hours away from smashing all the cameras in the bedroom and just saying fuck it.
Sophie nipped at my lip and steered my head toward her mouth with her wandering hands. “Diego, fuck me.”
I slid my hand between us, rucking up the rest of her swimsuit cover-up, and dragged her bikini bottoms to the side. My dick bobbed below her ass, giving it a little love tap when it strained for our girl.
My fingers landed on her wet heat and slid through the slickness waiting for me. I dropped my head to the crook of her neck and groaned. Coconuts and arousal flooded my senses, and I lost myself to this woman. My hips shifted, looking to bury my dick in her. But I wouldn’t rush this. My thighs were tense, the wall helping to support Sophie as my hand gripped her ass. I didn’t have the same concerns over her figure that she did earlier. I loved her body and her heart. The rest didn’t matter. I wanted her in my arms and to wipe away that self-doubt she’d shown in the kitchen.
I dragged the wetness to her clit, and my fingers slipped over the little bump. Since our first night in bed, all four of us, I’d watched as she brought herself to pleasure. I’d memorized her movements and did my best to mimic them.
“Yes! There, Diego. Don’t stop.”
I increased my pace, and she stuttered a breath. “Don’t go faster,” she reprimanded.
Slowing down again, I smiled when her body responded. Her pussy ground against my fingers, her hips chasing the high I offered.
“Good boy,” she said, her words choked as her forehead leaned against my shoulder, watching my fingers move between us. “You touch me so good, Diego. You make me so fucking wet. I’m so close. So fucking close.”
Spurred on by her words, I didn’t adjust a single fucking thing. One of her hands disappeared from my shoulders, and she threw her head back as she pinched her nipple through her swimsuit and cover-up.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, riding her orgasm. It seemed to only last a few seconds, but I’d done it. I’d brought her pleasure, and I wanted to do it again. I kept my fingers on her but let her ride the wave without demanding more.
