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He grins. “Yeah. You too.”
We shake, and then I head toward a waiting Sophia.
“Everything good?” she asks, glancing at her brother.
“Everything’s great,” I tell her.
We take a cab back to the hotel since Sophia insists on wearing heels and then complains about her feet. I’ve learned just to nod along in agreement when she says she should have known better.
She leans into me as soon as we’re inside the elevator, and I’m certain it has nothing to do with her feet. She kisses the length of my jaw, one hand dropping to my crotch to rub my cock.
We don’t even make it all the way to the bed in our hotel room.
Our sex life has always been extremely active, but it’s ramped up to a new degree since Sophia’s pregnancy. She’s insatiable.
The bathroom is closer to the door, so I end up lifting her onto the counter. She’s already a step ahead, her hands busy working the zipper of the slacks I wore to dinner. As soon as she gets my cock free, she’s guiding the head to her entrance, working the tight clasp of her cunt over my erection. We’re both breathing heavily, my balls already drawn up high and tight as she takes me.
I tug the straps of her dress down, the fabric slipping down to her waist. She arches her back, offering her breasts to my eager mouth.
Heat floods my groin, tendrils of fire racing up and down my spine. My thighs tense and tremble as she takes all of me, making breathy, needy sounds, like it’s the best thing she’s ever experienced.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck as her thighs spread even wider, taking me as deeply as she possibly can.
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Mussed blonde hair, pouty lips, bouncing tits.
I barely hold on until she’s coming too. She keeps kissing me, working down the line of buttons on my shirt until I’m shirtless and then tugging her dress over her head and flinging it away.
We end up in the shower this time, hot water pounding my back as I press her against the cool tiled wall. My cum is still dripping out of her from the last round. And she’s so wet, soaked from the mixture of her release and mine. So responsive. So ready. For my cock, the only one she’s ever taken.
Her legs are spread wide, her blonde hair plastered to her skin as she leans her cheek against the white tiles. I watch her expression change when she feels my erection growing again, the immediate flare of pleasure. She moans my name, and I’m done for. It doesn’t matter that we just had sex. There’s nothing I want more than to be back inside of her. The tip of my cock finds her entrance, and I thrust, the sensation of her spreading around me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I don’t know how I lived without it. I don’t ever want to live without her, and I wonder if that’s how my mom felt. How she ended up in such a dark place. Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to ask her. We’re in a much better place than we used to be, but our relationship won’t ever return to what it looked like before that day.
Sophia cries out, and it takes me a second to realize that she’s already coming again. That all she needed was me inside her.
I fuck her through it, then pull out while she’s still fluttering and spin her around before pushing back inside. I can hit deeper this way. Can watch each tiny shift in her expression. Can kiss her, which is what I do. She kisses me back eagerly, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
She’s so wet, but she’s so tight too, those two things working against each other.
I come so hard that the edges of my vision blur to black, her pussy contracting around me and milking my release. I come and come, so much that I can feel my cum leaking out of her.
She laughs. “I feel so good right now. I don’t even think I can stand.”
“You don’t have to stand. I’ll hold you.”
“Will you shampoo my hair too?”
“Of course.”
We finish cleaning up and climb into bed, neither of us bothering with clothes. I don’t think I can physically go another round, but Sophia has woken me up in the middle of the night before, and I’ve risen to the occasion—literally—every time.
“Do you think you’ll win tomorrow?” she asks me, then yawns.
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
She giggles. “That’s what I thought.”
“Trying to decide who to bet on?”
“No. I want you to win. I always want you to win.”
I kiss her forehead. “Ich liebe dich.”
She sighs, sleepy and content. “I love you too.”
I think we’ll win tomorrow. But even if we lose, I already have everything I want most in the world.
THE END
