SOPHIA
Nick lavishes me with affection, soft and slow, but it just electrifies me. Every slow, soft-touch, every soft kiss, every amazing brush of his body against mine sends me spinning. I groan. “Fuck me.”
“I told you, I want to take my time.”
“You have.” I pant.
He groans and pulls away. I whimper, wanting to follow, but then he rolls on a condom and crawls back over me. I wrap my legs around his hips and nod. “Now. Now. No more teasing.”
“For now.” He chuckles.
Then he’s inside me. God, he’s so thick, and even though he’s fucking me slowly, inch by inch, I can already feel pleasure welling up inside me. It’s delicious, it’s perfect, it’s everything I need.
I moan and pant, not afraid of being loud right now, not with Nick or any of the guys. I had Roman earlier, and now I get Nick. They’re so different but so good. Roman’s rough and demanding, and Nick is so giving, so careful, so … luxurious.
Groaning, I roll my body against his, and he increases the pace. His hand worms between our bodies, and then he’s rubbing my clit. I moan. “Fuck yes, Nick.”
“Tell me how good it feels, Sophie.”
“Perfect. So good. So amazing. Yes.”
My words continue, but they make less and less sense. I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Until all I can see is Nick, his salt and pepper hair, his gorgeous face, his hot, dark eyes, his everything.
Our eyes meet, and I explode, just like that. I come hard, dragging my nails down his back as my pussy squeezes him tightly. Nick fucks me harder, faster, more demanding, and I groan as he draws out the orgasm. One orgasm becomes two, and then he comes, my name on his lips as he pants and his body tightens against mine.
I lay there with him on top of me as our breathing evens out. I moan when he pulls out, and after a second, he comes back, dragging me up the bed and laying with me. Nick pets my hair back and kisses me softly.
“Thank you, baby.�