Sophia clings to my hand as we go upstairs, and then she tugs me into her room. I chuckle and hold her waist in my hands. “I thought you were tired, sweetheart.”
“Not tired enough.” She kisses across my neck. “And not ready to end the day.”
I groan and fit my mouth to hers. She’s sweet, tastes like wine and something else, something soft and delicious, something I need more of. I knot my fingers in her hair and draw her closer, so her breasts are pillowed against my chest.
I stroke over her ass and palm the cheek as I walk her back towards her bed. I lick along her lips. “Maybe I should paint you.”
“Oh yeah, Titanic style?”
I chuckle and tug at her coverup until I have it undone and under her. I lick between her breasts. “Yes. Maybe a photoshoot too, so I have all the references I need and can make sure I get you in the perfect light.”
She pants and rubs over my shoulders. “Wherever your art takes you, I’ll follow.”
I groan and lift my mouth to hers. God, her mouth, the words that come out of it, how deeply they strike me. I nibble her lip. Sophie pulls at my shirt, then rolls on top and kisses down my chest, biting softly as I groan.
“Soph.”
She undoes my bottoms and jerks them down. “I know what I want, Nick. I’m not afraid to take it. Not with you.”
I groan, then flip her carefully. “Your knees, sweetheart. Let’s let them heal.”
She pants, and I finish stripping her, still struggling to take her in. Every time I have her naked, it’s like the first time. I’m shocked at her lack of scars, how soft and silky her skin is, the way her breasts heave when she pants, her thick thighs, and the fact that her pussy is always bare.
I lick across my lips and then kiss the inside of her knee.
“Let me take care of you.” I meet her eyes.
She nods eagerly. “Take care of me all you want. I’m okay with being kept in bed tonight.”
I chuckle and continue licking and kissing up the inside of her thigh. When she thinks I’m going to stop at her pussy, I jump over and continue down the other thigh. She groans and spreads her legs wider, showing me exactly what kind of attention she wants. I bite her thighs softly.
“You’re so warm,” I whisper against her skin. “So good. So … lovely.”
She groans, and her hips lift off the bed. “Please!”
How the fuck can I turn that down? I jerk her thighs apart and bury my face in her pussy, licking over her clit, swirling my tongue around her, and savoring her wetness. God, she tastes so good. I suck her clit and feel her fingers tighten in my hair.
Her pussy rubs against my tongue, taking the pleasure she can from my mouth. I lick harder, faster, determined to make her come more than once tonight. I use my fingers to spread her so I can get deeper.
“Ah! Nick!” She gasps. “That’s so good.”
I moan. I love when she praises me, tells me how much she likes it, how much she wants it. I push two fingers inside her, curling them deep before sliding them out and doing it again. Her back arches, and she palms her breast.
Fuck, this view, her taste, it’s amazing. I lick just inside her entrance, along my fingers, and then all the way back up to her clit. She squirms and digs her heels into the bed, rubbing and grinding on my tongue until she explodes for me.
I kiss up her body and suck her nipples, cupping her breast as I do. She pants, and I feel her toes brush my knee.
“Fuck me.” It’s an order.
I grin. “Maybe.”
She purses her lips. “I will get on top of you. Screw my knees.”
I thrust into her wet pussy. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking warm. I groan and cup her head as I kiss her hungrily. I tease her with my tongue as I slide out, almost all the way out, then slam back into her.
She gasps and digs her nails into my biceps. “Yes, Nick.”
“You like that? Want me to be rough with you?” I growl.
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
There’s a knock on her door, and we pause. I hear someone say wrong door, and then they keep going. Sophie giggles and covers her mouth. “I was so afraid that was Nonna.”
I lift her leg up, change the angle, and thrust into her again. Her lips part, her eyes widen, and the groan that tears out of her tells me that Nonna is completely forgotten. She bites her lip and nods at me, a silent order of “again.”
One I’m more than happy to follow.
I fuck her hard and deep, rocking into heaven over and over until she comes, her pussy so tight around my cock, I have to pull out, or I’ll come in her again. Sophie sits up, wraps her mouth around my cock, and lets me come down her throat.
Her red, sweaty face, hazy eyes, puffy lips wrapped around my cock, it’s fucking amazing. She licks the tip one more time and flops back. I settle next to her and rub her hip. She smiles and kisses me softly.
“You never disappoint, Nick.”
I roll my eyes.
She pulls me back by my chin. “I mean it. Your painting, our conversations, the sex. You’re amazing.”
I smother her with another kiss, sure that I’m going to ride the high of that compliment all night.