I need more from her.
I lifted her off my lap to a standing position. Moving off the bed, I removed her blindfold, and then reached for her hair. Gripping it in a ponytail, I pulled her head back. Her eyes widened but she didn’t utter a word or a moan. I held her head back, and murmured, “Good girl.” I then took my other hand and ran it along her collarbone and down to her breast. My touch was feather light, and I loved the shiver it caused in her body. Bending, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping lightly with my teeth. I kept hold of her hair, and every now and then, I glanced up at her, loving the sight of her exposed neck. I tended to both of her nipples before working my way up her body, kissing a trail along her skin all the way to her neck.
Letting her hair go, I watched as she brought her head forward, her eyes watching me intently. I traced a finger over her lips. “You okay?” I asked, and she nodded. I got lost in her lips as I traced them over and over. This woman held me hostage and she didn’t even realise it. Hell, I hardly realised it. I had the power here, but for the first time in my life, a niggling thought at the back of my mind told me I was powerless.
Fuck.
I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around me, and backed her up against the wall. Her hands were still tied at her back so I had to hold her close to support her. She wiggled in my hold, and desire slammed through me again, and my instincts took over. I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her with a passion I’d never felt before. It consumed me body and soul, and she returned it. Our lips and tongues tangled as we showed each other our need.
When I pulled away from the kiss, I growled, “Are you ready to come, baby?”
She nodded, and panted out her reply. “Yes.” Her breaths were coming hard and fast, and her need was clear in her eyes.
I carried her to the bed and deposited her on the floor next to it. Turning her so her back was to me, I undid the rope, freeing her hands. Then I leant into her and spoke close to her ear, “On the bed, on your hands and knees. I need to see that perfect ass up in the air.”
She did as I said, and a moment later, I was blessed with the vision of her ass. Fuck, a man could get used to that vision. I grabbed a condom from my side table, put it on, and then moved to position myself behind her on the bed.
I ran my hands over her back, down to grab her hips, and pulled her back to me. Taking hold of my dick, I slid it through her wetness, teasing her as I went. Pushing inside her a fraction and then back out. I repeated this a few times until I knew I had her panting for more.
Fuck, I need to be in her.
Taking hold of her ass, I thrust my cock into her *. She whimpered, and that sound lit me up with more need. I pulled out and thrust back in. God damn, so fucking beautiful. I thrust in and out, over and over, working us towards our release. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, my grunts and her moans filled the room, pushing me on.
Closer.
Almost there.
Fuck.
I lost focus of time and space.
Sophia cried out my name and her * squeezed around my dick.
I gripped her harder.
I slammed into her faster.
Rougher.
Jesus, so fucking close.
I grunted as I kept pushing, thrusting, forcing.
Reaching.
Fuck.
I roared as I came harder than I’d ever come.
And when I’d finished with it, and come to my senses, I pulled out of her, moved off the bed and left her so I could discard the condom in the bathroom. Taking a moment, I gripped the sides of the sink and stared into the mirror. I wasn’t looking at a man in control. Hell no. The man staring back at me was as far from in control as he could be. And that shit messed with my mind more than it was already messed with today.
This woman had turned my world upside down. I’d gone from a man never wanting a relationship again to a man captivated by a woman to the point that the only word screaming through my head now was ‘mine’.
Sophia is now mine.
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Sophia