"No way, ever," I semi-replied. I know I wasn't that coherent, but I had the most beautiful woman I'd ever known smiling at me with a seductive look that was hot enough to melt titanium and stroking my cock right after I'd given her a pretty good climax. The only reason I was only half hard was because I had been so into using my tongue that my attention had wandered from my cock to my wife. As it was, I was raging hard again before I could answer, and I was pushing painfully against the constriction of my shorts. Worst of all, I had chosen shorts with a button fly, which meant that it took Sophie an extra ten seconds to get my shorts off, since she used just her right hand while her lips made little kisses on my jaw and neck that felt like they barely touched my skin, but each one of them left a trail of fire behind it.
Kissing her way down my chest, Sophie let her movement drag her t-shirt up, although I must admit I helped by pulling on it from the back. When it was all the way under her armpits she sat up to quickly pull it over her head, giving me an amazing look of her body. Grinning, she shook her head, letting her breasts sway from side to side in front of me. "You're never going to get tired of these, are you?"
"Never," I said, pulling her back down into a kiss. Rolling to the side, I cupped her left breast as we kissed, my thumb running over her nipple while our tongues darted and swept around each other, kissing. I found one of the nice advantages of Sophie having short hair, as stroking and caressing her face was easier by far.
Suddenly, I felt something that caused me to break our kiss, surprised. Using her thighs, Sophie had trapped me between her legs, wrapping my cock in a warm, smooth, strong vise that felt nearly as good as being inside her. Sophie grinned and leaned forward, biting my lower lip gently while she squeezed her thighs around my cock, growling sexily.
Our lovemaking took on a feral quality, and Sophie dragged her fingernails down my back, both of us gasping in the mix of pain and pleasure. We wrestled around on the bed, both of us highly trained in martial arts, both of us in top shape. Still, we were making love, not fighting, and I had a nearly seventy pound weight advantage. Also, Sophie couldn't use her legs, keeping her thighs clamped around my cock with delicious results. I was hard and oozing precum, creating enough lubrication that I was actually thrusting in between her legs as we moved. Stopping, I used my strength to pin Sophie to the bed, her wrists held in my left hand above the bed. Sophie struggled for a moment, then relaxed, surrendering to me. Her thighs unclenched, and her knees splayed open, letting me in between. "You are mine," I growled, kissing her fiercely. "Forever."
"Forever," she said, pulling her legs up. I could feel the hot, wet entrance to her *, as she angled her hips to give herself fully to me.
I let go of her hands to pull her on top of me, reversing our positions.
Turning around, she pushed my legs together, my cock pointing straight up. Facing away from me, Sophie put her hands on my knees and slid back, my cock pushing inside her with both of us groaning with the wonderful sensation. Riding me in this cowgirl position, Sophie slid back and forth, her inner muscles squeezing me even more wonderfully than her thighs had.
One of the many reasons that Sophie was perfect for me was the way I was able to fit inside her. One of the first times we made love, she had remarked at how large I was as she had wrapped her breasts around my cock and gave me a boob job. She didn't know, but she was closer to the truth than she had ever known. Most women were timid of my size, or were drunken size queens who just wanted me to pound them mercilessly.
Sophie was neither. Her beautiful body accepted me as it was, and wrapped itself lovingly around me, regardless of what we did. And yes, we had done almost everything. This time, she rode me slowly, letting her body build up slowly from the orgasm she had been through already.
For long, wonderful minutes, I felt the slow penetration and withdrawal. I watched, fascinated as her hips flexed and pushed. It gave me a mental cue to the wonderful waves of pleasure that would wash through me, and building my anticipation. Sophie's hips moved faster, her own body's urges taking over.
"Mark...." she sighed, starting to lift her hips as well as ride back and forth. My cock slid in and out in longer, mind numbing strokes, both of us giving ourselves to the feeling. Sophie took her hands off my knees and sat up, using her thighs to push herself up and down, taking me inside her in longer movements than ever.
I put my hands on her hips, helping Sophie as she pulled her knees underneath her as she leaned back, letting me thrust with my hips as well. Holding her up with my arms, we rode each other, my thrusts meeting her knees. Sweat beaded my forehead and I couldn't hold out much longer, but I didn't need to. I felt Sophie flutter around me, and I knew she was oh-so-close to another orgasm.
"Forever," I said again into her ear, the emotional stimulation combining with the physical feelings tearing through our bodies. With a final thrust I felt Sophie start to come, and I gave in, giving one more thrust of my own before my own climax tore through me, and I gave myself to my wife, my soul mate.
Chapter 51
Sophie