THAT NIGHT 1

SOPHIE

I was heavily drunk but I knew I felt good as his fingers danced down my spine, sending shivers through my body as he unhooked my bra with a gentle touch. I fumbled with his belt, but he caught my hands, his deep voice whispering, "Slow, girl. Savor it." His index finger traced my cheekbone, down to my chin, and I gasped, my body betraying me as I felt my inner go damp. Only his sound of his voice and I was already wet!

He laid me on the soft bed, his breath hot against my neck as he inhaled sharply, taking in my scent. My body trembled beneath him, as if he held the reins, guiding my every move. His touch was a slow burn, a torturous pleasure that left me breathless.

His lips crashed against mine, the sudden intensity sending a shiver down my spine. The taste of cinnamon and a hint of smoke from his cigarettes exploded on my tongue as he devoured me with a passionate kiss. His earlier words, "Savor it," echoed in my mind, a stark contrast to the fervent way he claimed my mouth. His tongue danced with mine, the sensation leaving me breathless and wanting more.

As he broke away from the kiss, I exhaled sharply, my chest heaving with anticipation. His gaze dropped to my exposed breasts, and a sly smirk spread across his face. His hands followed, gently cupping and squeezing them, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Damn!" I gasped, my voice barely audible. I bit my lip to stifle the moan, but it escaped anyway, betraying my arousal.

I reached for his trousers again, eager to touch him, but he caught my wrists, his grip firm. A frown creased his brow, his eyes flashing with a hint of warning.

"Don't, girl," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I froze, my words caught in my throat. He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. As he undressed, I couldn't help but stare at the masterpiece of a man before me. His body was chiseled perfection, every muscle honed to precision. His broad chest, veined arms, and chiseled abs seemed to ripple in the dim light. And then, my gaze fell upon his lower body, and I swallowed hard, my mouth watery. He was enormous.

Transfixed, I watched as he tied his long, dark hair into a ponytail, the gesture both elegant and masculine.

He noticed my gaze lingering on his physique, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips, as if he was amused by my admiration. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my face flush with desire.

"Your turn," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He returned to the bed, his fingers tracing a path up my torso, sending shivers down my spine. As he reached my hips, he gently slid my panties off, his touch setting my skin ablaze. I was consumed by need, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, take me in." My eyes welled up with tears of pleasure, my body trembling with anticipation. He gazed at me with reverence, his eyes burning with desire. "I will," he promised, his voice low and husky. "But first, let me worship your body."

He spread my legs apart, his fingers trailing down to where I was already slick with anticipation. The touch was gentle, but the pressure built steadily as he traced slow, deliberate circles over my most sensitive spot. My breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of pleasure surging through me. My nipples, aching for attention, tingled with a need that only he could satisfy.

"You're already dripping for me," he murmured, his voice tinged with smug satisfaction. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. He pushed two, then three fingers inside me, the stretch and fullness drawing a soft cry from my lips.

"Faster," I gasped, my hips arching to meet his hand. He obliged, his movements quickening, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right. The pleasure was overwhelming, a relentless wave that had me clinging to the sheets, unable to think, barely able to breathe.

And then he was there, filling me completely, the sheer size of him making me gasp. His hands found my swollen breasts, fingers teasing and tugging at my taut nipples as he began to thrust, each motion deep and deliberate, sending me spiraling into bliss.

He kept driving into me, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, while his hands teased and caressed my sensitive nipples. I felt the wave of my climax approaching, but there was a strange, desperate part of me that wanted to hold it back, to make this moment last. He quickened his pace, each movement more urgent than the last, his groans growing louder.

"Ahhh!"

"Ohhh!"

"Holy cow!"

"Don't stop!"

The air was filled with the sounds of passion, the creaking of the bed echoing through the room as we moved in perfect sync. Hard groans and harder moans escaped our lips.

After a while, I felt a rush of warmth inside me as he released, his body tensing with the force of it. He pulled out, his breath ragged, and I thought we might finally take a moment to rest. But then, with a gentle tug, he brought me close again, his mouth latching onto my breasts, sucking hungrily as if starved for me. My lips parted, wet and eager, as I clung to him, an intense desire building inside me. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth and return the pleasure he'd given me.

I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, my voice low and breathless as I whispered, "Can I?" My eyes, heavy with desire, drifted down to his lower body. He looked at me with a smoldering intensity and murmured, "You can, now."

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