"Yes," she murmurs, bringing her lips to mine.
I catch her hips in my hands and lift and lower her on me. "Fuck me beautiful girl. Ride my dick."
"Yes sir," she moans.
Sophie works her ass up and down on me – effectively silencing any more declarations between us. She feels fucking incredible.
Every time she rocks against me, I can feel her love burning right through me. White hot and so powerful it steals my breath. I'd never understood the sentiment making love, or how it differed from sex, but in this moment, I do. I completely fucking get it. It's a beautiful act. Two bodies sharing one perfect moment, racing together toward release. This is what I've been waiting for. This. Us. Face to face. Nothing between us but raw heat and sweet exploration.
Unable to lie quiet and still a moment longer, I lift her from me and place her flat on her back against the bed. I move over the top of her and spread her legs wide.
"This time I want you to come on my cock." I push forward, sinking inside her with a swift thrust.
She whimpers softly and chews on her lip.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby," I tell her, pushing my cock into her just a little deeper.
Sophie moans, her legs lifting and wrapping them around my hips.
"Is this okay?" I ask, rocking forward again.
"More, Colton. Give me everything," she breathes, placing her lips against my neck.
Sinking deeper between her thighs, I thrust forward – hard - filling her with every inch I have to offer. I feel Sophie stiffen and I remind her once again to breath. She does, inhaling deeply and releasing a tortured cry.
I might be the one on top of her, filling her body with my cock, but I'm not stupid enough to believe I am the one in control. This girl fucking owns me. With her sweet nature, her strength, her innocence that she's letting me shatter and of course her warm, wet pussy. She's perfect. And she's finally mine. Nothing is going to change that.
Kneeling on the bed before her, I circle her clit with my thumb while I continue my long lazy thrusts into her. Her heat envelopes me in a tight, hot sheath, sucking my cock deep inside her. She's trembling all over, and knowing I'm getting close to the edge, I need to make sure she's taken care of before I go off. Our first time together, it was understandable that she didn't come with me, but this time I'm making certain she does. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make sure my girl was taken care of?
Sophie's low murmurs grow faster together and I know she's getting closer.
"That's it, baby. Let go."
Damp sweat trickles down my spine as fighting off my orgasm becomes a physical ache.
I plunge inside her again and again, my jaw tightening. My heart is throbbing painfully in my chest and I'm about to come undone. I just need to get her there…
We move together, deeply, our eyes locked together. "I love you, Sophie."
She clenches around me, her body spasming wildly as she comes.
"Fuuck," I roar, burying myself in her perfection.
I wrap her in my arms and she clings to me. While we don't exchange a single word, the gesture speaks volumes. I don't even bother to pull out, happy to remain inside her for as long as possible.
I'm a controlled man in all things. In everything I do. From my company, to my charity, to stubbornly trying to manipulate the terms of my divorce, to buying Sophie that night… Yet all of that perfect order and control falls away in an instant. Love is unpredictable and uncontrollable. The force hits me like a thousand pound weight – weaving its way into every fiber of my being and taking up residence. I am deeply, madly in love with this woman. I feel like I've been cut in two, raw and vulnerable and unsure of myself for the first time in my life. It's terrifying, yet I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.
"So sorry about the mess," Kylie says, ushering me inside her cute beach bungalow. "Thank God you're back though." She pulls me in for a one-armed hug.
She's frazzled – I can tell. If it wasn’t for the crying baby she's bouncing on her hip, or the messy knot she's sporting on top of her head, the file folder she's holding in her teeth is a dead giveaway.
I pull the folder free. "Of course. What do you need me to help with first?" I ask.
It's clear she's overwhelmed, or maybe I just showed up at a bad time.
"Can you take Max?" she asks, handing me the crying baby.
"Sure." I grit my teeth. I'm no good with babies. Or animals. Or plants for that matter. I blame it on lack of experience. His screams quiet as he gazes at me thoughtfully, but it takes him all of three seconds to decide that he's not a fan. His cries rise to epic levels that leave my poor eardrums ringing. But Kylie has already disappeared into the kitchen, shouting something about needing to grab him a bottle.
As I peer down at the little guy in my arms, it occurs to me that I've never seen him aside from the numerous photographs Kylie has framed in her office. He's usually napping when I'm here, or with his nanny.
He's a chubby little thing with messy brown hair and giant bright blue eyes. And I would say he's adorable, but the ear-splitting howls he's letting out make it hard to judge accurately. I'm sure he'd be much cuter cooing at me and making sweet babbling noises.
I bounce him against my hip just as I saw Kylie doing, but it's no help.
Thankfully, she returns with his bottle and takes him from me. When the nipple reaches his mouth, he instantly quiets and the relief in Kylie is visible. Her posture relaxing and a slow smile uncurling on her lips as she gazes down at him.