I tore the rest of my clothing off and pulled her body to mine. She touched my cock with soft strokes that drove me out of my mind with lust for her.
I kissed her cheek, her ear, her nose, danced my fingers down her abdomen and the soft curve of her stomach. When I cupped her sex, she groaned and kissed me with a hiss of release. With two fingers I softly rubbed her clit until she tipped her head back and opened her legs to me. I slid those same fingers inside her and my dick strained when I felt how wet she was.
“Do you have condoms?” I asked her. I was dying. I’d never wanted to make love to a woman so desperately in my life.
“I don’t,” she said. “But I’m on the pill,” she told me.
“Fuck,” I cried. Rolling onto my back and staring up at the dark ceiling, I punched the pillow beside my face because I knew it wasn’t fair to ask her. But I couldn’t stop myself, all of my restraint had flown straight the fuck out the window. “I’m clean, Sophie. I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. I haven’t been with anyone in years—”
She rolled on top of me not letting me finish. Her wet pussy she rubbed right on my erection. I took in her delicate frame as the moonlight lit her up in a glassy silver sheen. Her tiny tits were pink and perfect with long nipples that tipped up toward the ceiling. Her waist was tiny too, but her hips spread wide and her ass was full and voluptuous. She slid her slickness up and down the length of me while I guided her with my hands on her hips.
“Fuck me, Maverick,” she said.
I was drowning. I didn’t even understand how we’d already reached this point, but I knew I wanted to go there and it had to be with her.
Only her.
Sophie was what I’d spent my entire life waiting for.
I flipped her under me in a single movement and guided my straining cock inside her wet heat. She was so tiny and tight, I almost came. Gently, I pushed forward driving into her. Sophie wrapped her legs around my back and arched up to meet me. I drove my dick all the way home and that’s when I realized…
“Maverick,” she cried out from some place between pain and ecstasy. Her back arched as did her neck as she buckled in shock.
Sophie was a fucking virgin and she had decided, all by herself, it wasn’t important enough to tell me.
Chapter 6
SOPHIE
His body froze.
He was inside me, but he didn’t move, didn’t breathe.
“Don’t stop. Oh my God, please don’t stop. Don’t deny me this,” I whispered into his ear. I tried to move too, but he was too big and it was too painful despite the excessive lubrication my body had offered him.
He put his forehead to mine; I could tell, by the feel of his muscles there, that his eyes were closed.
“You should have told me. This is like entrapment,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kept my ankles hooked over his back and kissed him savagely to coax him out of his anger.
It worked. He lost his focus and came back to me, diving his tongue so deep into my mouth I thought I’d suffocate on his kiss. Then he was laving my nipples, suckling and biting until I became even wetter. He was still hard and growing inside me. When I tried moving with my muscles relaxed, I could accommodate his size.
The pain didn’t bother me, it was a delicious insatiable wound that I wanted to scratch until the burn became pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me so hard that his love bruises would become forever seared into my skin.
“I can’t even talk, Sophie, because I don’t know what to say,” he told me. His voice was a husky whisper barbed with desire.
“Talk to me this way,” I said to him. I pushed up on my elbows and he allowed me to roll on top of him. Sitting up and straddling him, his cock was as deep in me as it could be. He interlaced his fingers with mine and pulled our arms up until my breast was in mouth again. I felt dizzy with lust, drunk on love hormones and enraptured by this brooding man who wasn’t scared of me. I rode his dick, undulating my hips like I’d watched so many shadowy shapes of women perform in the club from the vantage of the DJ booth. I rode him as he pinched my nipples and massaged handfuls of my ass, and gritted out my name through clenched teeth as he tried not to come.
I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his need so vast that I knew he felt a profound emptiness. I tried to fill the gaping void with my body and my heart, never letting go of his hands to keep him from feeling like he was falling.