My left hand smoothed up the back of her thigh until my thumb was against her clit, and as I rubbed, the diamond above moved and glistened.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” Her eyes went wide and then slammed shut under my power as her hands latched on to my forearms. The muscles of my back and legs were warm and tired from exertion, but I kept my unrelenting pace, beating my hips against her, determined to push her past the brink. My thumb swiped back and forth, going as fast as I could, trying to stay on her as she swiveled and bucked.
“Yes,” I urged.
She was wild and gorgeous, spread open for me, and I enjoyed the view of my cock disappearing inside and emerging wet with her arousal. Pleasure snaked through me, desperate for release, but I shoved it aside. My body was only a tool for her satisfaction right now, and I would not stop until I had it.
Her face twisted with bliss, verged on being overwhelmed, and her chest heaved with strangled breaths. The moans swelled from her throat, building in intensity and volume, and her internal muscles clamped down.
“Don’t stop.” Her plea was urgent, and yet full of surprise. “Oh, my God, I’m so close.”
Yes, my mind chanted.
A victorious grin spilled across my face when a cry burst from her, loud and deep. Her legs shook uncontrollably and so hard I had no choice but to stop and hold on to her to keep her from vibrating off the edge of the bed. It was better this way. I could feel each rhythmic pulse of her body as the orgasm gripped her.
I stared at this girl strewn across my bed with her hands clasped on my arms while she was in the throes of her climax, and I was overcome with the thought that seeing this once wouldn’t be nearly enough. Maybe a hundred times wouldn’t be. My hands looked so good on her, and my cock buried deep looked even better.
Dangerous.
That was what that idea was. Over time, she wouldn’t be able to separate sex from her feelings, and she’d grow attached like Alice had. Or worse, I’d be the one to blur the lines, and that could not happen. I thought highly of myself but was smart enough to know I was no good for her.
Sophia’s body went limp, relaxing into the mattress as she descended out of her euphoria and back to me. Her eyes blinked open, but they were foggy and unfocused, and then fluttered shut.
I didn’t like the loss of our connection. I leaned over, placed my hands gently on the sides of her face, and held her head still so I could hover a breath away. “Open your eyes,” I demanded. “Watch me.”
She obeyed, and her blue eyes peered up into mine, sharpening into focus as I began to move, gradually building my pace back up until sparks crackled inside my body, threatening to ignite. I wanted her to see what she did to me. I liked watching her come apart, and so it stood to reason she’d feel the same.
We stared at each other with such intensity, it was as if nothing could make us look away. Blood roared in my ears, but the heat building inside me burned away all my fatigue. The raw need to find my end inside this girl and share myself with her was all that mattered.
A groan welled up from my chest, my muscles corded, and the pleasure became a force I could no longer hold back. It ruptured and broke free, flooding my limbs with electricity that was both scorching hot and ice cold in the same instance.
My gasp was loud and my movements erratic while my cock throbbed and filled her in blissful spurts, diminishing in intensity with each one.
I stilled, took in a preparing breath, and lowered my mouth to hers.
Her kiss was more powerful than I could ever hope to be. It wiped my mind clean of thoughts and doubt and whispered promises. It seduced and disarmed. And in my weakened state, I let it in, believing all it had to say.
We can find a way to make this work.
Our bodies cooled as I kept her trapped beneath me, my mouth roving against hers. I despised wasted time, but that wasn’t happening when our lips were locked together. Time seemed to stop altogether, anyhow.
Eventually, I relented and withdrew, letting her up, but my gaze tracked her, watching carefully in case she was plotting her escape as she disappeared into the bathroom. I’d already told her she would stay the night with me, and I had meant it exactly as I’d said.
It would be nice to share my bed with someone instead of an overly affectionate and persistent cat who had decided he owned me, and it wasn’t the other way around. I’d had the staff keep my door shut tonight and make sure Lucifer wasn’t inside so Sophia and I wouldn’t be treated to his scolding lecture of meows when we arrived.