The Sin
“Drink. For me. I need more.”
He sighed, then drank the rest in three big gulps.
The liquid burned going down, spreading warmth through his chest.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Five minutes passed.
They stayed connected, her grinding slowly against him to keep him hard.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, musk, arousal.
Sophia trailed her fingers down his chest, tracing the lines her nails had left, keeping him on edge.