Sophie Vanmeter Sex นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We lay silently for a moment, until Sophie spoke up, “I want another round.'' She pleaded with puppy eyes, which made me groan and backed her. One thing about Sophie was that she was never tired when it came to sex. “It's my birthday.'' She grumbled and wrapped her hands on my waist. “Fine, but you will do all the work, I have no strength in me.'', I warned her, "That won't be a problem.'' She spoke delighted while I groaned because I knew this will go on throughout the night.

he repeated. The word did not sound like a question this time. It sounded like confirmation. Amara felt it settle into her chest, heavy and unyielding. There was no retreat from it now. No careful redirection. No polite dismissal disguised as professionalism. She had crossed something. Not a line. Something deeper. “I spoke out of turn,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction. “No,” he replied quietly. “You didn’t.” That was worse. Because if she hadn’t— Then this was real.

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

Fuck! She leans down to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around her. Holding her in place as I piston my hips up into her. She screams. “Fuck, Soph. I’m comin.” I groan out and come with a roar at the same time her walls strangle me and she screams my name. Sophie collapses on my chest and I kiss her all over her face as we both catch our breath. Fucking hell, that was better than I first thought it would have been. Who knew my woman had a wild side? She should be called Wild Child, not me. Fuck, I’m so screwed and I would not have it any other way.

She held up a finger and then curled it, motioning me to get closer. I was rooted to the spot. Frozen. My heart was palpitating and my mouth was completely dry. I didn't know what to do but my lower half knew because it was already straining beneath my jeans. She then said the words, "Aito, make love to me" How could I resist? I joined her in bed immediately and we had sex for the very first time. It was wild, passionate and unforgettable. It was sacred. Little did I know that our first time, our beautiful moments that were meant just for us, was recorded by someone.

He is lying here with me; how can I still be picturing him touching me? I should just be happy he is here. I begin to move slowly, climbing on top of him, my legs on either side as I begin to kiss his lips passionately. I don’t want the whips, the chains, the clamps or the blindfold. Tonight, I just want him. Slowly lowering myself onto his cock, I feel my body relax as I slowly begin to move my hips. The sex is gentle and loving, just like the first time after the accident. Nothing included just us two. It feels perfect. Sure I still want more, but I would choose this over everything else.