She rolls her head on me in a negative shake. "It's not. I'm stronger than this."
"It's okay if you're not."
"There's just this…barrier. I feel my desire for you, my need for you. But there's the fear, the stupid, irrational fear." A pause. "I'm not afraid anymore. You are mine and I am yours. You love me. I love you. You're my man and I want to make you feel good."
This is to me, but more so to herself. I don’t feel like she needs a response, so I just caress her ass, her hip, her thigh, and kiss the top of her head.
She grips my thigh in strong fingers, reaches up with her other hand and forces my head down. Claims my mouth with hers, lips parted, tongue seeking.
I don't tease or toy this time—I meet her desperation with my own. I groan in delight at the taste of her mouth, the wild hunger in her kiss.
My groan is the thing that sends her over the edge, I think.
She buries herself into the kiss, all soft, wet lips and seeking tongue, fingers dancing over my cheek and temple and stealing into my hair and clutching it, knotted and grasping tight, keeping me a willing prisoner to her kiss.
My desire swells and my cock throbs with need, and I turn toward her, hitch her higher and tilt her toward me, gripping the sweet, lush swell of her beautiful ass, palming the weight of it, exploring the generous fullness of it as I've dreamed of doing for so, so long.
Sophia breaks the kiss with an exhaled whimper, presses her forehead to my lips…
And cups my balls in her palm. A raw groan escapes me, and my cock twitches. Her breath catches in her throat on a choked gasp.
My fingers dig into her ass, clutching a thick handful of flesh as she simply holds me like that for a long moment.
I'm not breathing; I don't dare.
Her touch edges upward…slowly, so slowly. Finally, after what feels like a thousand years, she wraps her fingers around my cock.
A low, rough, ragged groan rips from her lips as she clutches me at the base, turning her face into my chest and inhaling deeply, her breasts swelling against my ribs. "Oh god, oh god," she whimpers. "I forgot."
"Forgot…"I have to clear my throat and try again. "Forgot what,amor?"
Her fingers, curled loosely around my shaft, slide upward. "How much I love the feel of your cock in my hand." She grips the head, squeezing, and then returns her hand down my shaft again.
"I haven't forgotten how good your touch feels, my love." I cup her cheek and tilt her face up to mine and kiss her. "It feels like heaven."
She palms me again, cupping and fondling my heavy, tight, aching balls until my erection throbs, and then caresses my length again. Her mouth moves on mine. "Ren, am I…is it…" she gasps as I thrust into her hand. "Do you like it?"
I grunt a tense laugh. "Like it? Sophia…fuck. I don't remember anything feeling this good, ever."
She pulls her face away from mine and looks down to watch as she begins stroking my length in slow, gliding caresses. Occasionally, she glances up at me, as if to assess my reactions—I let my face show everything. Every stroke, every twist, I groan, gasp, grunt, mouth hanging open, brow furrowed. My stomach hollows inward as she strokes my pulsating erection, and now my thighs begin to bunch, my heels to dig into the mattress, scrabbling for purchase as she caresses me in unhurried rhythm.If anything, the longer she caresses me, the slower she goes, and the raw, adoring affection I both see and feel in her touch is the most sensual and erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
"Soph," I whisper, arching fully off the bed as she changes it up, giving me short, shallow, twisting jerks around the head of my cock. "Oh fuck.Fuck, honey.Fuck, that feels so good."
She watches my face as she plunges her fist down my shaft, a shy smile playing on her lips as she sees my unaffected ecstasy arrange my features into an awed, desperate grimace.
"Ren," she breathes. "You're beautiful, my love. So beautiful. I could touch you like this forever."
"Y-yeh—“ I gulp around the broken attempt to answer. "Yes—yes, please."
She laughs, a soft, breathy giggle. My Sophia—giggling, girlish, and aroused. "Are you going to come soon? I want you to."
"Uh—unnhhh!" I can't even manage an affirmative grunt as she releases my cock to squeeze my balls again. "I—fuck—oh fuck, Soph.Please—oh god. Ohgodplease—"
She touches her lips to my cheek, mouth open in a grin, nuzzling me with her. "Please what, my handsome warrior?"
"I don't want you to—to stop," I admit. "Feels—ohhh god, Sophia…It feels too—"
I break off with a long, ragged groan as she strokes my length from root to tip and then clutches my cock around the head in a loose, soft grip, slowly pumping there in short little caresses that have me arching off the bed again with a guttural snarl.
