LORENZO
We wake tangled and sweating, bathed in the full bright sun of late morning.
Her eyes are bright as she rests her chin on my chest and stares at me. "I wish we could just stay here forever."
“Me too," I say. I search her face. "I didn't expect…" I can't find the words. "I've never known anything like that. I didn't think you were ready, I wouldn't have…" I groan in frustration. "Soph, tell me the truth. Did I hurt you?"
She rolls her head from side to side. "No. Not at all. Not even a little." Her grin is heated. "I'm a bit sore, but I love it. You were perfect."
"I lost control," I mutter, angry at myself for it. "I should have been gentler."
She slithers higher on my body, gaze serious. "No, you shouldnothave," she says. "I absolutely fuckinglovedevery single second of making love with you like that, Ren. I wouldn't change a thing. Iwantedyou to lose control. You gave me exactly what I needed. You were patient while I got used to how fucking gigantic your cock is." She grins at me. "And baby, it…is…huge.”
I may blush a little. "You sure know how to stroke a man's ego."
"I'll stroke more than just your ego," she says, giggling. Serious, again, then. "For real, honey. I mean it. You were gentle when I needed gentle, and you fucked me like you couldn't get enough when I needed that."
"You're sure?"
She nods. "I am."
I run my fingers through her hair. "How are you feeling about everything?"
"Emotionally you mean?" she asks, and I nod. "I don't know if I’m awake enough yet to know. I need coffee and breakfast."
I grab a handful of her gloriously full ass, give it a shake and a soft slap. "Get a shower while I order us some food."
Her grin is lopsided. "You may need to do that next time we have sex."
"Do what?" I ask, giving that ass another gentle clap. "That?"
Her eyes heat and sparkle. "Yes. That."
"You're sort of shocking me, you know," I tell her.
She tips her head to one side. "Oh? How so?"
I roll a shoulder. "I guess I didn't expect you to…I dunno. Be as…into it, as you are. I thought you'd take longer to get over things to the point that you'd be able to…" I shrug again. "I don't know how to put it."
"I know what you're trying to say," Sophia says. "And I'm kind of shocked myself. I guess. I don't know, Ren. I guess once I broke the seal on everything, it was a purge of—of everything. Talking about it, telling you the things I've kept secret all these years, facing the things I’ve been afraid of…it's been wildly cathartic. I don't know if I’ve fully processed it all yet, to be honest." She dots a quick, light kiss to my lips and wriggles off the bed. "Shower for me, breakfast for us, shower for you, and then we check on the others."
I watch her sashay into the bathroom until she's out of sight, and then I use the number the security guy gave me to ordera breakfast spread. That only took a few minutes before I got a confirmation text from him with an ETA of thirty-ish minutes for the food.
Leaving quite a bit of time to kill before the food arrives.
I go into the bathroom and lean against the counter to watch Sophia in the shower. She's wet and naked, black hair plastered to her scalp and neck and shoulders, head tipped back as she scrubs her chest and belly with a soapy washcloth.
God, she takes my breath away.
Her voice startles me. "You gonna just stand there or are you getting in?"
I don't need a second invitation. She lets me get under the spray with her, and soon we're entwined together, kissing, hands sliding on slick skin.
We spend as much time kissing and groping as we do getting clean. I get out first and dry off, and then wrap her in a towel, sink to my knees and take my time scrubbing her dry. And, since I'm on my knees already, I use the opportunity to take her pussy with my mouth. This time, there's no hurry, no desperation, no hesitation or concern. I take my time bringing her to a shuddering, panting orgasm, her ass against the counter, hands in my hair.
When she comes the first time, I hike her up onto the counter with a folded towel under my knees and I devour her all over again. She arches backward, hands reaching up and back to press against the mirror, heels tight against her ass, knees splayed wide apart, pulsing her pussy against my greedy mouth as she comes, and the sounds of ecstasy she makes for me burn into my my brain, into my soul, the panting whispers and gasping pleas and hoarse cries of delirious release.
I'm about to go for a third when a sharp trio of knocks announce the arrival of our breakfast.
