Page 32 of Rescuing Sophia

His large hands rest on the outside of my thighs, caressing them with a mixture of gentleness and possession before slowly sliding upward, claiming every inch of my skin.

He leans down and nips at my inner thigh, a rough bite that makes me gasp as pleasure mingles with the sting. His hands are gentle yet insistent as they spread my folds, revealing my swollen and sensitive clit. His eyes devour the sight hungrily before he leans in. He starts with soft, teasing sucks that have me moaning, then increases the intensity when my reactions spur him on.

I arch my back off the mattress as he flicks his tongue skillfully, tracing intricate circles around my most sensitive nub while his fingers part my folds below with expert precision. His other hand finds my throat, gripping it loosely, a subtle reminder of his control that sends further shivers down my spine, making me feel both dominated and cherished.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against my flesh, his voice a blend of desire and appreciation. He licks up a bead of moisture that has gathered there, savoring the taste, before pushing two fingers inside me with a slow yet firm motion.

A thick groan escapes his throat as he fills me, his fingers moving rhythmically, seeking out that special spot that makes my body convulse with pleasure.

His relentless touch launches me over the edge. My legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy course through every inch of my being. My scream of pleasure fills the room, a raw expression of the intense release he coaxed from me.

As the final tremors of my orgasm subside, Blake wastes no time. With a confident motion, he moves on top of me, his eyes dark with lust and determination. His cock, more than recovered from the blowjob, now stands erect and eager, pressing insistently against my entrance.

Heat radiates from him, a tangible expression of his desire that makes my breath hitch. His hands grip my hips firmly, lifting me slightly to align our bodies perfectly. With a deliberate thrust, he enters me, filling me completely.

The sensation overwhelms me—his thick length stretching me, pushing deeper with each driving motion. He sets a rhythm, slow and intense at first, letting me feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive core.

Blake’s eyes lock onto mine, holding my gaze as he moves inside me. Our physical and emotional connection intensifies the experience, melding our bodies and desires into a singular, pulsating dance. His thrusts grow more urgent, and I respond with equal fervor, matching his movements, lost in the primal rhythm we create together.

The bed creaks beneath us with the force of his thrusts, and the sound mingles with our moans and gasps, creating a symphony of pleasure that fills the room. His hands roam over my body, one coming up to grasp my breast, squeezing and kneading, while the other slides to my clit, circling it with skilled precision. My body reacts instinctively, arching into him, seeking more.

The intensity builds, and another orgasm coils deep within me, ready to explode. Blake senses it. His movements become erratic,driven by the raw need to claim and possess. With a final, deep, shuddering thrust, he pushes us both over the edge.

We come together, a shared climax that sends waves of ecstasy crashing through us. My walls clench around him, milking his release as he spills into me with a guttural groan. The sensation is almost too much, a blissful overload that leaves me gasping and quivering beneath him.

Blake’s hands gently rest on my hips, the firm grip now tender as he slowly pulls out and lowers himself beside me, grounding me in the moment with the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I catch my breath, feeling the lingering aftershocks of our intimacy resonating through every part of me.

Blake’s hands gently rest on my hips, grounding me in the moment with the warmth of his body against mine. I catch my breath, feeling the lingering aftershocks of our intimacy.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” A genuine smile brightens my face for the first time in years.

The feeling of Blake’s warm body against mine, still intimately joined, creates a profound sense of rightness, like the shattered pieces of my soul are beginning to knit back together. Blake’s fingertips trace idle patterns on my skin, soothing and grounding.

I take a fortifying breath. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex without fear, force, or dread.”

Comprehension dawns in Blake’s expressive eyes. He cups my face tenderly, thumbs caressing my cheekbones.

“I’m honored to give you that,” he whispers fervently. “I want nothing more than to worship this exquisite body and make you feel cherished.”

Blake presses a soulful kiss to my lips, pouring heartfelt emotion into the intimate touch. Tears prick my eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of care and gentleness he shows me.

“I could use a shower.” I sigh contentedly, then shift, feeling the delicious soreness in my muscles.

“Mind if I join you?” His playful grin is hard to resist.

“Not at all.” I wink, and together, we make our way to the bathroom, the steam enveloping us as we step under the warm spray.

The water cascades over our intertwined bodies, washing away the remnants of sleep and intensifying our connection.

“Ready for some breakfast?” After we’ve cleaned up, Blake wraps me in a soft towel, his touch lingering on my skin.

“Absolutely.” My stomach growls in response, making us both laugh.

TEN

Sophia

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