Page 68 of Vivacity
God knows, she’s wet enough.
‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ I tell her, raising myself back up onto my knees. She turns her head to look at me, face flushed, hair everywhere, eyes glazed.
‘Do it. Put your big, bare dick inside me. I bet I’ll be able to feel every vein.’
Fuck, she’s filthy. I have a sudden and wholly unbidden image of my ex-wife—a woman I loved deeply and yet with whom I was incapable of communicating effectively. We had a satisfactory sex life, but it wasn’t likethis. Elena would neverhave said something she perceived to be that crude, but it’s more than that. She would never have let herself go enough to even have that desire, let alone voice it.
She was also the last woman I was bare with.
I shut the door on that intrusive thought pretty damn sharply and turn my attention to the sensual goddess before me, the goddess whose over-the-shoulder smile and dirty encouragements are kindling on my fire. Sophia has not an ounce of inhibition, and it’s one of the most intoxicating things about her.
‘You’d better fucking believe it.’ With my fingers wrapped firmly around my rock-hard dick, I drag my tip through her wetness. She’s hot and slippery and sublime, and the sensation of all that welcoming flesh sliding against my crown has me inhaling sharply. I recover enough to growl, ‘How does this feel?’
‘So much better than a condom. Fuck me with it.’
I position myself at her entrance. Every fibre in my body is pulsing with the need to shove myself inside her and eradicate every sensation, every thought, in favour of the clench of her cunt around me.
So it’s with a perverse sense of pleasure that I control myself enough to hold right where I am. Just for a moment. Just long enough to prove to myself that I can.
Engaging every abdominal muscle I have, I crouch over enough to massage one full, heavy tit, my skin scraping over her diamond-hard nipple. ‘I didn’t hear you asking nicely.’
‘Please, Ethan.’ She arches into me, trying to back up onto my dick. ‘Let me have that big, angry cock. Show me how well you can fuck me when you’re really, really wound up.’
‘Better…’ I push in the tiniest amount—not even half an inch.
‘No one can fuck me like you. Why d’you think I signed that fucking contract? Yours is the only dick I want. I’m begging you for it. Ineedit. I?—’
Without warning, I push right in, and fuck—oh myfuck.My head swims with the visceral, molten pleasure of ramming my dick exactly where it needs to be. I may have taunted her that she’ll feel every vein, but it’s the same for me. I’m sheathed in the warmest, tightest, wettest channel, and fuck if I can’t feel every inch of it. Soph’s as plush, as decadent, on the inside as she is on the outside.
There’s nothing like this.
This is the real deal.
Sheis the real deal.
I kneel here, bottomed out in her, and for a moment there’s only the blissful swirling of sensation as it pulls me into its vortex. I look down at the magnificent woman before me, at the wealth of abundance in her glorious body, at the place where we join, my dick buried deep inside her and my pelvic bone flush against her peachy arse.
But just for a moment, because every primitive instinct I have is telling me tomove.
And move I do.
I grab her hips hard as I pull out and ram straight back in. Jesus, that’s good. With nothing between us, her body is lighting up my dick. It feels like a bloody lightning rod. With a sob, shelowers herself down, arms outstretched and one cheek braced against the sheets, dark hair trailing everywhere.
‘God, yes.Harder.’ Her words are muffled by all that hair, but I’ve got her.
‘Fuckingyes,’ I manage, pulling out again so I can slam back in even harder. Surely there isn’t a narcotic on the planet equal to this? My entire body is consumed by the sweetest, most potent pleasure. My skin prickles with sweat, and I’m breathing heavily already. But she’s telling me she doesn’t want me holding back, and I need this hard. Need to fuck my way into oblivion.
I go for it. I undoubtedly freaked out in the car on the way back here, and I unleash every ounce of that on Sophia. This is who I am. This is when I know myself best. Here, on a bed like this, I trust myself to deliver every last thing she needs from me. I can do whatever the fuck I like to her and she’ll take it.
More than that. She’llloveit.
As I find my rhythm and grind into her, slow and hard and filthy, I let my hands go wild. I grab at her arse and drag them up her sides. I squeeze her tits hard, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I palm one tit while releasing the other to snake a hand through her hair and push her cheek further into the mattress. I grunt, and I thrust, and I fill myself up with all this incredible bounty.
I’m crazed with desire, delirious with it. I’ve never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted Soph in this moment, never wanted to drown in another person’s body like I’ve needed to submerge myself in hers. The sounds we’re making are fucking filthy—gasps and moans from her, pants and grunts from me, the dull, rhythmical beat of flesh slapping against flesh, and my God, is it amazing.
I throw my head back as my body seeks and seeks and seeks. I’m so deep inside Soph at this angle, and the sensationof bottoming out in her, bare like this, is a level of pleasure I’ve simply never known.
Her cries escalate, and the knowledge that I’m undoing her too, that she’s right there with me, has me hurtling towards orgasm like I’m on a fucking vertical ski slope.
