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My head dips to her chest as I let out a hard laugh. She giggles with me, more so when I rear back and strip her shirt offher. A thin pink slip of a bra holds in her ample bosom, and I test the bounds with my hands, kneading her gently.

I’ll strip that off her after I get these jeans off her. They’re tight, but a few sharp tugs have me gathering the fabric in my hands and tossing them over the corner of the bed.

Her panties match, and I can just make out the small dark patch of her trimmed pussy beneath. I bend to press my mouth over her covered mound, kissing and laving the tender spot at the apex of her sex.

A shaky moan has my muscles tightening. I want to be inside her when she comes this time.

I rear back over her, and I must look wild with the way her eyes widen. Then, her hands are pushing my shirt up under my arms so that I have to aid her in removing it. I eagerly do so, soaking in the way her touch smooths over my torso.

It only takes a minute to shed the rest of our clothes, and I’m nestled between her thighs. Her palms spread across my chest and shoulders as her bare legs squeeze around me. The heat of her core as she cups me against her folds has me quaking with my need to claim her.

With a few rotations of my hips, I’m in place to glide inside her, and the tilt of her hips has me pushing in. Fuck. She’s tight. Wet. I want all of her. Every inch.

We glide together, bodies in sync, working to have me fill her up completely. It takes a few thrusts to seat myself, and when I pause, I feel her clamp down on me.

Sofia seems to revel in the groan I drop against her neck. Her hand splays across the back of my head. I suppose she likes all the little things I do with my mouth.

Slowly, we rock against each other again, building a rhythm that’s steady and so fucking good. I could make this hard and quick, but I want to enjoy every little nuance and pleasure point I can find. I’m not going to do that by going too fast.

What I will allow myself is to lift above her, sharpening the angle and sending me deeper as I watch her mouth gape from noiseless pleasure. Every thrust sends her breasts bouncing, her hips rocking, and her grip finds my forearms as she holds onto me.

Fuck, her head lifts to watch where we’re joined. She did last time, too, and it turns me on to know she enjoys the view.

Then, I remember her glasses, and I touch them gently.

Her gaze lifts to mine, searching. “Do you mind?”

I shake my head. “No, Soph. I don’t mind, but I wouldn’t say no to getting my hands on some of that footage. It might keep me going between tastes of you.”

The sly look she gives me says she agrees. She lifts her shoulders to kiss me, hard and hungry, until I’ve almost forgotten the absolute turn-on of having every moment of this captured on video. Of her watching the footage back.

When her mouth falls from mine, I brace on my palms, and the right angle and the right force have her mouth open in pleasure, the wet slap of my hips against her thighs echoing between us.

Fuck, Sofia is so goddamn sexy.

I reach down for her knee and shift the angle of her hips. The low groan she gives me tells me I’ve found what I’m looking for. Her body coils tight, and I’m relentless, not pounding but giving her enough force that her eyes roll back.

Yes. Fucking yes, Soph. Come for me.

She whines like I’ve been whispering those words to her like a prayer. And maybe I have been.

Her orgasm hits her hard, making her rigid and then fluid until I slow to a soft rocking.

“So fucking beautiful when you come.”

Her whimper prompts a pout, which I kiss away.

“It’s one of my new favorite things.”

Laughter squeezes her around me, and I groan.

“God, you’re still so hard.”

“That’s right, love. I’m not done with you yet.”

The naughty grin lighting up her features has me glowing inside, too. I’m completely enamored with her. And there’s nothing that can change that.

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