She drew the sundress over her head and tossed it to the floor. Naked, she climbed onto his lap. His cock was already hard and jutted out before him. She rubbed her pussy along his cock, spreading her already flowing juices along his length.
“Sofia …”
“Yes?”
“Take whatever you need. It’s all yours.”
Their eyes met. The connection she felt to him was bigger than the sex connection they were about to have. She saw his realization of that fact the same time it hit her.
She lowered to kiss him, her heart tightening even as it raced in her chest. Moments later, she sank onto his cock, his shaft stretching her wide as she impaled herself. She could feel the throbbing of his heart inside her, his pulsing cock connecting her to him.
Sofia moved over him, taking him into her body and using him for her own pleasure. For so many years, she’d done everything in her life for everyone else. Here and now, she took what she needed—and Marc freely gave it to her. Her gaze drifted to the bonds at his hands and she knew it wasn’t freely. She pulled off the Velcro closures and pulled hands away, knowing it had to be openly given.
He lay there, still a moment, as if he didn’t know what she needed. Slowly, he lowered his hands to her hips, holding on to her as she continued to move over him, taking her passions from his flesh.
Never once did he try to take over, seemingly aware she needed this. She needed to take something for herself.
She writhed and moved over him, pleasuring herself. Sofia leaned forward, offering her nipple to his firm lips as she moved one of his hands to her clit, demanding what she needed. Marc did everything she urged him to, suckling her as he rubbed her hardened nub.
Sofia watched him under her. She sensed his need to take over. Knowing he wanted to roll her over and take control, she was pleased when he held tight to his reserve and let her have what she needed from him.
Her orgasm sneaked up on her, blasting from nowhere. Her body tightened. Marc held her tightly, pumping his shaft into her as her release stretched on and on.
Marc stiffened under her, hot jets of cum erupting from him and into her body. He gripped her hips tightly as he emptied himself into her. When he was done, he pulled her close, kissing her passionately before rolling them both to the side.
He stared at her, a soft smile on his lips as he gently brushed strands of her hair from her face. “Thank you.”
“For? I should thank you for letting me take what I wanted.”
Marc grinned. “Thank you for trusting me enough. I don’t ever want to hurt you like that.”
The stark honesty was still new to her, but she loved the sound of it in his voice. They still had far to go, but she wanted to go in this journey with him.
“So now that you’re unemployed, what are you planning?”
She grinned. “That trip to college I missed out on? I think I might go.”
Marc smiled. “I think that would be great for you. You know, there are some great colleges in Maryland.”
Sofia chuckled. “I know. Loyola looks interesting, actually.”
Marc’s smile faded. “You already checked into Maryland colleges? Before I came to apologize?”
“Don’t you think I feel whatever this is between us? I missed you, too.”
Marc smiled again, trailing his forefinger over her bottom lip. “You don’t have to miss me anymore. Nor I, you.”
“At least for the next few weeks.”
“Maybe longer,” he said. “Who knows? I could have a sexy co-ed for a girlfriend. I like it.”
“A girlfriend? Not your mistress?”
His smile slowly faded. “I want something a little more permanent. If you’re willing to consider it.”
Oh boy, was she.
The End
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Alexandra recently turned the dreaded forty while her teenager legally became an adult—all in the same year. Those events have added more gray hairs into her head. She uses most of her writing income on bad dye jobs and wine. Mostly wine. (You should see her roots!)
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