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  A small breathless whisper escapes those sinful lips of hers as she takes my dick in one hand and hovers over the tip with her mouth, capturing my full attention. When she kisses me it sends a shiver down my spine, I don’t know how to do gentle or slow and the anticipation is killing me. Her lips part and she gives my length a long leisurely lick, like I was a fucking ice cream. I growl as the corners of her mouth twitch, she’s playing with me.

  “You get one warning Sofia. I’m not a cuddly teddy bear and if you’re going to keep up this softly softly shit we’re going to have an issue,” I caution as my hand winds through her hair, gripping tightly as I tilt her head back so she can see how serious I am.

  To my surprise my little vixen grins, before the tip of her tongue flicks between her lips and gives my dick the smallest lick ever. She was taking the piss, daring me to lose control and show her who was boss. And I was only too happy to oblige. I pull her face onto my cock and she opens her mouth willingly, letting out a soft moan as I thrust myself into her wetness. As I buck my hips steadily, not wanting this to be over too quickly, she suckles and slurps, the tiny noises going straight to my dick. Her hand on my shaft adds extra pressure as she slides it up and around following her mouth. This woman always manages to make me feel like a horny teenager about to blow his load. Running her hands over my thighs, every now and again she drags her nails over my skin before she starts cupping my balls, massaging them. She pulls away slightly and swirls her tongue over the tip of my cock as her hand now squeezes my ass. I almost come instantly as I see my shaft disappear between her gorgeous lips until she’s deep throating me, fuck this woman has some serious hidden talents. She uses her grip on my backside to control my thrusts but my body can’t take much more of her talented mouth as I begin to tense up. She speeds up, tightening her grip on my cock but also sucking harder until the pressure is too much and I can feel my release nearing. I try to pull away but she growls this time, warning me to stay in place as I come. I grin the biggest motherfucking grin ever as my cum fills her. I can see a trickle escape the side of her mouth and damn, I wish I could take a photo of this moment because Sofia has never looked hotter. My thighs clench and my body twitches as she takes every last drop from me before pulling away. Using her thumb, she swipes up the stray drizzle and slowly sucks her thumb. Fuck. I groan again but this time it’s because I know it’ll never be enough. I want this woman forever.

  7

  After closing time at the club I persuade Sofia to come back to mine. Now that I’ve got her I don’t want her to leave just yet. Armed with a stolen bottle of champagne and my award winning charm, I let her into my safe space. My skin tingles as she walks in the door and part of me wants to go back to the club instead but I push aside the urge to make her leave.

  “Your place isn’t what I was expecting,” she observes as she wanders around my living room.

  “What were you expecting?”

  She pours herself a glass of champagne, “Something more flashy? Maybe a poster of yourself?”

  “That’s in my bedroom,” I say winking at her.

  I look around and I realize what she’s saying. It’s bare; there are no photos or little nick knacks dotted around the place. There’s certainly nothing from my childhood here, tainting my apartment with memories I’d rather not have. Tonight I don’t want to dwell on that, I just want to feel alive and Sofia makes that happen.

  “You seem happier tonight, more...open,” I say, watching her carefully. I don’t want that iron curtain of morality to drop back down and shut me out.

  “I figure that there’s no point resisting,” she turns my armchair more to face the centre of the room, “You’re too used to getting your own way Sin and eventually you’d have worn me down anyway. The champagne helps.”

  She gives me a coy grin and motions for me to sit, which I do with a questioning look on my face. What is she up to? She finds my music system and connects wirelessly with her phone. Her music starts thrumming through the speakers and she does this little shimmy as her feet start moving to the beat. She shakes her hips like Shakira and I’m not even ashamed to say I am practically dribbling. Sofia’s hands drift to her hips and slowly they roam up her body, cupping her breasts, moving over her rib cage as she dances. She’s fluid, like the soft swell of the ocean as her body rises and rolls to the music. Her fingers trail along the top of her shoulders before Sofia's pushing the straps down. The dress is inched down over her toned body until it finally falls at her feet. Quickly kicking it away she turns, crossing her legs to bend down to touch her heels. Looking back at me she gives a wiggle and God I want to take a bite out of that ass so bad. Instead I just watch understanding the appeal of what I do now. Watching her move to the music is hypnotic, I’m entranced, enraptured even. It’s like she’s cast a spell on me and the movement of her body with the music is like a double tap―that’s it, I’m out. Game over Sinclair.

  I reach out and give her taunting behind a quick slap making her shake it even more as she laughs. Before I can swat her again she turns back to face me, her fingers hooked in the sides of her thong. With every pop of her hips, she slides them down lower over her pussy until I can see everything. Again she tosses them aside and I can’t take my eyes off her, this woman is gorgeous. The track changes to something slower, and she drops herself down, opening her legs when she’s squatting before shifting onto her knees and crawling towards me. Her hands skate up over my jeans and she's undone the button and gotten me out of them before I can even register that I recognise the song as one we dance to at the club. I pull my t-shirt off, helping her, so that we’re both finally naked.

  Her hands rub my thighs and we both watch as my dick bobs in response to her touch. A drop of glistening precum has formed on the head thanks to her teasing and taunting. She smiles again as she wraps her hand around the shaft and leisurely moves up and down. More teasing. Sofia will be the death of me if she carries on. As my lips meet hers I reach out and pinch her nipple, the swollen rose colored tip hardens under my fingers. She moans softly and I want to hear her make that noise. Every. Fucking. Day. She pulls away and gets to her feet, only for a second before she straddles me. I can feel the heat coming from her body as she takes my cock and positions it near her opening. She rubs the tip against her juices, coating me ready for her and spreading the slickness. Lowering herself slowly onto my dick I can feel her body clenching as it adjusts to mine and fuck, she feels tight. Her arms come around my neck and she pauses for a moment, her forehead against mine and I want to savor this. There’s something about being connected like this that’s raw and unlike anything I’ve ever know. I wait for Sofia, and when she begins to roll her hips, moving up and down on me I know there’s no going back. I take a breast in each hand, cupping and kneading as her head tilts back. She moves with abandon now, faster and faster as she chases her orgasm. I capture one of her nipples with my teeth, the pain combining with the pleasure, making her shudder while my thumbs flick her other pebble-hard bud. It doesn’t take long before she’s bringing herself in tighter, thighs squeezing me, pulling me deeper onto her breast before a feral noise is ripped from her throat. My own climax is on the brink at that point and when she starts to come it pushes me over the edge. Thrusting from beneath her, I finish us both off. I can feel her pussy milking me for everything I have as she rocks gently on my cock until we are both breathing heavy, clutching at each other. Is this what it feels like to be consumed by another person?

  “So when are you going to introduce me to your friends?” Sofia asks as the steam pours from the bathroom swirling around her naked figure. She hasn’t really left since that night when I first brought her over here. It’s been a whirlwind and we’ve fallen into a routine of sorts. Just when I start to feel crowded she goes to work, visits her family or back to her apartment but every free moment she comes back and we fuck like rabbits.

  “Uhh...soon?” I offer weakly as she snorts, disappearing for her shower.

  “Well what
about meeting my parents?” she calls out.

  I practically cough up my coffee, moving towards the bathroom doorway I watch her through the frosted glass.

  “Hey Sin, can you hear me?” she pauses for a second and then starts soaping herself down, humming a song I don’t recognize.

  I say nothing and let her think I’m back in the kitchen. Her silhouette is hazy, but I would recognize every curve and line of her body even if I was blind. She is under my skin in a way I didn’t think possible and for a moment I feel a tightening in my stomach. I’m Sinclair Beaumont, I don’t get attached. I don’t have chicks showering in my apartment. I can feel something in the back of my head beginning to panic. She wants to meet my friends? Heck, she wants me to meet her parents...but we aren’t, I mean this isn’t... a relationship. This is just two consensual adults fucking. A lot. I lean against the door frame, lost in my thoughts. As she steps out of the shower and begins to dry herself off, something catches my eye.

  “What’s that?”

  “What?” she asks innocently, putting her hair up in the towel.

  “That fucking thing!” I say pointing at the purple monstrosity on the shelf.

  “My...toothbrush?” she replies slowly, clearly unsure of where I’m going with this. After a second of me looking at her with narrowed eyes she folds her arms and glares back at me. “Is there a problem Sin?”

  “Yes! Who said you could put it there?”

  She frowns at me for a moment before something like understanding crosses her face.

  “Ohhh I get it. You’re okay with me staying every night, having sex, sharing showers, making dinner together but leaving my toothbrush here is a hell no?”

  “You aren’t moving in woman, why does it need to be here?”

  “Because I’m here and I need to brush my teeth before work you dumbass. God you are a real jerk!” She hisses.

  Grabbing the offending toothbrush she storms out of the bathroom. Gathering up her clothes from yesterday she throws them into a bag, huffing and muttering in Spanish. Tugging out a small drawer at the bottom of my wardrobe she also pulls out a handful of underwear. When the fuck did they get there?

  “I have been here everyday for the last month Sinclair. Every single day. Joder! And you’re getting pissy because I need to brush my teeth or heaven forbid have clean knickers! Look at you, is this making you uncomfortable? Am I getting too close?” she asks getting in my face.

  After a moment or two of silence Sofia barges past me, scoops up her coat and her car keys and she’s gone before I can even understand what just happened. All I did was point out that she doesn’t need to leave her stuff at mine. It’s better if she brings it with her. Boundaries. This is my space.

  8

  I last three days before I call her. Pussy. It was driving me up the wall, her silence, and I know I started the fight. She pushes me, tries to get inside my head and I’m afraid to let her in. I’m not a good guy, my demons will always rule and I’ll always be a dickhead — I don’t know how to change that. But I shouldn’t have handled it like that, I lost my cool. She comes over to talk and the second she steps through the door I apologize. Over and over again.

  “I’m a shithead, I’m sorry,” I say awkwardly, looking at my feet. Admitting I’m wrong doesn’t come naturally for me.

  She pulls me into a hug, “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. I just found out they’re closing the community centre and it just put me in a foul mood anyway.”

  Her hands move over my back, it’s both comforting and oddly arousing.

  “I missed you,” she whispers as her hands slide beneath my t-shirt and she pulls it up over my head. Tiptoeing to kiss me, her fingers move across my chest, nails dragging over my skin. My hands snake around her waist pulling her closer into me so that I can deepen the kiss. Our mouths collide and it’s like the fight ignited our passion, it’s explosive between us. She nibbles on my lip before kissing down my neck. I groan as her teeth scrape across the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. My hands slide under her jumper only to find she’s not wearing a bra. I palm her breasts gently before tweaking her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Pushing up her stupid jumper I claim them with my mouth. I flick my tongue over one, sucking and licking with everything I have while I pinch the other. I pull away only for a moment to push her leggings and panties down. I don’t want to piss about; I want to be inside her. She unbuttons my jeans and does the same so we’re both stood naked in my lounge.

  Grinning I push her onto the sofa on her knees and position her over the back, her ass in the air. Grabbing her hips I brush against her slick, wet opening with my cock. It glides against her, the wetness seeping out of her folds as she tries to move onto me. I chuckle as Sofia gives a little whimper.

  “Oh darlin’ this isn’t going to be soft and gentle,” I warn. Going three days without sex, without her, was harder than I ever thought it would be.

  “I never asked for soft or gentle Sinclair,” she teases as she wiggles against me.

  Sliding inside her with ease, this woman was built for me. We both let out a small groan at the connection. My fingers dig into her hips as I push myself all the way in up to the hilt. Without giving her time to adjust I pull out and thrust roughly back in. I weave one hand in her dark luscious hair, wrapping it around my fist and use it to pull her head back. I slam myself into her again, feeling her pussy clenching around me as I do. I spank her, the crack of my hand meeting her ass cheek echoes around the room before I thrust again.

  “Aahhhhh. Do it again!” she begs and I’m only too happy to oblige. My hand comes down harder this time, a red bloom spreading across her flesh where my hand has been.

  I stop moving, afraid I’ll come too soon so I reach around and taunt her clit a little while she’s still impaled on my cock. My fingers are slippery, coated with her wetness so I move them over her asshole, preparing her for when I slide inside. My hand rests against her ass as I massage her, applying a little pressure before slowly pushing my finger in, she stiffens for a moment but after a second or two arches back into me, wanting more and I continue strumming her clit with my other hand as I gently work my finger in and out of her. I bring her to the edge, her breathing hard and her body beginning to spasm before I remove my finger and roll my hips. As her orgasm takes over and I’ve taken her to the edge I thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until she’s barely able to remember her name. She comes with a drawn out moan and pushes herself onto me even further as I cum with a groan. It doesn’t get better than this.

  Spent from the intensity of the makeup sex I grab her and throw her over my shoulder in a fireman lift, carrying her into the bedroom. I get a twinge as I drop her onto the king-size and she quickly burrows into my sheets. Seeing her in my bed does something I can’t explain and I crawl in beside her.

  Sofia lies with her head on my chest, her fingers tapping out the steady rhythm of my heartbeat as her leg snakes its way across my body. I’ve never felt more crowded, like my space is being invaded, but surprisingly I actually enjoy her warmth next to mine. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, the other I use to silence her tapping and hold her hand.

  “Tell me something nobody else knows about you.”

  “Honey, I’m an open book. It’s a flaw of my character.”

  “You’re also a liar, Sinclair Beaumont, a charmer who’ll say anything to get what he wants.”

  “Ha! You wound me!”

  She raises a brow and gives me a look that I’m sure would bring our children into line, that is, if I ever were to have children, with her. I shake away the thoughts of a white picket fence and think about what she’s asking me. She wants me to give her a part of myself that no one else has. She’s asking me to let her in, and I want to. I do. But I’m not ready to give her everything. So I stick with a simple truth.

  “I have a younger brother,” I say, with a hushed voice.

  “What?”

  “Yeah,
we don’t really talk much. I left home as soon as I could, but Lucas was still in school. We just kind of drifted.” I give her the PG version and leave out the one where he punched me and slashed the tires of my truck to stop me from leaving. Where he said I’d abandoned him. I don’t mention the guilt that weighs me down every time I think about him. I left him behind― with her.

  “Come on, let’s talk about something else,” I give her a gentle squeeze and to my surprise, my fiery dancer doesn't push it any further.

  She smiles and reaches up to kiss me, “I’m done breaking down your walls for today Sin. No more words.”

  I pull her on top of me, her slender frame designed to fit me perfectly as she slides onto my dick. She groans as she eases herself onto me and fuck if I don’t let out a little moan of my own as she takes my face in her hands and begins peppering my face with tiny kisses. There’s something strangely intimate about the way her mouth never really leaves my skin. We’re connected in every way possible and it’s like she’s in my blood. It’s not like I’d never had sex, Jesus, in fact I've probably had too much, but Sofia is something different.

  9

  We spend Saturday walking up and down the strip handing out leaflets. Asking random people to sign a petition to keep the community centre open is just wasting my weekend with Sofia. She’s going away in a few days with her family on some sort of annual vacation thing. All of them go, like all the cousins and aunts, thirty of them, and my mind boggles at that. I think it’ll do her some good to get away from here for a few days, worrying about the community centre has put her in a bad mood lately and I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle that.