In Sofia's bedroom, the air felt heavier, saturated with a sweet perfume that wrapped around me. As she held me, I could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest, a physical reminder of the intimacy we had sealed just two days earlier, when she gave me her virginity on that very bed. There was something new in her demeanor today; Sofia looked at me with a mischievous, filthy sparkle, a newly discovered confidence shining in her light-colored eyes. She whispered that she wanted to make me feel good, noticing the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders, and promised she would take care of me so I could finally relax.
In truth, the exhaustion built up from the fights with Bianca and the tensions of college weighed heavily on me, and there was no reason to deny the affection Sofia offered so wholeheartedly. I wrapped my arms around her back, feeling her silky skin beneath my fingers, and pulled her closer, erasing any space left between us. Sofia intertwined her arms around my neck and kissed me with a sweet urgency, our tongues sliding against each other in perfect synchrony, making time seem to stop. As we lost ourselves in that contact, my hand traveled down her back until it reached the curve of her ass.
When I slipped my hand inside her pajamas, I was met with a delicious surprise: Sofia wasn't wearing panties. While our tongues still worked in a deep kiss, my fingers squeezed the soft, firm flesh of her ass, feeling the heat emanating from her. A low, sharp moan escaped her throat against my mouth, a sound of pure pleasure awakened by my bold touch.
Sofia slowly broke the kiss, and a thin strand of saliva still connected our lips for a brief second before snapping. Face to face with her, I could take in her intensely flushed face and that look filled with an innocent lust that only she possessed. With an agile movement, she knelt down and began to slide down my body, while I took the opportunity to remove my shirt, tossing it aside. Sofia gently pulled down my shorts, and obviously my cock was already completely erect, throbbing in front of her.
"I'll do my best."
She said it while blowing warm air against my skin, making me shiver. Her lips slid over the glans, and a hot, wet sensation instantly spread over the head of my cock. I stroked her long blonde hair, feeling its texture between my fingers as she began a careful suction. It was clear she wasn't skilled—after all, this was her first time exploring that territory—but her genuine effort and desire to please me made everything ten times more intense. Sofia moved her head with dedication, trying to use her tongue in ways she had probably seen somewhere, entirely focused on my pleasure.
"Luke, I think you're going to like this."
She said it as she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and cast me a mysterious look. Sofia stood up and went to the wardrobe, returning with a bottle of lubricant in her hands. To my surprise, she poured a generous amount over her own breasts and knelt again between my legs.
"I researched things men might like."
She confessed with a trembling voice, her face burning with embarrassment at the admission, yet without looking away. That mix of shyness and boldness was fascinating.
"Sofia, you're incredible."
I praised her sincerely, stroking the top of her head to validate her efforts. She smiled, encouraged, and positioned my cock between her full breasts. Sofia pressed them together, crushing my cock in that valley of soft, lubricated flesh, and began moving her body up and down. The sensation of that "boob job" was divine; the warmth of her skin combined with the pressure of her breasts was something I never expected her to learn so quickly.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it does. But I prefer your pussy."
I said it in a rough voice, sincere but keeping the dirty tone the situation demanded. Sofia stopped moving and shot me a lustful look, standing up to give me a few quick, teasing kisses before positioning herself on all fours on the bed. Her plump, white ass was raised, offering a magnificent view, though still partially covered by her pajamas. I didn't hesitate to pull the fabric away, fully revealing her pale skin and her pink pussy, glistening under the dim bedroom light.
I leaned in and ran my tongue there, tasting the natural honey already dripping from her; Sofia was completely soaked after all those preliminaries. The flavor was addictive. I stood up briefly to grab a condom from my backpack, because despite the pleasure, I had no intention of becoming a father anytime soon. As I rolled the latex over my cock, Sofia finished undressing, waiting for me with vibrating anticipation.
"Can you get on all fours again?"
I asked, and she complied immediately, throwing a glance over her shoulder that mixed submission and desire. Seeing Sofia like that was enchanting and powerfully arousing. I positioned myself behind her, gripping one of her buttocks firmly to guide my cock to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, I began to penetrate her; the sensation of being enveloped by that tight, wet heat made my blood boil.
"Aah… Luke…"
A soft, drawn-out moan slipped from her lips as I slid fully inside, filling her to the limit. I began moving my hips slowly and rhythmically, wanting to savor every millimeter of that connection. I needed to get used to the delicious pressure of her walls, knowing that if I sped up now, the pleasure would be too intense for me to control for long.
I tightened my grip on her hips, feeling her firm flesh mold under my fingers as I continued those slow, deep thrusts. The sound of our contact—a wet, rhythmic slap—echoed through the silent room, blending with Sofia's increasingly erratic breathing. I wanted to feel every fold of that tight pussy stretching to receive me, and each time I went fully in, I heard a dragged sigh escape her lips, as if she were trying to process the magnitude of what she was feeling.
"You're so tight, Sofia… it feels like you were made to fit me," I whispered, curving my body over hers until my chest pressed against her sweaty back.
My hands left her hips for a moment and moved up to reach her breasts, which bounced lightly with the movement of our bodies. I squeezed them eagerly, feeling the slick texture from the technique she had used earlier, while my teeth brushed her earlobe. Sofia let out a louder moan, arching her back and pushing her ass even harder against me, a silent invitation for me to abandon caution.
"Luke… harder… please," she begged, her voice breaking and loaded with an urgency that made me lose what little control I was still trying to maintain.
I accepted the invitation. I changed the rhythm, abandoning slowness and switching to faster, more vigorous thrusts. The sound of my groin slapping against her ass became more constant, a carnal impact that filled the room. Sofia buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure, but her body betrayed the intensity of the sensation; I could feel her inner walls pulsing around my cock, as if trying to suck me inside.
It was fascinating to witness her transformation. The sweet, shy Sofia of everyday life had given way to a hungry woman who gripped the sheets tightly and rolled her eyes every time I hit the depths of her intimacy. I felt the heat rising between us, sweat sticking our skins together, creating a delicious friction that pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
I squeezed her neck lightly but possessively with one hand, just to feel her accelerated pulse, while with the other I searched for her clit, massaging it rhythmically in sync with my thrusts. The combination was the final blow for her. Sofia began to tremble violently, her legs shaking on the bed as her body went into spasms of pure ecstasy.
"I'm going to… I'm going to… aah!" she screamed, my name getting lost in a long, sharp moan as she came intensely around my cock.
That frantic squeeze of her orgasm was the trigger I needed. I grabbed her firmly by the waist, burying myself inside her one last time with all my strength, and felt my own body lock up. Pleasure exploded at the base of my spine, rising like an electric shock as I emptied myself into the latex condom, pulsing inside her in a rhythm that seemed unwilling to stop.
I collapsed onto her, exhausted, feeling Sofia's heart hammering against my ribs through her back. The room was saturated with the scent of our sex and the heat of our heavy breathing. We stayed there for long minutes, in sacred silence, until she slowly turned, her eyes shining and a smile of complete satisfaction and adoration directed at me.
The ecstasy of the first orgasm still reverberated through our bodies, but as Sofia relaxed beneath my weight, I felt that my desire hadn't faded. On the contrary, seeing the state she was in—with flushed cheeks, blonde hair spread across the pillow, and that look of total surrender—only fueled a new wave of lust. My blood still pulsed strongly, and my cock, even after climax, showed no signs of resting anytime soon.
I carefully moved off her and sat on the edge of the bed. The sound of the latex being removed and the knot I tied in the used condom seemed to echo in the charged silence of the room. Sofia watched me with sleepy curiosity, but when she saw me reach into the backpack again and pull out a new laminated packet, her eyes widened slightly, and a mischievous smile began to form on her lips.
"Luke? You're still…" she started, but her voice faltered at the sight of my determination.
"I told you you're incredible, Sofia. And what's incredible deserves an encore," I replied in a rough, deep voice, tearing open the new package with my teeth while maintaining eye contact.
I slid the new layer of latex over my cock, already firm and throbbing again. I returned to the center of the bed, but this time I didn't want the all-fours position. I pulled Sofia by the thighs, bringing her to the edge of the mattress until her legs were suspended. I positioned myself standing between her knees, forcing her to look up at the imposing figure I cast over her.
I grabbed her ankles and rested them on my shoulders, spreading her completely. The view was absolute: the entrance of her pussy was still shiny, pink, and slightly swollen from the previous sex, pulsing in a mute invitation. Without wasting time, I lined myself up and pushed in all at once. The wet sound of penetration was loud, and Sofia let out a deep gasp, throwing her head back as her hands frantically searched for support in the sheets.
"Oh God… it feels so much bigger now," she babbled, her walls squeezing me with renewed strength, as if trying to expel and embrace the invasion at the same time.
"That's because I'm not done with you yet," I whispered, leaning forward to pin her hands against the mattress, interlacing our fingers.
This time, there was no room for initial slowness. I began pumping with long, powerful thrusts, taking advantage of the angle that allowed me to go even deeper, hitting every sensitive spot with each drive. Sofia's body reacted violently; she rode the mattress under my command, her breasts bouncing rhythmically and sweat once again glistening on her pale skin. The friction was intense, the heat almost unbearable, and the pleasure now carried a note of savagery the first round hadn't had.
The intensity of that second round was different; there was no longer the caution of discovery, only the raw desire to explore every inch of pleasure Sofia offered me. My thrusts became faster, a frantic rhythm that made the headboard bang repeatedly against the wall, a sound that filled the room along with our mixed moans. I watched her lose her breath, mouth parted as she tried to draw in air that seemed to escape her, while her nails dug into my forearms, leaving red marks I barely felt due to the adrenaline.
"Luke… I can't take it… it's too much…" she moaned, her voice fading as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
I didn't stop. Instead, I released her hands and grabbed her thighs firmly, lifting them higher to change the angle of impact. With each thrust, I felt her pussy tighten to the point of almost crushing, a natural suction signaling she was about to explode again. The heat radiating from our point of union was intense, and the scent of sex mixed with her sweet perfume created an intoxicating atmosphere that made me want to go beyond every limit.
I leaned over her, pressing our sweaty chests together, and began delivering short, rapid thrusts, focusing entirely on the entrance and the sensitivity of the glans. Sofia arched her body, her hips rising to meet me in an involuntary spasm. The sound of our skin colliding was like carnal applause, and I felt the exact moment her body gave up resisting. She let out a muffled scream against my neck and began to tremble from head to toe, her intimacy contracting in powerful waves that dragged me into the abyss with her.
"Sofia… now!" I growled, feeling unbearable pressure at the base of my cock.
I delivered three final thrusts, the strongest and deepest of the entire night, burying myself in her until there was nowhere left to go. My body locked in absolute tension as I felt the hot stream fill the condom, a sensation of release and pleasure that seemed to drain every ounce of my vital energy. We remained frozen in that position for long seconds, the only movement being the pounding of our accelerated hearts and the trembling of our exhausted muscles.
Slowly, I slid out of her and removed the protection, feeling the cool air of the room hit my sweaty skin. Sofia lay motionless, her legs still spread and her eyes fixed on the ceiling, wearing a vague, satisfied smile of someone who had just weathered a storm of sensations. I lay down beside her, feeling the mattress envelop us as if welcoming us after battle.
There was no need for words. With the last of her strength, Sofia crawled closer to me, nestling her head against my chest and lazily draping an arm around my waist. I slipped an arm beneath her and pulled the sheet over us, shielding us from the chill that was beginning to cool the room.
The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable like the one in my apartment with Bianca; it was a silence of peace and completeness. I felt my eyelids grow heavy, the exhaustion of the week and the physical effort of the last hours finally taking their toll. Before sleep claimed me entirely, I felt Sofia place a soft, damp kiss on my shoulder, whispering something inaudible that sounded like murmurs of love. Within minutes, her breathing became deep and steady, and I followed her, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep—exhausted, but finally relaxed.