Sophia’s POV
My mind is hazy. My eyes stay closed.
One deep sigh after another, I catch my breath as my fingers feel his silky hair.
Having devoured both girls passionately, he peppers soft kisses on my pounding chest. He kneels above me, knees pressed around my hips. His hands were all over me, caressing and pressing, but surprisingly not going below my waist, despite the useless skirt covering nothing; I’ve never experienced anything like this since he started to show me ‘other things’.
Yet it feels like we’re not done.
I’ve crossed too many lines that I don’t dare to think of the world outside this room or penthouse.
The kisses stop, and his hair slips out of my feeble grip, leaving my fingers curled around nothing.
My eyes flutter half open in the dark to see his silhouette abov
