Sophia’s breath hitched, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came.
Slowly she climbed onto the bed, settling on all fours, her back arched slightly, ass presented to him.
The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable. She glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed.
Ethan undressed without hurry. Shirt, pants, boxers, everything folded neatly on the chair. When he was naked, his c**k was already hard, thick and heavy. He climbed onto the bed behind her.
He ran one hand down her spine, slow and possessive, then gripped her hips firmly with both hands as Sophia shivered.
“Ethan…” she whispered, half question, half plea.
He didn’t answer with words, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his c**k along her slick folds. She was already wet,
