After returning,Ethan had been quite busy so he hadn't gotten time to be with Sophia until one day,he received that beckoning smile.
A smile appeared on his lips.
"I haven't unloaded myself since long ago…It's time to release the stock."
With a pleasant hum,he walked through the corridor and reached the bedroom.
The air shifted as Ethan pushed the bedroom door open. A lush, intoxicating wave of jasmine and lavender washed over him, mingling with something earthier, like sandalwood. The usual static of the day simply dissolved from his muscles.
"What's with this new atmosphere?" he asked, his voice a low murmur of appreciation.
Sophia stood by the bed, a sly smile playing on her lips. The flicker of a dozen candles painted her skin in gold. "It's for you. Now, get naked."
Ethan's eyebrows shot up. "Get naked? Me alone?" A frown creased his brow.
Don't they start with slow undressing, a lingering kiss, and foreplay.
"I have a surprise, so just do what I say." Her tone brooked no argument, a delicious command that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
She turned and slipped into the adjoining bathroom, leaving him alone with the hypnotic dance of the flames.
Curiosity, and a rising thrum of anticipation, welled inside him.
He took out his clothes quickly, and stripped.
He peeled his briefs down, his soft cock slapping against his thigh before settling, a heavy, limp weight that already felt full of potential. It lay against his skin like a dormant serpent, the loose skin draping gracefully over his balls.
Then the bathroom door clicked open.
Sophia emerged, and the air left Ethan's lungs in a silent rush. She was utterly, devastatingly naked.
Candlelight adored every inch of her. Her skin was the colour of warmed honey, glowing from within. His eyes, helpless, were drawn to the magnificent swell of her breasts, heavy and full with dusky, pebbled areolas that seemed to beckon him.
They sat high on her chest, their weight evident in their gentle sway as she moved. A narrow waist flared into generous hips, and between them, a neat triangle of dark, silky hair crowned her mound. Lower, her thighs were strong, tapering down to surprisingly delicate ankles.
"Now lay down on the bed. On your stomach."
His mind was a blank slate of pure want. He obeyed, settling onto the soft duvet, the cool fabric a shock against his heated skin. The position pressed his half-hard cock firmly against the mattress giving a dull, promising ache.
He heard the soft glug-glug of oil being poured, then the smooth slide of her palms together.
Her hands, slick and warm, landed on his shoulders. A soft, appreciative sigh escaped him as her strong fingers dug into the knotted tension there.
"Woowww!"Ethan moaned as he felt quite relaxed.
She worked his muscles with a practiced ease, kneading and pressing, her thumbs tracing the line of his spine. Every stroke melted him further into the bed.
"Mmmph… "The sound was pulled from him involuntarily.
"Feels incredible," he slurred, his face buried in the pillow.
Her hands moved down his back, spreading the warm, fragrant oil over his skin. The sensation was so deeply soothing, a perfect meditation. Then it changed. The smooth, therapeutic strokes vanished, replaced by a rougher, more insistent friction. A soft, wet squelch sound reached his ears. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder.
Sophia was leaning over him, her magnificent tits slicked with oil, sliding up and down the length of his back.
The feeling was electric, unbelievable.
The soft, heavy weight of them, the slick heat, the rough tease of her nipples dragging across his oiled skin was a sensory overload.
The pressure on his cock, trapped beneath him, became acute, a throbbing demand for attention. He was fully hard now, his erection bent uncomfortably, deliciously, against the bed, each movement of her body sending a fresh wave of sensation straight to its trapped, straining length.
"Fuck, Sophia… where did you learn this?"
"Stop asking," she purred, her voice thick with her own arousal, "and just fucking enjoy it."
She continued her slick, titty-fuck massage, moving lower, painting his skin with the oil from her chest. He could only groan, his fingers clutching the sheets. After a few more exquisite moments, she stopped. He heard her move off the bed.
"Turn over."
He flipped onto his back, his cock springing free, standing straight up, proud and leaking a shiny pearl of precum onto his stomach. His heart hammered against his ribs.
Sophia stood beside the bed, her eyes dark with hunger, fixed on his erection. She placed one knee on the mattress, then the other, straddling his thighs but not his cock. She leaned forward, her oily tits swaying, and captured his mouth in a deep, searching kiss.
Her tongue plunged past his lips, tasting of mint and want.
He reached for her, but she grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed above his head with a surprising strength.
"Just relax and enjoy.Let me do the job" she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot.
She released his wrists and slid backward, her slick skin gliding over his. She settled her weight onto his legs, her gaze dropping to his throbbing cock.
She didn't touch it with her hands. Instead, she leaned forward, bringing those incredible oil-slicked breasts to it. She pressed them together around his shaft, creating a hot, silken tunnel of flesh.
"Oh, god," he choked out.
She began to move, rocking her upper body, sliding her tits up and down his length.
The oil made every motion fluid, frictionless, and unbearably erotic. The swollen head of his cock emerged with a soft schlick at the top of each stroke, glistening and purple, before disappearing again between the lush, creamy mounds.
The visual was as potent as the sensation. He could only watch, mesmerized, as his dick was worshipped by her perfect tits.
"You like having your cock between my tits, Ethan?" she murmured, her voice a husky challenge. "You like watching it disappear?"
"Yes… fuck, yes, Sophia…"
Her rhythm stuttered, then increased, becoming faster, more frantic. He knew he couldn't last. His balls were drawing up, a familiar, urgent tension coiling in his gut.
"I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained.
"Look at me," she commanded.
His eyes, which had been locked on the erotic sight of his own penetration, snapped up to meet hers. Her gaze was fierce, unwavering. She increased her pace, her breasts a blur of motion around his shaft.
"Come for me," she said, her words a low growl. "Now."
The command shattered his last shred of control. With a guttural cry, his orgasm erupted.
Rope after thick rope of cum shot out, splattering across her chin, her lips, the slope of her neck.
The first jet was so powerful it hit her cheek with a wet splat. The next pulses painted her skin white, a glistening, excessive mess. She never blinked, never broke that intense, dominating eye contact. She kept milking him with her tits through every last spasm, until he was spent, lying limp and panting beneath her.
She finally released his softening cock and sat up, her chest and neck gleaming with his release. A slow, wicked smile spread across her cum-spattered face.
She leaned down, her face inches from his.
She wiped the cum over her chest with her finger and started to lick and suck her finger that caused Ethan cock to harden.
"This is just the starter,honey…I have learnt another wonderful thing.I have been waiting to try it."
"What is it?"Ethan asked in bewilderment to which Sophia cast a devilish smile.