sophia laforteza

When you first showed interest in Sophia, no one was surprised. She was exactly the type of girl you liked: the goody-two-shoes, perfect-at-everything but extremely shy type.

At first, it was a little complicated to get to her. Sophia was a little too dedicated to her studies, and when she wasn't in class, she was hurrying down the hallway to get to the next one. And even when you managed to talk to her properly and invite her on a date, things were extremely awkward at first, given you both were too timid to say too much and too cowardly to make a first move.

The relationship progressed slowly. Too slowly, according to some of your friends, but you didn't mind—you wanted Sophia to feel comfortable at her own pace, so if little pecks, hand holding and cuddling was her limit, that was perfect for you, too.

Except… That wasn't her limit.

Your first time was perfect; dreamlike, even. Sophia had lit the scented candles you bought for her, and she made sure to ask for consent for every part of your body she touched, as if she was unsure of what she was and wasn't allowed to do. You taught her the pace, and in between the soft kisses and loving way Sophia has always touched you, she actually managed to get you to orgasm—something she said surprised even her. It was cute at the moment, but Sophia couldn't keep the act for too long.

It all started with a hickey. You didn't mind it, because who has never gotten a hickey? And, yes, of course, all of your friends noticed it and you were the butt of the joke for a few weeks, but Sophia had gotten a little too good at touching you for you to pay any mind when you felt her lips on your neck.

Then, right after making you cum, while still moving to overstimulate your sensitive muscle, she bit you. It caught you off guard, but your shocked scream came out more like a moan than a cry for help, and even while she looked at you, checking your reaction, she could tell you liked it by the way you were rolling your eyes and scratching her back.

The worst one, though, was when you were already expecting Sophia to intervene with whatever oral fixation she had, but she literally stopped in the middle of fingering you to look up with those big, innocent eyes just to ask ”can I call you my whore?”. It was humiliating because you didn't have to answer with words; the way your hips started chasing her hands told her everything she needed to know.

After pulling back for breath, Sophia stripped down to just her underwear and mounted your body, her mouth finding yours like puzzle pieces falling into places while she smiled. Her hand traced your bare side until it stopped on your waist, hoisting it up so she could better position herself between your legs. She finally gave you a final peck before lifting herself to stare at you.

“So sensitive, baby…” She teased, pressing her own thigh to your clothed crotch, getting a gasp out of you. Despite pointing that out, she's riding your thigh without even noticing that she's looking for that friction. “You'd let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn't you?” Sophia whispered, lowering herself to place her kiss-swollen lips to your collarbone. “Tell me yes,” she pleads against your skin, trailing up towards your neck, then your chin, and stopping right above your lips, “because I want to do something to you, really badly.” She admitted, and her eyes betrayed her by looking towards the nightstand. When you tried to follow, she grabbed you by your chin, stopping you with a devious smile you've never seen before.

“All I need you to do is let me spank your ass. Just a little bit,” she suggested, tilting her head like a little puppy, but lacking the purity of one. “And to get you all tied up.” She finally let go of your face, letting you see the red ropes she had bought just for this occasion. She rolled her hips against you, watching your reaction. “You'd just look so pretty, all helpless under me,” while her voice continued to drip venom and honey, you felt your face burning when you looked up at her. How did you get yourself into this?

“Just let me turn you into my whore, hm?” Sophia cupped your face, her thumb pressing against your lips. “I promise I'll take good care of you. You'll just get a little sore, that's all.” She argued, still smiling, trailing your lips and biting her own, almost drooling like a dog in heat. “Please, baby. You know you'd like that,” she pressed with that sweet voice of hers and, at this point, you could feel the wet patch on her panties while she rode your thigh.

When your eyes met, it was clear that she was still the same. The same eyes, the same full, plump, pretty lips that you had to wait so long to kiss, the same blushing mess that you fell for—now begging you to let her use you while riding you.

And you wouldn't tell her no. Would you?