Sophie pressed her lips to mine in a brief kiss before moving lower, nipping at my jaw and teasing my neck. I still had so much I wanted to say to her, things I needed to warn her about, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the feel of her mouth on my skin.
I clutched her hips at the same moment she shifted to straddle me. Her movements were slow but self-assured, as if she'd finally accepted that she was in charge, that I wouldn't stop her from taking whatever she needed from me.
Her mouth sought mine, and I kissed her deeply as she sank down, taking all of me inside of her. I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the feel of her enveloping me. She was a million times hotter than the steaming bath water we still sat in. She kissed me as if I was the only thing able to breathe life into her. Rocking her hips forward, she kept her pace steady, borderline torturous, but I wasn't about to complain.
"Gregory," she whimpered against my lips.