He wasn’t even inside of her yet, and already Sophia was being far too loud - her sweet, keening cries reverberated off of the shower walls, undoubtedly echoing far enough for Rhett’s neighbors in the next suite over to hear, but there was no quieting the reverent sounds that fled her kiss-swollen lips, no helping the way that her young and nubile little body reacted so instinctively to the touch of her shoulder. He knew his way around her graceful frame the same way he would know his way around a weapon, and if she were to be next on his list of things to conquer and claim, then she would willingly surrender time and time again. Even beneath the warmth of the water, she trembled helplessly as Rhett used the tip of one broad finger to tease her quivering little hole, lathering it up with her honeyed nectar before bringing it to her lips and forcing her to taste herself - she did so eagerly, earnestly, her eyes squeezing shut as she suckled at his finger like it was his big, heavy cock, and she nodded again when he told her who she belonged to - it was him, and she wouldn’t soon forget it.
“Every - every part of me belongs to you, mon soldat. My pussy is yours and it needs you, Rhett, it - it needs you so badly, it hurts,” she whimpered as the heat of his mouth caught on the delicate curve of her shoulder, but before she could beg him to leave marks, to bite down and bruise her for days to come, he was urging her to sit in his lap as he settled onto the perch of the shower, and as shaky as she was on her legs that were suddenly as unsteady as that of a newborn’s doe, he held her securely until she was perched on his knee, peaches and cream thighs still spread shamelessly wide to expose her pink and glistening cunt. His fingers pushed inside of her again, and Sophia cried out her gratitude, her head falling back against Rhett’s broad shoulder as she bucked her hips forward in sheer, undiluted desperation. “Y - yes - oui, oui, s’il vous plait, Rhett,” she gasped out in a breathless rush as she felt his teeth at the vulnerable hollow of her throat; that combined with his free hand coming up to play with her sensitive little tits, calloused fingers pinching at her perked nipples, was enough to have Sophia riding the large hand holding her thighs apart like a bitch in heat ready to be bred. “I am - I am your good girl, your baby, your - ohh, ohh, Rhett!” It was all too much, then - the fingers buried hilt-deep in her wet and sopping cunt curled upwards to stroke at her g-spot, and just like that, she was squirming wildly in his lap, the strong arm wrapped around her waist the only thing keeping her upright. “Rhett - mon soldat - yes, yes, yes!” She came hard for him, her water-slicked body twisting as she ground her hips down onto his hand; the tight heat of her pussy clenched down around his fingers, and with one more stroke at her g-spot she was squirting, hot spurts of her sweet cum pulsing out around him and adding to the mess he had already made of her. She let out a broken little sob; after having needed to come for almost the entirety of the day, finally being given the release she had sought out was almost too much for her to bear.
In moments like these it always struck Rhett to the fiber of his being how precious a picture Sophia looked, tiny, swallowed up his body, dwarfed before the mountain of his musculature and every contour of him rock hard. She was toned but soft, built for pleasure where he was crafted for war. She felt so delicate, even writhing lewdly against his thigh, riding his leg and the fingers that delved deep inside her, chasing the pleasure she’d been denied by lesser men and which this one, for all of his gruffness and razor-sharp roughness would always, always provide. He needed to bring her off, to shatter her velvet walls with bliss and his calloused digits worked the trigger of Sophia’s clit with the same expert marksmanship as if she were a weapon. If so, it was to slay the dragons that coiled up deep within the masterfully hewn cage of his frame, the coos and sighs he won sating the voices that told him he was good for nothing. Fuck, he was good at least for this. And she, she was incredible.
“That’s it ...” the other hand at her pert breasts gave one hardened nipple a tweak, his teeth raking over her neck, up to her chin, her cheek, finding the gasping mouth to kiss her full. “Cum for me, baby. You’re not just good. You’re the best, aren’t you? Nobody gushes for me like my kitten. Let me have it all, every drop your client couldn’t wring out. That’s my girl ... MINE!” He rocked her back to the support of his chest and the crook of his arm as she came, staring, amazed as ever, at the torrent that ran down his leg, over his fingers, dripping off his wrist. “Fuck ... I need to taste that ...”
And the die was cast before the words could issue from his tongue to the counterpart it was twined around. He pulled back only for the split second it took to hoist her still shuddering body, fitting her over his shoulders, legs hooked behind, his large hands cradling the globes of her ass and pulling her juicy cunt straight to a growling maw. Rhett’s mouth covered Sophia’s thighs, flush so as not to let any more escape, his tongue taking up where his fingers left off, licking at the remnant redolent on her skin, rolling over the pearl of her clit and then invading, lapping at her walls, dredging every honey-drop ruthlessly. He permitted no descent from the pinnacle of ecstasy she was perched atop. His pistoning, flexing muscle would keep her there until she drenched him and let her soldier drink his fill.
