Capone was thoroughly satisfied with the slickness that Sophia was emitting, cupping it on his fingertips like the finest honey—sweet and smooth. No longer tormenting her or himself, he let his already aroused body gradually fill her, inch by inch.
"Ah... slower..." she whispered.
"I can't go any slower. Who told you to be so irresistible tonight?" Capone held her tightly, moving in and out, not using too much force but keeping it gentle and slow, focused on her pleasure. He kissed the most sensitive parts of her body while adjusting his angle, every thrust sending waves of pleasure and shivers through her.
"Don't you like it... don't you like me like this?" Sophia's breath was warm against his skin, her big, doe eyes gazing up at him.
Capone's heart softened, like it was soaking in warm water. All the worry, the exhaustion, and frustration melted away in her eyes.
