She thought she could never get enough of his mouth and hands on her breasts, that nothing could match the pleasure in the way it swirled together with the thrust of his cock into a sensual soup.  But Sophia's body reacted even more viscerally, of its own accord, as he seized her neck tightly, her thigh fiercely, and pumped into her.  Her body arched under his, thrusting up hard into him, eyes wide as his hand pinned her neck down to the bed.<br/><br/>As he bent his head down to her he could hear the catch in her breath, feel under his hand the nervous swallow of her throat.  He had one leg of hers pressed back nearly to her shoulder, her other leg now curled up, knee to chest as her hips thrust frantically up at him.  She tried to kiss him, lick him at least, whenever his skin came near her lips, her breath rasping out. She dug her hands into his back, her fingernails biting into the skin as she clung to him.