Sophia tries to move but finds out she can’t. Frowning, she opened one eye, then the other, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. A large arm tightened around her waist, pulling her backward. Before she could panic, everything from the night before came rushing back, causing a blush. She wiggled a bit, trying to see what time it was, only for Steven to stop her.
“Baby, you keep doing that, and I might just forget how sore you are,” Steven’s deep, sleepy voice drawled from behind her.
Sophia stopped her wiggle, and she even held her breath so she didn’t entice him. She was sore. That was not a lie. After the first round when Steven took her virginity, they had taken a shower together and that had led to another round, this time much slower and sensual that it had brought tears to Sophia
