Her thighs pressed against his head when he made her come, Sofía's body arching in a display of overwhelming pleasure as she let go for Bash. She was shameless in her appreciation of what he did to her, golden skin flush with arousal. Sofía wanted him to feel good too, the memory of his text, how he’d described how he wanted to come inside her, sending another shiver through her body.
She knew she was more than ready for him after that orgasm, easily able to picture how hard he’d be; the thrill of knowing that she did that to him had never diminished and may have even grown now that she knew what he could do with his cock. Hungry for more, Sofía slipped from the counter, turning so that he could bend her over it as he took her. "Like this," she told him, nearly begging, damp curls framing her face.