Chapter Two Stairway To Sin

After that first wild taste, Sonia and I kept in touch through emails and late-night calls, keeping it quiet under our parents' watchful eyes. Finding time alone was tough--both of us stuck with strict folks--so we grabbed quick meets at my friend's place. Sometimes it was just a chat, her flirting up a storm from a chair; other times, she'd sneak over for a fast, eager suck before dashing off. She'd slip away from her tight Christian home with some excuse--an errand, a white lie--her parents none the wiser, and I'd get a hit of that untamed spark she couldn't hide. I'd grown up with rules too, but my brothers' wild ways opened my eyes, and after 18, sex pulled me in--leading me to take charge, guiding every move by my early 20s. Sonia was something else--hungry, free--a fire I couldn't quite tame. Those stolen moments kept us hooked, and she wanted more.

A few weeks later, I'm home one weekend--parents downstairs--when my phone buzzes. Sonia's voice, eager and sure: "I'm coming over." She's borrowed her sister's scooter, rushing to my small, quiet building where neighbors keep to themselves. With my folks around, the apartment's a no-go, so I lead her up the stairwell, nearly to the terrace--a spot nobody bothers with. The summer air's thick, the risk of getting caught adding a thrill we both feel. We chat a bit--her curls bouncing, laugh lighting up the space--but it's just noise. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me on a step, and we're kissing fast--lips locked, tongues dancing, out of breath in no time.

She presses into me, hips teasing my bulge--I'm hard quick, the chance of footsteps below buzzing through me. Her hands tug my shirt, mine find her thighs, and soon she's kneeling on a step, easing my pants down. She dives in--sucking with a spark, all eagerness and heat--surprisingly good, like she's been dreaming of it. I groan, leaning back against the wall, letting her take me away.

"Sonia," I murmur, "want to ride me?" She pulls back, eyes bright, nodding fast. I grab a condom, slide it on--settling on a step as she sheds her jeans and panties. She straddles me cowboy-style, guiding me into her wet heat--sliding down easy, tight and warm. My hands grip her firm, muscled ass, lifting her up, easing her down--tip to base, over and over. She's lost in it fast, her breath loud, cream spilling over me--I feel it on my groin, my balls. I cover her mouth to hush her moans--neighbors can't hear this--my other arm steadying her as she moves wild.

When she gets loud, I kiss her deep, muffling the sound, I then lift her shirt--sucking one nipple, then the other--sending her higher. I nip a nipple with my teeth--she gasps into my hand, riding harder. She shifts--stops bouncing, grinds fast and rough--cumming again, shaking against me, soaking me more. I'm not done--I lift her off me, turn her around, lean her against the wall. Standing behind, I take over--my favorite way--right hand on her hips, left nudging her down. She bends just right--ass up, ready--and I slide in, deep and firm.

I thrust hard--out to the tip, back in--watching her eyes widen, her lips part in a silent cry she holds back. She twists, grinning. "You're trouble," she whispers, "I wanna yell, but I can't here." I smile--love how she takes it--go harder, doggie my best spot. Between thrusts, I reach forward--pinch her nipples, hush her with one hand, and then cup both breasts, squeezing as I drive into her.

Mid-rhythm, footsteps echo--someone running up. We freeze--me inside her, her back to my chest--holding our breath, hearts racing. Neighbor? Terrace? They stop a floor down--door creaks, shuts--but Sonia's too restless. She spins, peels the condom off, and sucks me quick--teasing, bold--while I try to listen. I can't focus--her mouth's too good, hands and tongue everywhere, grinning at my reaction. Relief hits when they're gone, but I'm irked at her stunt.

I grab her head--hand on her neck, fingers in her curls--and take her mouth, firm and deep, guiding her to feel every inch. She loves it--eyes locked and choking--just takes me. I lift her, kiss her quick, push her down--close now. New condom on, I turn her--knees on the stairs--and enter from behind again, better this time. Her knees press the concrete--I don't ease up, wanting her to feel it all--her tight frame perfect from this angle. I'd spank her if it wouldn't echo--neighbors might hear--so I grab her hair instead, pulling her head back, whispering in her ear, "This what you wanted?" She gasps, "Yes, Daddy, more"--knowing just how to spark me--and I'm hooked.

I pinch her nipples--hard--one, then the other--pushing her wilder. Close now, I spin her, ditch the condom, grip her hair. "Suck me," I say--she's on it, fierce and fast, some of the best I've felt. I guide her with one hand--jerk with the other--tell her to come close. She tilts back, eager--mouth open, tongue out--as I finish, cum hitting her lips, her tongue. She takes what lands, swallows with a grin, wipes the rest with a handkerchief from her jeans. We kiss--quick, warm--she dresses fast, I pull my pants up, and we sneak down. She hops on the scooter, takes off--leaving me buzzing in the shadows.

First time I took Sonia--hot, risky, playful on that stairwell--her fire broke loose, my lead locked it in. She was quick to learn, eager to please and this was just the start.