Not yet at least

Conscious of how Sophia is looking at you with excitement showing in her eyes, you quickly decide against using the chains. From the manner in which she’s gazing at you and the passion with which she spoke to you when you first took her, you suspect that she’ll soon grow fiery enough to compensate for the relative lack of experience brought on by years of her husband ignoring her, and to have her in chains would only serve as a hindrance.

There’s a ripple of what you interpret as disappointment that crosses Sophia’s face when you slowly shake your head in response to your question, but she’s quick to shake herself free of it, instead thrilling you through the way in which she lets her gaze fall upon your erection as it projects towards her.

“No,” You speak in the same slow and determined fashion with which you moved your head, your voice filling the room, a smile crossing your lips at the sight of her breasts jiggling inside her gown from the light tremor that runs through her body as you begin to move towards her.

“Get on your feet,” You order her once you’ve covered the short distance separating the two of you so that you’re now towering over her, your voice being unusually soft as your hard member stands out proud from underneath your waist, its purple crown level with her lush lips until she tilts her head back to send you a lustful glance.

Sophia looks a little surprised at how you help her in rising to her feet, and unleashes a startled yelp when you pull her towards you, your desire for her prompting you to have her full breasts mashed against your chest as you wrap your arms around her and plant a kiss on her lips, with the speed with which she spreads them to accommodate your eager tongue ensuring that you soon get to savour once more the sweet taste of her mouth.

Holding her as close you as you can, you wrestle tongues with Sophia and let your right hand travel down to fondle one of her buttocks through the thin fabric of her gown just as she returns your embrace, her delicate hands rubbing against your back while your stiff prick presses against her soft belly.

Unsurprisingly, you’re close to slipping the hem of her gown up far enough that you can take her again right there on the spot, but you manage to assert enough control over your impulses to allow you to end the kiss and **** yourself free of her embrace, your smile returning at the sight of her attempting to resume the kiss almost as soon as your lips leave hers.

Clasping her hand, you meet her excited gaze and smile at the colour on her cheeks before taking her with you as you saunter towards the opened door leading into what is obviously a bathroom of some sort, feeling her hips brush against yours just as you step into the room and come into view of a statue of a dryad of some sorts from which water is pouring into a basin.

You let go of Sophia’s hand and leave her where she is as you step into the basin, quickly freeing yourself of what few items that you were still wearing before handing her a bar of soap that was placed on a stand next to the basin.

“Leave the gown on,” You tell Sophia as she ogles your naked frame, your cock now almost painfully hard in response to having a woman such as her gazing at you with such obvious lust, and you needn’t wait more than a second or two before she’s stepped into the basin.

“I thought it best to wash the stink off me,” Sophia’s eyelids flutter and her luscious lips quiver as your words prompt her to recollect what she said to you just before you plunged into her wet pussy for the first time ever, and she rubs the bar of scented soap between her slender fingers as you step into the water that’s spewing out from the dryad.

Soon, you are made to grunt as Sophia stands before you, her gown being stained by the occasional spray of water as she lathers up your chest and stomach, repeating the process of bringing her hands down towards your member before guiding them up towards your pecs again, suggesting that she’s slowly working up the courage to finally grasp hold of your cock as the dryad washes away the grime and sweat with which your nude form is stained.

Finally, there’s a thud when the soap hits the basin between your feet, though you’re much more interested in how Sophia has seized hold of your member and is looking up at you as the girth and length of your erection fills her soapy hands.