Sky's P.O.V.

Pleasure!

I feel profound pleasure as I claim Zoe as mine, looking down at how perfectly my shaft fills her tight little pussy and how it moves in and out of her.

Fuck! I can't describe this feeling in words. It's heaven to feel her tightness around me and to fuck her after yearning for so many days. Finally! Zoe is all mine.

We're drenched; her moans echo in the bathroom, and her tits and hands press against the transparent shower door.

"Trouble, I'm not getting enough of you." I groan, grasping her hair and pulling out of her just to pound myself back into her with vigour, causing her to moan louder.

She screams, "Fuck... Sky! I can't believe you're perfect in this—"

I silence her by palming her mouth. "Do you believe it now?" I ask, giving her deep and hard thrusts. "Hmm... Zoe?"

As I remove my hands from her mouth, she gasps, "Yes... Yes... Oh God... Sky..."

I spin her around and look deep into her eyes. "I've yearned for this, Zoe. Thank you so much for giving us a chance." After whispering, I capture her lips, pinning her hands against the shower door and thrusting into her again.

As I fuck her relentlessly, I savour every glide of my dick into her and every whimper and moan she makes.

Finally, I've claimed Zoe as mine. Finally, I know how tight her pussy is and how it feels when it clenches around my hardness. Fuck! It's a feeling of pure satisfaction.

I've had sex with many women before her, but damn, none of them ever felt like this. There's something about Zoe—something irresistible that drives me wild, and I fucking like it so much.

***

Later, we lie naked, tangled in each other's arms, our bodies still damp from the shower. The warmth of Zoe's skin against mine is comforting, and I play with her fingers.

Lying like this with her, our bare bodies touching, is an out-of-this-world feeling. I can spend the rest of my life holding my Trouble in my arms.

It's just the first day after she moved in with me in my penthouse, and I'm already enjoying every second of it. Truly, she has made this penthouse home with her presence. Today, after having her here with me, I understand the true meaning of home. Home is the place where you find comfort, love, and peace. For me, home is where Zoe is.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Zoe speaks up, "Let me tell you, Sky. Now we have to get ready and go to college. We can't lie like this in each other's arms all day."

I grin, pulling her closer. "Of course we can. It's our day, Zoe, just me and you."

"Our fuck day," she jests with a playful glint in her eyes as she raises her head from my chest.

I roll above her, pinning her beneath me. "Then let's have one more round," I suggest, my voice low and teasing.

She chuckles. "Not a bad idea."

I capture her lips in a deep kiss before positioning myself between her legs. I fold her legs and press her knees to her chest before sliding myself deep into her, causing her to moan and throw her head back in ecstasy. Her moans are becoming my favourite music.

Watching her face when I pound into her is so satisfying. The way her body responds to me, the way she arches and moans my name—it's addictive. It drives me wild to see the way her eyes flutter shut and her lips part in pleasure. Everything about her is so fulfilling when I claim Zoe as mine. And it's even more incredible than my imagination.

Afterwards, we lie in each other's arms once more, content and breathless. She rests her head on my chest, and I stroke her hair, feeling utterly at peace.

"I'm jealous, Sky," she utters, her fingers tracing circles on my chest.

"Jealous? Why?" As I ask, my brows narrow in confusion.

"Jealous of all the women you've had sex with." She explains, constantly stroking my chest. "I can't believe a month ago I was forcing you to have fun with a woman at the club who was checking you out."

I gently tilt her chin up, meeting her gaze. "Zoe, you're the only one who matters. I've had the best sex of my life with you." I continue, caressing her cheeks with my thumb. "Nothing I've ever experienced before compares to this. What we have is pure, beautiful, and satisfying in a way I never imagined."

"I know, but I can't stop myself from getting jealous. Especially when I think about the first woman you fucked." She pouts at me.

I can completely understand this. If Zoe had slept with any man before me, I would've felt the same. But I'm lucky that Zoe's first was with me. I'm the first man to witness the beautiful body she hides beneath her clothes, to taste her lips, to hear her moans, to see her trembling beneath me, to know how soft her tits are. The thought that no one else has ever touched her the way I have, fill me with possessive satisfaction.

I gently pull her closer and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Zoe," I begin in a gentle tone. "You might not be the first, but you are the best I've ever had. Truly, no one else has ever made me feel what you make me feel. They were just passing moments, but you... you're everything. You're the only one I want, the only one I need, and the only one I yearned for."

Her frown disappears, and her eyes soften at my words. "I love hearing that." A genuine smile tugs at her lips. "It makes me feel special, like I'm the only woman in the world for you."

I press my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. "That's because you are, Zoe. You're the only woman who's ever made me feel this way."

"Why didn't we feel this sexual attraction between us before, Sky?" She moves away from me and looks at me, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I think we were just too busy being friends," I reply, smiling as I brush a strand of hair from her face. "I never allowed myself to think of you in any other way, but looking back, I realise how much I've always needed you. And now that we've crossed that line, it feels like everything has fallen into place."

She laughs softly, her eyes meeting mine with amusement. "It's crazy, isn't it? How everything changed so quickly."

"Yeah," I nod, tracing her jawline with my thumb. "But I wouldn't change a thing. Every moment has led us here, to this."

Her smile widens as she shifts closer. "I love how we can just be ourselves with each other. It's like I don't have to pretend or hold back. You see me—the real me."

"And I love you," I reply, our eyes locked. "All of you, exactly as you are. Carefree, troublemaker, clumsy, bold, and confident."

"I love you more." Her eyes are moist with tears of joy. "It feels like I finally got my home again." She leans in and kisses me softly.