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He walks into the bedroom, and all I can see is that three walls are all glass, and a bathtub is outside. “We’re going to fuck in that tub,” he tells me right before he tosses me on the bed. “Now spread your legs”—he fists his cock—“and show me how wet you are.”
I scoot back, putting my head on the pillows before spreading my legs for him. I used to be shy when it came to sex, but with Christopher, knowing that I drive him crazy is just so much better. I spread my legs and cock up my knees. “I’m soaking,” I tell him, rubbing a finger down through my slit.
“Put two fingers in yourself.” He stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes on my fingers, his hand on his cock. I do what he says. “Now take them out and move up to play with your clit.” My eyes are hooded when I follow his instructions, and my clit is hard and slippery when I move my fingers from side to side. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” he tells me. “Your pussy is glistening.”
“Yes,” I say, about to put my fingers back inside me.
“It’s my turn,” he says, kneeling on the bed. He plants himself between my legs, his middle finger coming out as he moves to my clit and does little circles. “I love this part of you.” He moves my clit up and down. “Your pussy clenches down so hard when I play with this and my cock is in you.” He moves it side to side, and my legs open even more. “Want to feel?” he asks. I reach out to touch his cock, but he doesn’t let me. “First, I make you come on my finger and my tongue, then you get my cock.”
“Christopher,” I moan his name, “please, baby.” I raise my hips.
“I love when you call my name.” His eyes gloss over with lust. “But hearing you call me baby.”
“Trust me, I know,” I say, trying to focus, but he’s rubbing my clit in little circles before he runs his finger down my slit to my pussy and slides it in me.
“Yes,” I coo, and he just chuckles.
“If my baby wants to come, I will make her come.” He bends down, and while looking into my eyes, he licks me from ass to fucking clit. “I’m going to spend the whole weekend making you come.” My body shivers as he slides another finger into me. “I’m going to fuck every single part of your body.” I arch my back, my hands coming to grab my tits. He slides his tongue into me with his finger. “Fuck, you taste like heaven.” His tongue moves in and out with his fingers, and I wish I could spread more. “Baby, you’re all tense.”
“I need you to make me come and then fuck me hard.” I hold my legs under my knees. “Please, Christopher.” I’m about to cry with need.
He slides his finger out of me but only to move closer to me, holding his cock in his hand. I lift my hips to reach his cock as he slides the head in. “Fuck,” he hisses, “I’m going to give you a little at a time.”
“No,” I moan in frustration, “I want it all.”
He grabs my ankles and places them by his head before leaning forward and slamming into me. I see stars, I’m sure. “Yes,” I hiss, but I can’t say anything else because he’s slamming into me over and over again.
“This what you want?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“No,” I say, grabbing his arm, “I want it harder.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to hurt you,” he worries, but his speed picks up. “You are already so fucking tight.”
I move my hand to my clit, moving it from side to side. “Harder.” I can barely say the word, he slams into me so hard I come all over his cock, moaning out his name. I don’t say anything else because he fucks me without pause, going deeper and deeper each time until I’m coming again. In the middle, he whispers my name before his cock gets even bigger in me, and he comes.
He collapses on top of me. His body and mine are covered in sweat, and I feel like I ran a sprint. My legs fall off his shoulders as he buries his face in my neck, pulling out his cock a bit and then slamming it back in. “Fuck, I’m still hard.”
“I can tell,” I say as he slowly pulls out and then slams back in again.
“It’s the bed.”
I shake my head. “It’s my pussy,” I tease and lift to match him, “that’s got you this hard, not the bed.” I turn my head to find his lips.
“You’re wrong,” he corrects as he pumps his cock into me. “It’s my pussy.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
christopher
“The water is getting cold.” We’re sitting in the outdoor bathtub and have been for the past couple of hours. I’m leaning back against the tub with Dakota in my arms in front of me, her back to my chest, her legs tangled with mine. The waves crashing in the distance fill the air as the sun slowly moves toward sunset.
“Do you want to add more hot water?” I ask softly as I trail kisses up her shoulder to her neck. Her hair is tied up on top of her head.
“Do you want to get out?” I kiss her naked shoulder, not moving my arms from around her. “We are all shriveled up.” She holds up her hand.
“There is one thing that isn’t shriveled.” I kiss behind her ear.
“Oh, trust me, I know.” She turns her head toward mine. “I’ve felt it digging in my back for the past five minutes.”
