I whimper as tingles scatter from my core. “Yes, Sutton… Oh God.”
“Fuck, you make me so hard. Are you going to come for me, baby?”
I hear him panting and lift my head to look at him, our foreheads pressing against each other and breathing the same air. Our lips hover close but just an inch apart.
I can barely talk as I nod, and when he circles my clit again, this time, a little quicker, my body shakes. “Yes, Sutton.”
His grin is wicked as he kisses me, our bodies sealed from our lips to our hips. I pull back a little to gasp a breath, his eyes hooked on mine.
“Yes… yes… yes!” I bite my bottom lip as I moan through my orgasm, Sutton’s arm around my waist tightening as his fingers continue their movements.
When I open my eyes, breathless and dazed, they meet the pink sky. It’s like my own taste of heaven.
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Sutton
Fuck me.
I swallow hard as Nikki looks at me, her face all relaxed, completely liquid in my arms and at my mercy. Her naked body sealed against mine, I move my hand from her clit and run it up her body to cup her face, bringing her lips back to me.
I take them with mine. Hungrily. My tongue lashes hers, our bodies both now wet with water, sweat, and steam. Her hair hangs low, wet in the water, the jet-black tresses looking like they’re painted onto her head.
“I want more,” she moans against my lips, and if that isn’t the sweetest fucking thing a man can hear…
“Yes… Fuck yes…” My hands palm her ass, and I pull and squeeze her cheeks, knowing her clit is sensitive and wanting to tease her. Giving me a seductive look, like it’s not my turn to play, she leans back a little, grabbing my cock in her hand. I swear I almost come from the contact.
“You manhandling me now?” I grin, because she can touch my cock any damn day of the week.
Her lust-drunk eyes tell me I’m in serious trouble with this girl. My girl. I said it earlier, and I meant it. I’ve never had someone in my life whom I wanted more than the air I breathe.
“You got a problem with that?” she teases, lining me up with her center, and I sink into her warmth. I grit my teeth as I feel her clench around me, holding her hips to thrust deeper.
“Yes… like that,” she moans as her head falls back, and my mouth connects with her neck.
I think I’ve hit euphoria. The pinnacle. I’ve had lots of sex in my life, but right here, under the sunburnt sky, no one around, out in the open in a warm mineral spring with this woman I can’t stop thinking about… Fuck, this is it. This is what life is.
“You like that?” I know she does. Her hands dig into my shoulders, her nails leaving little dents, but I don’t care. All it does is remind me that this is real, she is real, and not some make-believe fairy tale I’ve made up.
“Yes… oh God, yes… Right there, pleeease.” She lifts her head back up with a moan as I hit her G-spot, then take her lips with mine again. We move in sync, our hips grinding against each other’s, and I lower my hand, finding her clit again, needing her to come one more time before I can let go.
“Shit— I-I’m c-coming,” she warns almost immediately, and I knew she would. I’m starting to learn her body, what she likes, what makes her come hardest, and I know when she’s sensitive from one orgasm, the second comes from her easier.
I continue to circle as I thrust, massaging that spot deep inside her every time I move, the water around us splashing a little more.
“Yeeees… Come for me again… Give me another, baby, all over my cock,” I tell her gruffly, and I feel her quiver around me as I grit my teeth.
“Sutton!” she yells with a hiccup and shudder, and I let go right along with her, sliding into her one, two, three more times before I come with a harsh exhale.
“Tinker…” My knees feel weak, her body slumping against mine and we hold on tightly to each other.
Panting, I stand with her in my arms and catch my breath. Being with her is becoming better, more comfortable yet passionate, with every passing day. Now that we have clearly taken things to the next step, I feel even more protective of her than I thought possible.
I look around the springs, listening and relishing the peacefulness. I can’t hear the distinct sound of cameras shuttering. I can’t see anyone hiding in the bushes, no one up on the hill. We’re completely on our own, and it’s the most blissful feeling I’ve experienced.
“I could fall asleep here…” she murmurs, and I grin as I kiss her shoulder, running my hand up and down her back.
“You can. I’ll hold you. Like your own little floatation tank experience.”
