He nips at my bottom lip and weaves a hand into my wet hair and tugs. When I gasp, he slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing and stroking mine.
“In here?” he asks between kisses.
I grasp him, lining him up at my entrance. The water makes it a bit of a challenge for him to breach me, but as soon as the tip is in, I know this is exactly what I need.
“Right here. Right now. I don’t want to think about anything that happened today. I just want to feel you inside me.”
With a groan, he thrusts up, causing water to slosh on the floor.
Clinging to him, I wiggle my hips, taking him deeper, and with onearm still wrapped around me, he braces himself against the side of the tub, creating more leverage.
“Play with your tits,” he demands.
I eagerly obey, sliding my hands between our slick bodies and pinching my nipples in time with his shallow thrusts. He’s only about halfway in. It’s frustrating, yet each time he slides out and slips in again and I see his cock spearing me through the water, my desire only ratchets up.
“Fuck.” I drop my chin to my chest, enamored by the sight of my lower lips stretched around his impressive length.
“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl, asking for what you want from me. I’m so proud of you.”
Eyes closed, I tip my head back, soaking in his praise.
“You’re a goddess,” he breathes, his thumb finding my clit. “So pretty. So perfect. Taking what you want. Riding me and using me for your pleasure.”
I cry out, the promise of release inching closer with each move he makes.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I’m obsessed with you, angel. I can’t get enough.”
He shifts his hand lower, abandoning my clit and rubbing at the place we’re joined.
I’m soaring higher when, without warning, he pulls out. I cry out again, this time in objection.
“Wrap your hand around me.”
Flustered, I plunge my hand into the water and search for his hard length.
“That’s my girl,” he encourages as I encircle him. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to stroke you righthere—” He slips two fingers inside me, dragging them against my G-spot and pressing hard against my inner wall.
I clench on instinct, perfectly attuned to his touch.
He groans. “And you’re going to rub that big, fat cock you love so much on your clit until you come.”
Fuck.
Yes.
Okay.
“Are you with me?” he asks.
His words pull me out of my wandering thoughts. For a moment, I was lost, picturing the scene he just laid out for me rather than actually experiencing it.
“Yes.” I shift until his crown presses against my achy clit.
“Use me,” he commands. “Hard. Fast. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”
He strokes my inner walls slowly, but with the most intense, delicious pressure. Every time he crooks his fingers against my G-spot, a ripple of pleasure courses through me. When he opens and closes his fingers inside me, that ripple turns into zaps of electricity.
Though I could come like this, I follow instructions and drag his tip back and forth over my clit. The water creates exquisite friction, heat swirling into a cyclone of pleasure that gathers deep in my core.
