Tori started to nod, but without warning I gripped her hips tight and thrust up into her, hard and deep, both of us groaning at the intensity of our connection.
“Now ride me,” I ordered. “Ride me until you come.”
She grabbed my shoulders, steadying herself, and then started grinding on me, up and down, so much faster and harder than she normally would, her thrusts increasingly frenzied as she panted her pleasure in my ear. Neither of us cared how much water was splashing onto the floor.
“Come for me, kitty cat,” I coaxed. “Come on my cock.”
She obeyed almost instantly, crying out her orgasm, her pussy clenching deliciously around me. She was so hot and responsive, it was all I could do to not come with her. But I’d spent my life honing my powers of self-control and it served me well in this moment, with my wife’s cunt contracting around my cock—my cock which had been aching for her for days.
I held her, waiting until her body had stopped shuddering before I began to move again.
“You feel so good,” she whispered.
“So do you,” I said.
I loved the slide of her wet body against mine, how easy it was to drag her hips up and down, the water guiding each thrust. Tori’s hands were tight on my shoulders as she recovered and began matching my strokes, riding me hard again, her wet hair flung back. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her skin flushed, and I could tell she was close to coming again.
“Say it again,” I ordered, unable to get enough of her.
“I love you,” she gasped, riding me harder and harder, chasing her new orgasm. “I’m yours.”
“I love you,” I said, pulling her mouth over mine, our fierce kiss matching the unrestrained pace of our thrusting beneath the water.
“Oh my god, Stefan,” she cried out, tensing up. “I’m coming again.”
She closed her eyes and arched her back against the tub, her tits displayed beautifully for me as she cried out with the power of her release. Then she leaned forward, her body going limp against my chest as she tried to catch her breath.
“We’re not done,” I whispered to her, my hands still tight on her hips, my cock still hard inside her.
“Good,” she moaned, her lips against my ear. “Because I want more.”
“You think you can handle more?” I asked, picking up my pace again, forcing her body down on my cock.
“Yes,” she cried out, loving the way I was using her body. “Fuck me.”
I did, pounding into her with abandon, watching her tits bounce with every stroke. Now that I’d given myself permission to let go, my orgasm came hard and fast, my release filling her up, hot and full. She shuddered against me, her own desire satiated—at least for the moment.
We lay there in the tub, the water calming and growing cooler around us. I stroked her hair, and she ran her hands along my arms.
“I want to be with you, Stefan,” Tori whispered. “Always.”
“You promise?” I asked, my hand slipping down her back to cup her ass.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Make a vow,” I said.
She leaned back far enough to cup my face and kiss me.
“I vow to stand at your side, for life. To love you. To be honest with you.”
“I vow to love you and be honest with you, too,” I repeated, smoothing her hair back. “I vow to stand with you and trust you.”
“I vow to trust you,” Tori repeated. “To put you before anyone else.”
“You are my family,” I told her. “I vow to protect you. To cherish you. To put you first.”
“You’re my family, too,” Tori murmured, kissing me deeply. “You’re mine.”
