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He needed to kiss her. To feel her breath shudder against his. Her breathing hitched as they kissed. She was getting close again. So, he pulled her off the jet.
“Ahh,” she growled.
“Trust me, babe,” he said against her mouth.
Peyton reached down and grabbed his cock firmly in her hand, and squeezed a bit harder than he’d hoped for.
“If you don’t let me come soon, you won’t be coming at all. Got it?” she demanded.
He pulled back to look her in the eye. “I thought we agreed you’d do what I said in the bedroom.”
“One, this isn’t the bedroom, and two, that was before I knew what a sadistic jerk you could be.”
Ryan threw back his head and laughed. “I’m hardly a sadist, Peyton. Nothing wrong with a little edging.”
“I’m definitely on edge,” she grumbled.
“I didn’t realize you were so impatient.” He smiled at her and placed a kiss against her lips. “Let’s see what we can do to help you out.”
“Thank god.”
He picked up Peyton and set her on the seat beside him. There was no way he was putting her back down on the jets. He didn’t trust her not to finish without him.
Ryan reached over and grabbed the condom he’d set down beside the bottle of wine, just in case. He stood and quickly sheathed himself, not allowing Peyton to touch him. He hadn’t just been edging her, watching her get so close, the way her breathing changed, how her body tensed. It had been a huge fucking turn on for him as well, and he was so fucking close himself.
With the condom in place, he kneeled back down between Peyton’s thighs. “Now where was I?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Ryan leaned in and kissed her, his tongue tangled with hers as he picked her up and set her back down on the jets. The moment her body hit the seat, she tensed and her back arched, pressing her breasts against him.
Without breaking the kiss, he shifted her hips to change the angle of the jets.
“Oh god, yeah, right there. Don’t you dare move me,” she growled.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth. Peyton’s moans grew louder and louder. Just when he thought she was about to orgasm, he shifted her off the jet.
“Noooo,” she screamed.
Picking her up out of the water, he set her on the edge of the tub, lined himself up at her entrance, and drove home in one deep thrust. Peyton’s nails dug into his shoulders so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood, but he didn’t fucking care. Nothing had ever felt this good.
He shifted and swiveled his hips. Reveling in the way, she moaned in pleasure when he hit the right spot.
“Oh my god, Ryan.”
Pleasure shot down his spine in an almost painful bolt of lust. There was no way he was coming without her, not after he’d dragged out her orgasm. He reached between them and found her clit. He stroked it at first. Peyton’s pussy clamped down around his cock like a vise, greedily seeking her own orgasm.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Peyton chanted.
He pinched her clit firmly between his fingers, and she screamed as she came. Her pussy kept contracting, pulling him deeper inside her. His balls drew up tight. He thrust harder and faster into her as he chased his release.
“Fuck,” he yelled as his own orgasm ripped through him. Balls deep in Peyton, he gasped for breath. He rested his forehead against hers, unable to move.
Finally able to breathe properly, he released Peyton and slid her off to the side onto the bucket seat. He quickly pulled off his condom and chucked it on the ground beside the hot tub.
“Ew,” Peyton laughed.
“I’ll get it later.” Yeah, that was gross, but he didn’t have a lot of options. He grabbed Peyton and dropped himself onto the bucket seat, pulling her with him. The jets sprayed firmly against his back as Peyton straddled his lap. His muscles felt like melted butter, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so relaxed.
After several minutes, Peyton shifted her head on his shoulder. “Okay, so maybe there is something to be said for dragging out an orgasm.”
