Her tits were full and her nipples strained upward. Her pussy was wet and glistening, begging for my tongue.
I said I was a man who liked to play and I meant it. I stretched over her and dragged a finger through her folds. She soaked me to the knuckle. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.”
I circled her clit and she groaned, her hips rolling up.
My resistance broke. I’d been waiting too long, giving myself the worst case of edging ever. Goddamn torture. But worth it. So damn valuable to see her come undone over and over again. To witness her consumed with pleasure, lost to it. And the power to know it was because of me.
Because she was fucking mine.
I raked the tip of my dick through her seam, wetting the tip before pushing inside. I should’ve waited, teased us more, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t superhuman.
Her heat surrounded me, gripping me tight. “Fuck.”
She arched and rocked, adjusting to my size. “Oh god.”
Clarity flooded back. “Did I hurt you?”
She gave me an incredulous, albeit heavy-lidded look. For an answer, she widened her legs and grabbed my ass.
Pleasure stabbed me between the eyes and I bucked my hips against her. “You’re so fucking tight. It’s like you’re made for me.”
Her eyes widened. I didn’t want to ruin the night, so I went for distraction, catching her lips with mine. I pulled out and thrust back in. Her groan went right into me.
“Teller.” The catch in her voice was there, the one that told me she was so damn close.
I broke the kiss to wet the tip of my finger between her lips, and as I pumped, I dragged my fingertip down her sternum, loving how her tits fucking bounced, over her belly and all the way to her clit.
Her tight little bud was begging for attention. I gritted my teeth and tried to hang on. I wasn’t coming without her, but if I took too long, I wouldn’t have a choice. The squeeze of her was absolute bliss. Her moans and whimpers were rapture.
“Teller,” she whispered. “I’m close.”
“Come for me, Mads.”
She rocked with me. We were one.
The pressure inside me built to atmospheric levels and then her body fisted mine, holding tight.
I dropped to an elbow by her head, thrumming her clit while I pumped. My chest heaved and my rhythm went erratic like I’d never fucked before. “You’re mine, Mads. Just for me.”
Her explosion hit. She convulsed, hugging me tight, burying her face in my chest and clamping her legs around me.
Fuck, yes. My release slammed into me. I stiffened as lightning crashed through my body, sizzling and licking over my nerves, racing up and down my spine. I closed in around her as much as she embraced me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’d never come this hard before. I could barely breathe. She milked everything I had and then more. I was all too willing to give it.
After my world quit catapulting through space, I sank onto her and rolled us to the side. She had a leg pinned under me, and an arm, but we were each limp. Sated.
For now. An eternity could come and go and I’d never tire of her.
Madison
We reclined in the massive soaking tub in his equally spacious bathroom. I ran my hand over the bubbles.
After our first round, we’d gone two more.
Two. And while I was sitting on his lap with warm water and bubbles up to my nipples, he was half-erect underneath my ass.
I leveled the bubbles in front of me. “I do not understand how you’re not worried about the two of us in this tub full of water. That’s a lot for a floor.”
