When I dip inside her, she moans.
I thrust two fingers into her tight channel, and she makes a little gasping sound. My thumb finds her clit. I rub and she starts to rock against my hand.
Her hands find my shoulders, and she holds on as I work her. Her eyes are still closed; her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looks so fucking pretty, all pink and slick.
She feels perfect, riding my fingers. So perfect, and the memory of her tight cunt squeezing me makes my dick throb.
Her movements quicken.
I watch her. She looks lost, and I know she needs this.
So I don't stop. Not when her head falls back and her hips start to jerk. Not when her pussy starts to spasm around my fingers, and her cries echo off the tile.
She rides it out, grinding against my hand, and it isn't until her body stills that I pull my hand free.
Her face is flushed. She sags toward me, and I catch her.
She presses her face to my neck.
I stroke her hair, her back, her side.
After a few moments, she stirs. Her lips brush my neck, then she lifts her head. Her eyes meet mine. She's still straddling me. My cock is a thick bar between us; her heat hovering inches above.
I let my hands slide down to her waist, and when I start to lift her, she puts her hands on my shoulders, and she doesn't fight. Just lets me guide her until the thick crown of my cock is brushing her.
She looks me in the eye and lowers herself.
I grit my teeth.
Fuck, she's so tight. So hot. She takes me inch by inch. I can feel the way her body has to stretch, the way she has to relax to take me. I hold still, letting her get used to the intrusion.
"You're big," she says.
I huff a laugh that ends on a groan.
Her brow wrinkles, and she rocks her hips, just a little, taking a little more of me.
My fingers flex on her hips.
She moves again, and it's like every inch is heaven.
"Fuck," I mutter.
She makes a noise. Not a moan. Not a sigh. A sound I've never heard her make before. It's half frustration, half pleasure. She sinks lower.
I can't think. Can't do anything but watch. Feel.
"Fuck," she breathes.
I grunt.
She drops lower.
The water sloshes around us.
We're both panting. Both sweating.
"So good," she says, her voice a little hoarse.
