Her breath mingles with mine. Her tongue darts out to swipe along my bottom lip, and my already aching cock pulses against her.
Her legs tighten hard around me, and she rocks her hips against my erection.
This.
This is what I want.
Emma. In my arms. In my life. In my bed.
Every night.
“Oh, god, Jonas, we can’t,” she whispers as she shifts to pepper my jaw with soft kisses.
“Why?”
“No birth control. And it istripleor nothing with you.”
That’s not funny.
It’s truly not.
Especially when she’s raking her hands down my back and pressing her pussy against my dick and nipping at my earlobe.
I suck in a breath and have to take one more before I can talk, and even then, I’m hoarse with pent-up desperation.
Having herthis close, with two layers of fabric all that’s between my cock and her vagina, is driving me half mad. “Can I touch you?”
“Just…stay…there.”
“I want you to feel good.”
“I—do.” She bites my neck while she tilts her hips and rubs faster against me, her breath coming in shorter and shorter pants. “You feel—so good.”
“How can I help?”
“Touch—my breasts. Loved—when you—played—my nipples.”
I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her tighter against me, and use the other to yank her swimsuit down and bury my face in her breast.
Her nipple is salty from the hot tub and hard as a diamond. I swirl my tongue around that perfect little point, taking my cues from the way she gasps my name, holds my head, and pumps harder against me.
“Thank you,” she pants. “Oh, god, thank you.”
I’m on the verge of coming. My balls ache. My cock is a steel rod. And I’m smiling against Emma’s breast because shethankedme. “My absolute pleasure.”
“Less talk. More tongue.”
I suck her breast into my mouth.
She gasps and strains against me, her legs trembling and her chest lifting. “Oh, yes,yes—forgot—how good—yes there yes yes yeeeessss.”
This is the best torture I’ve ever experienced.
Emma straining into an orgasm in my arms while I fight back the urge to come myself.
I don’t want to blow my load in a hot tub. I want to be buried deep inside her the next time I come, and I haven’t earned it yet.
But holding her while trembles rack her body and she rides out the waves against my cock, holding my face to her breast—yeah.
