“I think we wore her out,” I muse, breaking my lips from hers.
Billie rocks back on her heels, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. “I feel her on that. I can’t remember the last time I went hiking in the mountains.” She chuckles. “Or exercising in general.”
When I lift her into my arms, she squeals and circles her legs around my waist, and I walk us both into the bathroom.
Her eyes flare wide when she takes in the candles and huge tub, lavender floating over the top, steaming water turned lilac from the bath salts I secretly brought with me.
“W-when did you do all this?”
Setting her down on her feet, I drop to my knees in front of her, fingertips teasing her waistband.
Best fucking view of the day.
She rests her hands on my shoulders, and I edge down her shorts and then remove her top when she lifts her arms overhead.
“Right before I put Blake to bed.”
When she steps out of her bottoms and I toss them to one side, her right hand finds my hair, anticipation tightening her fingers around the roots.
Placing one palm at the small of her back, I lift her left leg overmy shoulder, the sweet scent of her warm pussy shooting straight to my dick.
Parting her with my fingers, I breathe in what’s mine.
“I thought I was taking a bath?” She gasps when I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“And we will, but right now …” I rasp, passing my tongue through her cunt in one slow, long lick. “It’s time for Daddy’s princess to be crowned.”
A bigger cry leaves her lungs as my tongue spears her pussy, driving deep to savor her unique taste.
She shakes her head when I suck and bite gently on her clit. “I’m so close, already.”
Good.
Lapping at her entrance, I let Billie’s arousal flow down my throat, passing my tongue over her clit like a needy boy begging for more.
The steam in the bathroom fogs my glasses, but I can still see Billie better with them on, and I appreciate the way her jaw hangs open when I grip her upper thigh, encouraging her hips to grind against my face.
“Mama tastes so fucking good,” I praise, pushing my middle finger into her pussy.
I pump her a few times, and her delicious release slides down my hand when I add another finger and curl them toward her front wall.
Billie tries to speak, but her voice fails under the weight of pleasure, and pride swamps my chest. “I’m c-coming …”
“All over me,” I croon, mesmerized by how wet my girlfriend gets.
When lustful eyes gaze down at me, I tip my chin at the skylight. “Watch the stars while I play with your perfect body.”
Breathless laughter leaves her chest. “You always keep your promises.”
“Always,” I repeat, lifting her into my arms before lowering her satiated body into the bath.
Peaked nipples disappear beneath the water as she lies down in front of me, lavender and bubbles scattered around her face.
She lifts a hand out of the water, crooking her finger at me.
I waste zero time getting naked and climbing into the bath before I’m kneeling between her thighs like I’m praying at an altar.
Asking for forgiveness like the sinful friend I am.
