Heat spikes through me, and I bite back a moan.
“Not a stranger.” I kiss just below the bone. “Not anymore.”
“I guess not.” Her toes flex against the base of my shaft before she glides up to my tip.
Fuck.
My hips jerk involuntarily. The movement sends a ripple through the water, splashing against the sides of the tub.
She laughs. It’s a soft and breathy sound. Her foot repeats the action. This time with more pressure. Her heel grinds hard enough to make my breath catch.
“You like that?” Her foot stills, pinning my cock to my stomach.
“You know I do.”
She hums with satisfaction and starts moving again. Not just her foot this time. Her leg shifts and her knee brushes against mine under the water.
The jets bubble around us, and the sound of the water is loud in the small bathroom.
Her foot works for me. Heel dragging up. Toes her curling around my tip before she pushes back down.
My fingers curl around the edge of the bathtub. I don’t even notice when I let her foot go—or how long it’s been fucking me—before she rises to her knees.
I immediately miss the pressure, but her breasts breaking the surface are a nice distraction. Droplets roll down her skin and catch in the valley between her breasts. Her nipples are hard little buds.
Fuck, I’m hard.
She straddles me, her ass settling on my thighs, pussy pressing hot against my cock. The water rises around us and splashes onto the floor.
My hands find her hips, and her hands find my shoulders.
The kiss is filthy from the start.
Tongues tangling.
Teeth clacking.
Loud and hot.
Every slide of her tongue sets fire down my spine.
I taste her. Salt. Sweet. Hot.
I feel her. Heat, wetness, friction—it’s all fire and water colliding.
She moans into my mouth, and her hips roll against the head of my cock.
I groan.
My hands slide up her back to tangle in her hair. I yank just hard enough to tilt her head back and expose her throat.
She whimpers.
I take advantage and bite down on the tender skin beneath her ear.
“Condom,” I pant against her neck.
My hips jerk up, the tip of my cock notching at her entrance.
