She complied, breathing hard.
“Feet up on the edge.”
“Naughty,” she whispered wickedly, slowly lifting one leg, then the other, to rest her heels on the edge of the spa. I cupped her bare backside, letting my fingers graze her pussy for a brief second. She squirmed, and with a grin, I pressed a kiss just behind her ear.
“Spread these pretty thighs, Catnip.” I gripped her legs, parting them, and I adjusted the angle of her hips, trailing kisses along the side of her neck. She gasped when the spa jet hit her.
“Sowicked, Hubby,” she rasped, her chest rising and falling just above the water line with every panting breath, her nipples two points against the wet fabric of her swimmer top.
“Unzip it for me,” I urged, kneading her backside, pressing her closer to the jet that was spraying its massage feature against her clit. She tugged the zipper down, until the edges floated apart and exposed her tits.
“Touch them. I want to watch you come while you play with your lovely breasts.” My voice was ragged, my dick throbbing insistently in my swim trunks. My mouth went dry as she cupped, and stroked, and pinched, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Perfection,” I murmured, grip tightening on her hip, and my other hand slid between her cheeks and further, finding her pussy. Even underwater it was slick, and I pressed one finger inside.
She let out a low moan, her walls clenching around me.
“I’m so close, Henry … so …o Doamne, give me more!”
With a pained grunt—I was a hairsbreadth away from exploding in my trunks—I pressed another finger inside, stirring, and pulsing, and thrusting.
“Come on my fingers, Catnip,” I begged. “I need to feel that tight pussy clench around them!”
Her head fell back against my shoulder, and she desperately flicked at her nipples. I fucked her harder with my fingers, my mouth pressed to the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re too good at this, Hubby, I … oh fuuuuuck!”
I sank my teeth into her skin, letting out a muffled growl as she came in an explosive series of contractions, her pussy trapping my fingers deep inside her.
Her arms fell limp, floating in the water beside her, and I came to my senses enough to pull her away from the jet that must feel like far too much sensation after an orgasm that intense.
“You … that was so …” A tiny, breathy laugh escaped her. “That performance would definitely have gone viral on Tickle.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, voice tight from holding myself back from tearing off my trunks and sinking into her. Watching her come—watching her come because of me—always pushed me right to the edge.
“Perhaps we should start a couple’s account,” she teased.
“Tempting … but no,” I rumbled. “I don’t want to share our pleasure with the world.” I pulled her back against my chest, holding her tight as my lips grazed her collarbone.
“I want to be your only fan, Catnip.”
Her arms snaked up, fingers tangling in my hair. “Well … I’m glad I closed my account now … because I want you to be the only one looking at me when I come.”
“Shh,” I hissed, clenching my jaw. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to lose control, and then we’ll have to drain the spa.”
The peal of giggles that burst from her was almost worse. I loved being the reason she made that carefree, delighted sound.
I loved so many things about her.
“Well, we had best remove you from the spa. After that performance, I need this thing to stay in excellent working order.”
She turned, slipping out of my embrace, shrugging the swim top off where it still hung loose around her shoulders. Then, naked and utterly confident, she climbed from the water and dripped her way over to the outdoor lounge. My eyes locked on the sway of her hips, the droplets of water that sluiced down her back and into the cleft of her gorgeous backside.
“Come on, Hubby,” she called, peering coyly over her shoulder at me as she lowered herself to her knees and patted the lounge seat in front of her. “Such a good boy deserves a reward.”
Heart leaping into my throat, I practically fell out of the spa,skidding across the deck and collapsing into the seat in front of her, while she watched, amusement dancing in her blue eyes.
“If I’d known you’d be that enthusiastic for a blow job, I would have offered this sooner,” she teased, her fingers sliding up my spread thighs. My dick jerked wildly against my swim trunks as she grazed it, finding the waistband. “I’ve been fantasising about it for … well, for a long time.”
