But here she is, with her cunt spread before my eyes, all plump, trimmed, and needy. If this is too much for her, she knows to give me her safe word. I don’t concern myself with overthinking it.
I take her small hand in mine. It’s frail and soft, which lets me position it where I want.
“W-what are you doing?”
Bringing her palm against her open pussy, I press her middle finger into her opening until her cunt swallows the tip. A faint moan escapes her pretty lips, and I push it deeper, inch by inch, until she’s in up to her knuckle. Then, I simply take my hands off her, watching her sit prettily with her finger in her pussy.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” I murmur. “I wish you could see yourself.”
Shame flashes in her wanton eyes, and her chest expands with heavier breaths, pushing her breasts forward, her nipples hard.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods.
“Tell me.”
“M-malachite,” she says, her gaze returning to mine.
Good fucking girl.
“I won’t coddle you, Cecilia.Yougave me permission to use this beautiful body the way I like.Youtold me not to treat you like you’re made of glass. But if you want me to stop, you say that word, and I’ll be back to bringing you smoothies if that’s what you’d like. Understood?”
Her finger twitches inside her pussy, drawing my eyes there. She wants to fuck herself, I can tell, but she’s too sweet and ashamed to do it without being told.
“Go on. Touch it a little,” I command her.
“I—I can’t. Not with you watching so closely. I?—”
“Especiallywith me watching so closely. I said touch your cunt for me, sweetheart.”
The second she slides that finger out, she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed. She stops with the tip still inside her, and I gently push it back all the way, keeping my hand on top of hers.
“Again,” I tell her.
And she does it, this time without my help.
Her moans continue, albeit hesitant and restrained. But the more she repeats the action—the more she fucks herself—the harder it gets to control her reactions. The more she loses herself in the action, forgetting about the rest.
Watching her do it, sweet, angelic, and ashamed, makes my cock grow to an impossible length. Pain squeezes my tight balls, and I perch my hands on either side of her body, itching to pullher into the water with me. I know she’d be wet enough to take me easily.
“So fucking perfect. Well done. Now, let your husband give you some cum.”
I pull her into my arms, ignoring the throb in my shoulder. The water splashes from the impact, making trickling noises as she comes down face to face with me. I hold her by the ass, her legs wrapped around me, her arms circling my neck. With one hand, I pull out my cock and position it at her slippery entrance before lowering her on my length.
“Oh, God. Mikhail, I—I...” she mumbles, lowering her forehead to my shoulder as I thrust into her.
Waves form all around us, blue shadows stretching across the walls. Our breaths sync. I fuck her hard and fast, digging my fingers into that soft ass, spreading her open as much as I can. And she lets me.
Her pussy swallows every thrust of my cock—warm and tight, like it’s her first time. My fingers skitter up to her asshole, and I probe her a little. It makes her chest rattle with an unexpected groan. I can’t help but smile at how easy she is to read. Something about having her ass touched really turns her on, and I’m more than happy to indulge her.
“I’m going to come—” she mewls, and her pussy clenches around me mid-sentence.
I fuck her through it, slow and deep, murmuring praise into her ear. Her nails dig into my back as she cries out, her head dropping back until her short hair touches the water. I kiss her neck, grunting, my cock pumping cum deep, painting those soft walls.
When I look at her, her eyelashes are twisted shut from tears, her cheeks wet. I stroke them with my knuckles, her pussy clamping down on me hard, choking on the amount of cum filling her up.
“Hold on to me,” I say, not sliding out of her yet. “I want to stay inside you for a while longer.”
