A rumble resonates from the depths of my chest when I bottom out inside her. We never break our stare. Not even when I pin our chests together with all my might. Ineedto feel her everywhere.
Lila moves her hips tentatively at first, testing out the position. The buoyancy from the water takes some getting used to for both of us. Her every adjustment is heaven, so I make no move to guide or rush her. She can experiment on me all night for all I care. As long as she’s in my arms, I’m happy. And since I’m inside her body, I’m over the fucking moon.
It doesn’t take long until she perfects the motion, grinding and undulating on me with ease. Her lush body slides against mine, making the water lap against us in ever-swelling waves.
Even when our strokes get frantic, our upper bodies don’t separate. Our arms are steel chains, locking us in place.
Faster and harder, she works me in and out of her decadent pussy.
No hesitation. No shyness.
She’s all desire and need, bouncing us between the lines of fucking and making love.
There’s no better place to be.
I’m reminded of how confident she became this morning on the couch when she took control. I sense the same assuredness building in her again. However, neither of us is battling for dominance this time.
We’re in perfect harmony.
As if directed by one mind, we simultaneously tilt our faces to angle for a kiss. She opens for me, inviting my tongue to taste and claim her.
I’ll never get enough of kissing her. Touching her. Fucking her.
Loving her.
As the kiss deepens, her erotic moans and whimpers turn me feral as I swallow them down.
I almost go blind from the pleasure when she starts rolling her hips in tantalizing circles. One of my hands starts sliding down her back errantly, allowing our chests to separate by a fraction of an inch.
Her pussy feels so damn good that I lost my grip. And possibly my mind.
I don’t care.
As long as she keeps circling her hips that way, nothing else matters.
“Oh, fuck, Lila. Keep doing that.”
My roaming hand seems to know where it’s going, heading straight to her hip. Her muscles flex under the soft cushion of her skin while she rides me like mad. Unable to resist, I drift my palm lower and squeeze her ass with a biting grip.
“Squeeze it harder,” she begs. “Make it hurt.”
Fucking hell. That ass will be the death of me.
The rougher I get, the louder she moans. And the closer we get to that sweet rapture.
Until I’m teetering over the edge.
Warmth erupts from somewhere deep inside me, spreading through my body like wildfire. My balls draw up with a fierce need for release.
As much as I want to do this forever, it feels way too fucking good. A man is only so strong.
“I’m gonna come, cookie.” Between each word, I gasp for air. “Unless. You. Slow. Down.”
Instead of slowing, she quickens her pace. Her words come out equally as choppy. “Can’t stop. So close. So good. Come with me.”
She grinds her clit on the root of my cock at the bottom of each stroke. Her moans turn to whimpers, then to frenzied keens in that precious way she does when she comes.
I let go, giving up the fight and letting her bring me with her. And she does, her sweet pussy quaking and squeezing my dick for all its worth.
