She pushed up just as I sank down lower into the water and gripped my dick to make it easier for her.
She slid down, taking me in slowly, gaze locked with mine.
It was early in the morning, so the sun was just coming up, and the little bit of light illuminated the bathroom.
I filled her completely, and I had to squeeze my eyes closed for a minute because I’d never experienced anything like this.
She was wet and tight and warm.
She had my dick in a vise, one I never wanted to break free from.
She started moving.
And holy shit.
Holy motherfucking shit.
Feeling her around my bare cock was overwhelming.
Nothing had ever felt better.
I just watched her in awe.
My girl.
My fucking girl.
The most beautiful girl in the world.
She rode my cock like her life depended on it.
And I never wanted her to stop.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you riding me like you were made for me,” I grunted as she smiled down at me, moving faster.
Water was splashing over the sides of the tub, and I didn’t give a fuck.
I couldn’t get enough.
I gripped her hips, driving her up and down as I thrust into her over and over.
She was panting and moaning, and it was sexy as hell. I moved my thumb to her clit, and I’d barely touched her when she gasped.
“Cutler,” she cried out, and I jolted forward one more time and came so hard I couldn’t see straight.
Unloading myself into her.
The sound that escaped me was barely audible.
I tugged her mouth down to mine, and she moaned against my lips as my tongue slipped inside.
When we stopped riding out our pleasure, she fell forward, tucking her face beneath my chin as her breathing slowed.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too.”
We’d said it hundreds of times over the years.
