Leda arched her back as my hands ran back down over her hard nipples to her belly. A low rumble of approval resonated in my chest. She wasn’t just accepting my touch, she was demanding more. I lathered my hands again and trailed themdown her hips and lower belly, splitting them to run down her inner thighs. Her breaths were coming in quiet gasps as I washed the outside of her thighs as well, trailing my fingers back up to her hips.
As I had last night, I ran my fingers down over the patch of hair covering her mound and slipped a digit down the center to clean the small bud that crowned her sex and the rest of the slippery pink flesh between her legs.
Leda’s head fell back against my chest, and she moaned, spreading her legs wider. The tip of my index finger flicked her bud again, and she lifted her hips.
“Please, Bo,” she breathed.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me. Make me come.”
I did not make her ask again. I circled her bud with my finger, adding more pressure with each pass. Her following moan was broken as her hips jerked against me. Her ass pressed against my cock, rubbing as she squirmed in my lap.
I groaned at the pressure. If she kept moving like that, I was going to shoot my release all over her back.
When I removed my hand from her cunt, she made a sound of frustration. Until I lifted her off my lap and planted her ass on the edge of the pool and pushed her legs wider apart. Leda’s eyes were half-closed and hot as she leaned back on her hands, the position thrusting her breasts forward.
Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and used the tip of my tongue to tease her beaded nipple. The forked end wrapped around the tip and squeezed as I sucked it into the cavern of my mouth. My fangs pressed against her silken flesh, and I had to remind myself not to draw her blood.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of my horns, tugging me closer. My cock jumped at the contact, and I growled against her nipple, sucking it deeper into my mouth. Leda’s answeringmoan was long and loud as she arched her back, pressing more of her breast into my mouth.
I released her nipple with one last lick and moved to her other breast, giving that tip the same treatment. When I lifted my mouth, her hips were moving in small circles, and I could smell her arousal heavy in the air.
Unable to wait any longer, I bent forward and ran my tongue over the length of her slit. Leda leaned back further, shifting her weight to her elbows, and lifted her feet to the side of the bathing pool. The position opened her completely for me, inviting me to drink my fill.
I took that invitation and lowered my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her. She gasped and tried to close her knees, but I pressed them open with my palms. Once the taste of her cunt filled my mouth, I ran my tongue from her entrance to her bud, letting the tips wrap around it tightly. My lips closed over it just as a growl rumbled up from my chest. Her legs jerked against my hold as she lifted her ass from the stone and pressed her cunt harder into my mouth.
“Bo,” she gasped, her hands wrapping around the tips of my horns and squeezing tightly.
The contact to the sensitive tips had me reaching down to grasp my cock in a hard grip. It was either that or spill my release into the bathing pool.
Another growl erupted from me, this one louder and longer, and she cried out, her body growing tighter.
Using one of the fingers with blunted claws, I pressed it to her opening, feeling how wet and tight she was. As it slid deeper, her cunt tightened as though it wanted to suck me deeper.
She was so snug and small that she would cling to every inch of my cock and grip me like the tightest fist.
My growl faded, but there was still a rumble in my chest. One that vibrated up my throat and to the place where my mouth connected to her cunt.
Leda’s back arched as she tugged on my horns, her body tightening further around my finger. I knew she was on the edge of climax, ready to fall into her pleasure. As much as I wanted to draw it out and force her to feel every bit of ecstasy, I wanted to taste her peak, leaving her gasping and boneless.
My tongue moved over her bud in firm circles, harder and tighter than before. Leda cried out as her entire body shuddered. Her cunt clenched my finger in rhythmic spasms, a rush of wetness allowing me to slide even deeper.
I eased my tongue on her bud, guiding her through the climax until the tension completely left her body and she whimpered for me to stop.
Rising up on the ledge, I swept her up in my arms and back into the pool. She straddled my lap, her cunt hot against the bottom of my cock. I grunted as the rigid length of my shaft twitched at the contact. Her core was so slick and soft. I wanted to sink my cock deep into her cunt until she melted for me. Until she gave me everything that I wanted. My hands shook as I reached for the soap yet again.
Though I yearned to draw this out, I wasn’t sure I could control my urges for much longer.
I gently washed her back, checking her skin for scrapes and wincing at the redness on her shoulders. I should have taken her to bed instead of spreading her out on the stone floor.
Leda roused when I started to move us, pushing my shoulders back as she lifted her head. She reached for the bar of soap floating in the water and began to work it between her palms. When they were soapy, she set the bar aside and began to run her hands over my shoulders and chest. I sat completely still as she washed my arms, lifting each to wash beneath and downmy sides. Her eyes followed the path of her fingers, taking in my body as she touched me.
Her soapy hands moved to my back, down to my hips and thighs. I stopped breathing when her arm brushed my cock, barely running over the tip. She ignored the contact, her focus on washing my legs and feet.
Once she finished, she lathered her hands again. My gaze locked onto her hands as she lowered them to my lap. My head fell back, and a groan was ripped from my throat when her fingers circled my cock. She stroked down, then up, twisting her wrist as she reached the head. I gripped my thighs, resisting the urge to grab her and plant her on my shaft.
Her other hand stroked downward, cupping my bollocks and squeezing gently. My seed threatened to spill on her next stroke.
