11 Kimber
Shock hits me when Rich pulls us beneath the water, and suddenly I'm afraid I didn't take a big enough breath.
But the feel of him pounding me into the sides of the spring makes my body coil tight, and my legs wrap around him to drag him closer instead of pushing him away. His grip on my neck is firm as we move, and the spring is small enough I can still keep one hand pressed to one side.
He flexes his hand on my neck, testing me, and I have to bite back a moan. There's nothing I can do but take him right now, and even with the sunlight above it's hard to see much down here.
His free hand massages my clit, and it sends me over the edge. I buck against his hips as his thrusts send us into the side of the spring, and my lungs scream for air as he fucks me.
I don't want it to end. The high from the lack of oxygen is better than the way I feel when I drink, and it's addictive while Rich is inside me.
When I cum, I throw my head back into the wall. There's nowhere to go, and he's pounding into me so hard I'm sure there will be marks come morning. I squeeze his throat as I come undone, the burn in my lungs too great as I fight the urge to open my mouth and cry out.
He must be able to touch the bottom of the spring or something, because we're pushed upward in a matter of secondsand the warm water slips away as I gasp for breath, his hand loosening on my neck.
My back hits the side again and I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on as he keeps going. I'm still trying to catch my breath, but right now it's not happening with the way he makes my pussy cry for more.
"Good girl," he praises, continuing to fuck into me. "You gave me your breath, and I'll give it back."
He slaps my clit beneath the water, making me scream, and he grits his teeth and keeps going, his words impossible to fully interpret as my mind unravels.
"Such a pretty mess. Keep letting me fuck this pussy Kim and I'll give you the best high you'll ever get."
My eyes roll, and it's too much. The way he hits the perfect spot inside me, the warm water, the hypersensitivity, and the oxygen still trying to restart my brain. My pussy clenches around him as I cum again, and I bury my head into his shoulder with a cry.
Rich curses, and a moment later as I'm still twitching on him I feel us moving. He partway lifts me out of the water, setting my butt on the edge of the spring. His cock slides free, and I immediately miss it.
"Lie back," he growls.
I all but fall on my back, cushioning my head with my arm, and my fingers find my pussy. I'm not at all ashamed to play with myself while he's still between my thighs, and I close my eyes as I whimper.
I'll give him one more even if he doesn't demand it.
Rich moans, and something hits my upper thighs. I know he's finishing on me, and it makes me slide my fingers deeper inside myself. All I want is him inside me again.
A moment later I feel his finger pressing to my pussy too, and then he's fingering me in time with my hand. My backarches off the ground at the feel of us together, and he pinches my clit.
"Break for me, Dreamer."
I scream, my fingers quickening inside me as I come apart. Rich doesn't match my pace, torturing me, and I ride it out until I'm a whimpering mess. I don't know if I want to force myself to have another one with how sensitive I am or if I should ask Rich to carry me to bed.
He saves me the effort, hopping out of the spring. My eyes fall closed as I try and even out my breaths, my head fuzzy but for a whole new reason now. Those orgasms were a godsend, and the rush of being fucked awake and then forced underwater sure helped.
Rich bends down, and I feel him sliding his hands beneath me to lift me up. "Such a good girl, Kimber. Now you're going to let me worship this body in the shower too."
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Rich gets me to cum one final time with his mouth while we’re in the shower before he helps me wash up. I'm too content and dazed to really care if I'm leaning on him too much, but he doesn't complain. For this weekend I'll let him care for me however he wants.
When we go back home I'll put up the walls again. It's safer that way.
"Jude is chill," Rich explains, driving us to some storage looking area on the property. "This should be quick. We can order room service after if you want. The restaurant has some fantastic food."
I just nod along, happy to do whatever. Rich checked on me a few times that the water play didn't bother me, and it really didn't. He let me take a breath before he plunged us under, so really, what's the harm?
"Sure," I say, aware that my response is delayed. "That sounds good."
The euphoric feeling of breathing after being denied stays with me. Is it unhealthy? I think so, but it's addictive too. I haven't really concerned myself with how much Rich has or hasn't caught on about my drinking issues, but if all I need is a little erotic drowning, maybe that's the cure.
