Without any lead up, I plunged in hard and deep.
She cried out, “Yes.”
My dick was hot and hard as it slid inside her, faster and faster. I let go and let my need take over. I gave into it. Surrendered to my dick and this amazing woman.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I gasped as the friction on my dick pushed me up and up.
“Yes…yes…”
I reached around her hips to rub her clit, wanting her to come on me and then take me to heaven.
“Yes!” she cried out and her entire body went taut. Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard that I swore I saw stars. Then my balls contracted and the next time I thrust, I burst.
“Fuck yeah…oh fuck…so good…” I was chanting like a lunatic as I rode out the mind-blowing orgasm. When all the power and energy was spent, I leaned forward, resting my palms beside hers on the tub’s edge. I kissed her shoulder. “Will you be telling Andi about this?”
She laughed. “No.” She turned around and sat on the bench while I stayed on my knees in front of her. “It’s not nice to brag.”
Jesus, what was it about her that made my chest feel like a fucking expanding balloon? Why would saying something like that make me feel this way? Since I was supposed to be out of my head, I pushed those thoughts away.
“If we’re this good in water, imagine how good we’ll be in a bed,” I said.
Her gray eyes flashed with heat. “Should we find out?”
“Absolutely.”
18
Kellie
Did I believe that Ryan was attracted to me? Yes. Did I believe that he’d be able to put his worries and hang-ups aside to enjoy a fling for a few days? I wasn’t sure. I hoped so because I meant it when I said it was humiliating how quickly he bolted out of bed the other night after having sex with me. It was hard not to take it personally, even though I knew it was all on him.
One thing I was learning about Ryan was that while he was strait-laced and a bit square in his regular life, he did allow himself to be adventurous when it came to sex. Was I surpri
sed when he turned me around in the tub and took me from behind? Yes. I anticipated that he was a guy that preferred missionary-style sex, or at least face-to-face sex positions. As we left the tub and headed to the bedroom, I was eager to find out what other surprises he might have for me. And I wanted to share some of my own surprises. In fact, I decided to go first, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping my hand around his already growing cock and pulling it to my mouth.
“Fuck…” he groaned as my lips slid down his length. His fingers thread through my hair. “Yes…fuck Kellie…so good.”
I stroked him, taking him deep in my mouth loving how his breathing got harsher and harsher. I wanted to make him come. To taste his essence. I held him to me, moving faster and faster. But before he came, he withdrew, lifted me and tossed me back on the bed. In a flash, his shoulders were between my thighs and his mouth was on me, driving me crazy with an onslaught of sensation. His tongue. His lips. Sucking. Licking. Thrusting. Flicking.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as he hurled me to the edge of oblivion. My hips were bucking, my entire body was writhing.
His fingers pressed against the flesh of my inner thighs pushing them open, then slid up, opening my pussy lips, and I was gone.
“Ryan!” I screamed out his name as my orgasm slammed into me, hard and fast, stealing my breath away.
He stayed with me, his lips and tongue laving and sucking until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was a whimpering mess.
He moved up my body, his dick poised to thrust inside me.
“No.” I gripped his dick.
“Did I hurt you?”
I looked up into his blue eyes filled with concern.
“I want to suck you. I want to make you come.”
“You don’t have to.”