“I wish I was.” I sigh, and she raises her head to look into my eyes.
“I’mthatgood?” She pretends to be surprised, a grin on her pink lips that makes me return the look.
“Don’t get too cocky.” I poke her warm pink cheek.
“Well, I’d say the same to you, but I do like fucking you… So, you can get as cocky as you want.” She leans in as she lightly grazes her thigh over my new bulge, growing at the mere thought of her riding me again. Fuck, what is this woman doing to me? I grip her tightly and sit us up, pulling her out of the tub before placing her on her feet.
Her eyes tilt to the one towel I grabbed, and I take it and wrap it around her as she watches me curiously. After a second, I lift my chin to the door of my room, inviting her to come with me. After a second, she drops the towel, revealing her glistening body, every curve on display, every detail front and center. I bite my lip because I want her bad, and I push her against the wall because there is nothing else I can do but fuck her all over again.
There’s a bench by the wall, and I push her to it, kiss down her body and grab her legs. She gasps as I throw them over my shoulders and immediately dive between her thighs. I don’t care that I just came inside of her, don’t care that I can see it pearling at her opening, streaking her flesh. I lick her as if she’s the most delectable meal I’ve ever tasted, enjoying the sight of her damp glistening flesh in the candlelight as I eat her out like it’s my last night on earth, her soft pussy caressing my mouth as my cock hardens again. Intently, I lap her up, curling into her and rubbing my tongue over her pulsing clit.
The mingled taste of us is more pleasant than I would have imagined it could be. She moans, arching into me as I run my tongue over every inch of her delicious pussy, wanting to make her come again before I fuck her again. I thrust my fingers into her, feeling the mingled heat and wetness of my cum and her arousal, fucking her like that as I suckle her clit, and she grabs my hair with a force that’s almost painful as she bucks against my mouth, her arousal and my cum gushing out over my tongue as I lick her through another intense, throbbing orgasm.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I’m about to grab her and bend her over so I can fuck her from behind, maybe even take her perfect ass, when she slithers off the bench and falls to her knees, taking my cock into her hands and sucking me so hard I grab onto the wall.
“Fuck, Lydia.” I moan, not resisting. There’s a lot of give and take with us. We get what we want— the both of us— and that's to be in control. I want her to never stop this, want to release into her mouth, her lips tightening around me, tongue licking from my length to tip. I force myself to pull away because I still want more of her in other ways.
Her brows tense, and she trails her hand down her body, beginning to touch herself. I stroke my length, press my cock between her breasts as she moans, and then I grab her hand before she can finish.
“Get up,” I order, and she does as I say. I kiss down her neck, cock throbbing at the mere feeling of her warm skin against my body. She grips me tightly, steadying her swaying just before I turn her around. She bends over and places her hands on the bench, knowing exactly what I want without me saying another word.
I hold her hips steady as I guide my tip to her ass, showing myself into the back of her as she gasps. She doesn’t resist. She fuckingmoanswhile I push my cock into her willing ass for the first time, and it drives me mad with desire. I push into her, finding her clit and rubbing as I thrust into her tight, clenching asshole, and I can’t help thinkingthis is the perfect woman. She’s everything I’ve ever needed. I’ll never find another woman like Lydia Royce.
Her moans are ecstatic as her body gives way to me and I feel the euphoria of being inside her beginning to build all over again. The sensation is powerful.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” I warn her, and she just nods, gasping and moaning as she pushes back against my cock and fingers.Fuck.My balls tighten, my cock throbs, and I wonder if this is heaven, if I’ve died or if I’m just fucking dreaming as I thrust balls-deep into Lydia’s perfect ass and feel the first pulse of ecstasy as my cock starts to shoot inside of her, filling her ass with my hot cum.
She cries out, bucking back against me as I come inside of her, rubbing her clit, and from the way her back arches and her moans rise in pitch, I know she’s coming too. She’s writhing against me, grinding against my cock buried in her ass, and I never want to pull out. I want to keep coming in her forever, and that’s when I know I’m well and truly fucked.
Most couples would shower and pass out after two rounds of the kind of sex we have. Instead, we shower, our hands still all over each other, her body still full of my cum. Then we’re only half dry and moving towards the door when I back her against the doorjamb and kiss her again, her lips sweet and parting instantly for me with the words we don’t need to speak.
“I want you,”mine would say.“Then, fuck me,”hers would say in return.
We somehow make it to the bed. I throw her into it, feeling our bodies sink into the sheets as we moan into one another lips. I raise my head to hers and pull her up to it as she lets out a long moan, looking into my eyes, and I grab her chin between my thumb and index finger.
“Fuck me.” She whispers, and I kiss her lips roughly before pulling away.
“Fuck me.” She whispers again, grabbing my hard, throbbing cock and stroking it, sending my body into a frenzy. Three times tonight, and I’m as hard as if I haven’t fucked in months.
I grab her breasts, kiss them, and suck as she moans and strokes me. I gasp into her chest as I find her wet opening. Starting with the tips of my fingers, I push inside her. She opens to me, her drenched pussy telling me this is what she wants. She moans as I slowly slide three fingers inside, taking care to move slowly.
“Romeo.” She whispers, brows turned up at the inner corners as she continues to stroke me, and my knuckles are making their way past her opening. She lets out a moan as I push through, fingers pushing on her wall as I add a fourth. Her back curls as I continue this movement, slowly thrusting into her to test what she can take.
“Faster.” She moans, and I do as she says, guiding my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. It tightens around me until she yells in pleasure, slightly thrusting her hips into me as I use my other hand to stroke my cock, longing to be inside her. As she comes down, I slowly pull out and lift her up higher on the bed. She catches her breath for a second as I stroke over her, and then I run my tip down her stomach and to her heat.
She grips my hips in response, and I plunge into her, feeling the clench of her tightening pussy grabbing me in every place I need to be touched as I thrust inside her.
“Fuck.” I grunt as my body feels the wetness stroking every bit that needs her. I do need her. Know that I can’t stop now. She meets me; her hand raises to my neck as she pulls my face to hers. I kiss her roughly, skin wet with sweat and bath salts. And we fuck so hard and long that I have to stop myself from coming after only a minute of me inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist, inviting me to plunge deeper, and I do.
I fuck her as hard as I can, speeding up as her breathing shortens and becomes high-pitched. Her auburn hair swirls around us in the silky sheets, skin glistens with the pleasure I’ve provided, lips wet with my spit. Our breathing matches as we climb together, and I’m on the cusp. Her sheath tightens around my cock, and I release as we yell our moans of existential bliss, so completely and utterly euphoric I’m nearly convinced this isn’t real life.
As I fall to her side, we continue to gasp, catching our breath that feels very much the same. Like we have the same lungs now, and somehow I can feel what she needs for the few moments after our release. When the feeling fades and I’m back to breathing on my own, I pull her onto my chest. The taste of her is still in my mouth, the burn of her lips still on my skin, and I never want it to leave. But it always does.It always does, and then, like an addict, I come back for more.
I feel her lashes flutter closed and mine follow shortly after, relaxing into the warmth of her body and the cold sheets beneath us. I’m out before I can tell her how fucking amazing she was. The darkness that greets me is kind tonight, and somehow I have a hope I haven’t had in a long time. This must be what it feels like to truly trust someone.
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KIRA