I swear I fucking saw white for a moment.
She didn’t tease.
She didn’t ease her way into it.
She just started to fuck me with her mouth.
Fast, deep, her head twisting as she sucked up and down my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, gathering her hair to hold it back so I could watch her as she worked me. “You’re so fucking good at that,” I murmured as her hand shifted down, palming my balls as she continued to suck me off.
I’d never wanted to come down someone’s throat as badly as I wanted to come down hers right then.
Someday, I promised myself, I would.
Let her work me as I sat selfishly back, having her take me to that brink, then pulling her tightly against me, so when my release moved through me, it slid right down the back of her throat.
But that was not tonight.
Tonight, I needed to feel her hot, tight walls closing around me again.
With her hair wrapped around my palm, I yanked hard, feeling my cock slip out of her mouth with a small pop.
Pulling, I turned her, bending her over the back of the tub as my free hand fished for the wallet I’d placed next to the tub, finding the condom there.
I released her hair to slide on the protection, then sank my fingers into her hips instead, slipping down for a second to massage her plump ass, before slamming deep inside her, both of us gasping at the sensation.
“Feel how fucking perfect you are for me,” I hissed as I fucked her. Hard. Fast. The sounds of our sex echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. That sound was quickly drowned out, though, by her throaty moans as I drove her higher and higher.
My hand slid between her thighs, working her clit as I fucked her harder still.
Her hips slammed back against me with each move, taking me to the hilt, helping drive herself right to that edge.
“Fuck. Are you going to come for me?” I hissed as her walls tightened.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Let me feel you let go,” I said. “Yes,” I groaned as the orgasm started, her walls tightening over and over. “Squeeze my cock, baby. That feels so fucking good,” I hissed, fucking her through it, then slamming deep and cursing out my release.
I can’t say for sure, but I swear to fuck I was pretty sure I actually blacked out from the intensity for a moment.
Nothing had ever felt like fucking her felt.
All consuming.
Overwhelming.
And somehow… new.
Sex, I figured, was just sex.
Sometimes great, almost always good.
But this was different.
Deeper.
Laced with feeling, and therefore, meaning.