It’s a fucking battle. Thank God I’ve practiced self-control because right now I want to fuck up into her hot little mouth and take and take and take. But I don’t want to hurt her or scare her.
I’ve never had tender, protective feelings like this during sex. What is happening to me?
I push myself up and brace my ass against the edge of the tub, and watch her suck on me, her lips stretched around my girth, and it’s so fucking filthy and beautiful it makes my breath tighten in my chest. Tremors run down my thighs and throbbing need builds in my body.
She slides her mouth off me, but keeps her hand wrapped around me as she kisses my abs, my chest, then sucks my nipples. I gasp as sensation flashes right to my balls, then I growl. Then she’s licking my dick again, long slides of her tongue up and down, slowly like she’s savoring me. I fucking love that.
“Okay,” I gasp. “That’s it. We’re fucking. Right now.” I grab a bottle of lube I left in here earlier. Water is not conducive to natural lubrication and I want this to be good for her. With a smile, she takes it from me and slicks up my cock, nearly undoing me. Then I lube up her pussy, enjoying the feel of my fingers sliding through her softness. I turn her to face away from me, on her knees, hands on the side of the tub. What a view of her perfect ass. And that tattoo scrolling up her spine.
She arches her back and pushes her ass out, taunting me, and I’m lost. I drive into her, hard.
“Yes,” she wheezes, her hands tightening on the edge of the tub. “Do that. Hard.”
“Christ, yeah.”
She reaches between her legs and I feel the tension build in her, her pussy clamping around me. She cries out, her head falling forward.
She feels so fucking incredible, and… Wait. I don’t have a condom on. I know she’s on birth control, but…
Fuck, I can’t stop it now, my orgasm is bearing down on me, the pressure intense and fiery and inexorable. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and grab my cock, pulling it out of her. I pump once and I’m coming, a line of fire sizzling down my spine, my balls squeezing, and I explode in hot rushes onto her lower back. Sensation pours through me in exquisite, agonizing waves until I’m spent, panting, leaning over her to growl into her ear. “Jesus. Jesus Christ. Andi… you’re fucking killing me.”
When I can move, I say, “Let me clean you up. I’m so sorry. I forgot a condom.” I gently wash her back and she slides down into the water to turn and face me.
“You know I’m on birth control. Are you worried about STIs?”
Her frank question startles me. “No! Are you?”
“I don’t know.” She searches my face. “No. I trust you.”
I blow out a breath. “I’ve been tested.”
“I went after the first time we slept together. So I’m okay, too.”
“Okay. So…” I cock my head. “Does that mean no more condoms?”
She smiles. “I’m good with that.”
I kiss her smile. “Fucking you bare felt incredible. Let’s do it again.”
After more sex, this time in the bed, making more use of the lube and the champagne, and sleep, we enjoy morning sex. Instead of getting dressed and going downstairs, we order room service and have French toast and fruit in bed, talking and flirting and kissing. She’s wearing a sexy little red slip that I fucking love.
The limo takes us home, but we get in my car and drive over to Benny’s place to pick up Tilly. I only texted two more times last night, and once this morning to make sure everything was okay.
“She was a little fussy last night.” Mabel hands her over to me. “When she realized you’d left, I think. She got a little sad. But we played with her and she settled down. She’s so cute! We had fun.”
“Thank you so much for this,” I say. “We had a great time.”
“I’m happy to look after her!”
“Did she sleep all night?” Andi asks, petting Tilly’s hair.
“No.” Benny makes a face. “But we gave her a bottle and she wasn’t awake for long.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “It’s hard getting up in the night.”
“I think we can handle it for one night,” he says dryly. “We’re fine. We can go back to bed now.”
I grin. “Yeah, you can.”
