She leans in again, lips grazing my jaw, her breath warm against my skin. “You asked if I’d let you fuck me properly…”
My cock’s already hard as steel under the water, pressing up against her through my boxers. I groan, deep in my chest, my fingers curling around her hips like I’m holding on for dear life.
“Yeah,” I breathe, trying to stay in control. “I remember.”
She shifts her hips again, slow, dragging her soaked panties over the length of my cock and I gasp through my teeth. It’s too much and nowhere near enough.
Her smirk curls up again as she grinds down a little harder. “Does this answer your question?” she asks, her eyes locked on mine, with a sexy as fuck smirk on her pretty lips.
I let my hands slide down, my thumbs brushing the dip of her waist, as I grab her ass. I pull her down harder against me, feeling the pressure of her pussy right up against the curve of my cock through the thin barrier of cloth between us. She’s wet, and not just from the tub—she’s soaked, warm, soft and perfect against me.
“Not quite,” I mutter against her throat, my mouth brushing against her wet, smooth skin. I kiss along her neck, tasting her, feeling her shiver in my arms. “I think I need to hear you say it.”
She lets out a breathless laugh and moves her hips again, slower, dragging her clit right over the thick length of me.
“You need me to spell it out for you?” she whispers, her fingers sinking into my hair, tugging just enough to make my hips jerk up into her. she drops her head, her voice low and hot and heavy in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan,” she whispers, grinding against me. “Right here. Right now.”
That’s all I need to hear.
My hands grip her ass I pull her harder against me, making her gasp out loud, her back arching just a little. “Then we need to take these off,” I grit out, my fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties, feeling how the fabric clings to her—tight, soaked, practically melting against her skin.
I hook my thumbs and drag them down her thighs, peeling them off, inch by inch, until she’s bare above me, sitting in my lap, skin flushed and wet, eyes dark and wide and so fucking gorgeous. I toss the panties up onto the deck and look back at her.
She reaches down, tugs at the waistband of my boxers under the water and slides them off. Her fingers wrap around my cock, teasing me, stroking me, making my head fall back at the feel of her soft, warm hand.
“Fuck, Bels,” I mutter, my eyes locked on hers as she shifts, lifts herself up just enough for the head of my cock to press against her slick entrance.
She rolls her hips again, letting my tip drag against her entrance, not letting me in yet, just teasing. She bites her lip, looking down between us, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I grip her hips, lift her just enough, and then pull her down onto my cock in one slow, agonizing thrust. She gasps, her nails sinking into my shoulders as I fill her, stretching her inch by inch, the water rippling around us.
Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, her body trembling as she takes me.
I groan, my head tipping back. “Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good. Jesus. It’s so good. Too good,” I grind out, barely keeping control as she clenches around me, impossibly tight, impossibly wet.
She moans, rolling her hips, her eyes fluttering. “God, you’re so deep.”
I groan, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer. “You can take it.”
She whimpers, adjusting, rocking against me, dragging herself up before sinking down again, her slick heat gripping me inside her.
My hands roam over her body, until I find the clasp of her bra. It falls away, revealing her perfect tits, her nipples hard and the prettiest pink shade I’ve ever seen as water beads over her skin.
“Much better,” I murmur, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers just to hear the breathy little gasp she makes.
I chuckle, leaning down to flick my tongue against the peak of one breast before sucking it into my mouth. “You love having these tits played with, don’t you, baby?”
She groans, grabbing my face, forcing my gaze up to hers. “Fuck me, please.”
A hot as fuck girl is naked on my lap begging me to fuck her? Yeah, no way in hell am I denying her. I grip her hips and thrust up, hard, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, and I do it again, and again, setting a brutal rhythm that makes the water slosh over the sides, that makes her breath stutter, her moans spilling out in broken gasps.
“This what you wanted?” I groan, thrusting deep, grinding against her sweet spot. “You wanted me to fuck you properly?”
She nods frantically, panting. “Yes—fuck, yes?—”
I slide a hand between us, rubbing tight circles over her clit, making her whole body shudder.
“Ryan—fuck, I’m close,” she gasps, hips jerking, thighs trembling around mine.
