There’s heat and something achingly familiar about it, but also something completely new. Her lips are soft, her breath is warm against mine, and the world outside of this moment ceases to exist.
I don’t think.
I just feel.
The way her fingertips dig into my skin, the way the water moves gently around us, the way she lets out the faintest, barely-there sigh against my mouth when I pull her just a little closer.
Ivy's body, wet and shining, moves smoothly as she straddles me. My cock is hard and throbbing by now and she just must feel it when she settles into my lap. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging slightly into my flesh, as she begins to ride me with a newfound ferocity. Dry humping in water, is that a thing?
The hot water makes everything feel more intense as our bodies move together. My hands explore her curves, squeezing her arse and pulling her closer as our moans fill the steamy air.
"Oh, Ivy, you feel so fucking good," I groan, my eyes closing in ecstasy. "I love the way you move on me. So fucking hot. I wanted this so much."
Her confidence soars as she takes control, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. She leans forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, and whispers seductively, "I want to feel you. Show me what you can do, baby."
"You're mine, Ivy," I growl, my voice low and commanding. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, make you mine in every way."
Her body trembles, a mixture of pleasure and submission washing over her. She meets my gaze, her eyes shining with desire and trust, and nods slightly, encouraging me to take what I desire. I get rougher, grabbing her arse and pinching her nipples, making her gasp.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, as I push the gusset of her bathing suit aside and slide my hard cock into her whilst our lips meet in a deep, hungry kiss. Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering shut, waves of pleasure washing over me. My thrusts become more urgent, my muscles straining, as I drive into her with relentless passion.
"I'm gonna come, Theo," she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate. "I can't hold back, baby."
I feel her body clench around me and I almost lose it. I grip her tightly, my fingers digging into her arse, and I thrust harder into her warm pussy, my own orgasm building. The hot tub's water laps at our bodies.
"Come for me, Ivy," I growl, my voice hoarse. "Let's finish this together."
Her body shakes, her orgasm rippling through her. She cries out, her voice mingling with my deep groans as we reach our climax together. Our bodies shudder, our lips still locked, as our pleasure peaks.
Then, suddenly, it’s gone.
I open my eyes.
Steam curls around me, the heat pressing against my skin, but it’s not from the hot tub.
It’s from my shower. My dick is softening in my hand.
I inhale sharply, the sound of running water hitting the tiles snapping me back to reality.
My other hand is braced against the cool ceramic, droplets trailing down my arms, my forehead pressed against the wall as I let out a slow, shaky breath.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It wasn’t real.
Just a fantasy. A moment my brain had conjured up so vividly that, for a second, I’d let myself believe it.
I squeeze my eyes shut, frustration curling deep in my chest.
Because as much as I want to pretend it was just some stupid thought, something that drifted in and out of my head, I know better.
It felt real.
Because I want it to be real.
And that? That’s a problem.
I take another breath, willing myself to shake it off. To let it go. To not think about the way Ivy’s lips had felt in my daydream, about the way she had leaned into me, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
