I'd come already, and hard, and I was anticipating another body-shivering explosion.
I wasn't disappointed.
He never increased his pace, even when he had to know by my breathing and moaning and desperate undulation of my hips that I was close. He paused once to spit into his hand, smearing the saliva against my asshole. His other finger was deep inside my pussy and stroking slowly, his tongue gliding in lazy circles around my clit.
He touched a finger to my tightest hole, paused and looked at me for approval.
"Do it," I breathed. "Gently."
He didn't answer, just pushed his finger against me, not trying to shove in but to coax the opening to stretch. His tongue and other finger had slowed to almost stillness, but not quite. And then he was inside, just his pinky finger. I gasped and drew my knees up, trying to relax the muscles. He left his finger there, letting me acclimatize to his presence, and then moved deeper with his characteristic gentle, unhurried pace.
His tongue began to move again, flicking my clit, and his finger moved in my pussy to stroke the rough patch of my G-spot, and now the fire and pressure began to burgeon. My breathing was a long-drawn, high-pitched moan, rising into a panting whimper as the climax rose to frenzied peak, his pinky working its way ever deeper until I felt his knuckles against me. I clawed my fingers into the bed and didn't even try to dampen my scream of climax, feeling ecstatic detonations rip through me. My pussy clenched around his fingers and my asshole clamped around his pinky and he was moving both hands in tandem, his pinky more slowly and shallowly, and I was blind and deaf and mute, every muscle, every fiber, every synapse of my being on fire and in twisting paroxysms of delight, and he did not relent.
When finally he removed his fingers from me, I went limp, shuddering with ripples of pleasure.
Jeff brushed his lips against my ear and whispered, "I'll be right back."
I couldn't have moved if I wanted to, and right then, all I wanted was to stay still and bask in the glow of a glorious orgasm.
He came back, put his hand in mine and helped me sit up. "Come on," he said to me, pulling me to my feet.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He nipped my throat with a kiss and led me to his living room and out onto his back porch.
I hesitated on the threshold of the door-wall. "Outside? But...I'm naked."
"So am I," Jeff said. "There's a privacy fence, for one thing, and I only have neighbors on one side, for another, and for a third, I've got a wall around the hot tub."
I let him pull me outside, and sure enough, he had a ten-foot-tall fence between his backyard and the neighbors. In addition to the privacy fence, he had built a three-sided wall around the hot tub.
The night was pitch black, and the tub glowed with wavering, submerged yellow light. A small, round, three-legged table stood to one side, a massive, four-wick white candle flickering merrily, and a bottle of wine. It was a small touch, just a table, a candle and a bottle, but it was enough to show he'd made an effort. It wasn't just sex, for Jeff.
Oh, shit.The thought was a flash through my head, but enough to make me wonder what I'd gotten myself into. And then Jeff's arms were around my bare waist and pulling me into a breath-defying kiss and all thoughts and worries were gone.
We broke apart long enough to step into the hot tub. It was scalding, and I wasn't ready to sink down into it yet. I held on to Jeff, one arm around his neck, the other toying with his cock, testing his readiness for round two. Oh, he was ready.
He grew rigid under my hand, standing upright, unfolding, uncoiling. I put one foot up on the side of the tub and lifted up onto my toes, a gush of wetness spreading through me in eager hunger to feel him spear into me, fill me past full. Jeff rumbled deep in his chest as he probed my pussy with his tip. I sank down from my tip-toes, plunging him up into me. He spread me apart, pushing in and rising up on his toes until he was hilt-deep.
He sat down, easing us into the water. I put my legs on either side of his hips and he braced himself with his feet on the far edge of the tub, his hands supporting his weight and mine on the seats.
Holy shit, he's strong,I thought. He held us without straining, both of our bodies' weight held by the power of his arms and core. I sought the tub bottom with my toes, but he held me aloft, smirking he as began to thrust.
"Jeff, you're crazy," I gasped, laughing.
I was waist deep in the water, and he let us sink down, floating nearly weightless, and then he powered upward, spearing deep and then relaxing, only to thrust again. I curled over him, mouth quivering, breathless, as he moved. I was near climax almost instantly, burning all over again, boiling with pressure.
He sank to a sitting position on the bottom, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, the water at his chin and at my throat. He tilted his head up and I pressed my lips to his, tasting the tang of my essence on his tongue. He rolled his hips into mine, barely moving inside me, just enough to keep the pressure building.
The wine was open, and I reached for the bottle, tilted it to my lips and drank. It was a sweet red, inexpensive but delicious.
"I forgot glasses, didn't I?" Jeff said, taking the bottle from me.
"It's fine," I answered. "I'm not above drinking from the bottle."
We took turns drinking straight from the bottle, our hips rolling in synch all the while, until my climax was nearing peak, until I couldn't hold the bottle, so unsteady were my hands. The water was hot, the air with a bite of near-fall cool, and the night silent but for our breathing and the gentle bubble of the water.
Jeff set the half-empty bottle down and took my waist in his hands, lifting me and pulling me down in an increasing rhythm. I bowed my back and bit his shoulder as the fire began to spread, turning from a slow blaze into a wild inferno, heat spreading through me until my hair stuck in damp tendrils to my forehead and cheeks, until I was sure the boiling of the water around us was due to the heat radiating out of me.
