“I feel grimy.”
I slide my gaze over her body, eager to get my hands on every curvy inch. “Need help peeling those jeans off?”
“Nope. I got ’em.” She turns and strips off her shirt. “Will you help me with my bra, though?”
“Fuck yeah, I will.” I work the clasp loose in record time. “I like this color on you,” I say, sliding the pale-pink straps off her shoulders.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “Thank you. Are you joining me in the tub?”
“Sure.”
“Will this be too girly for you?” She wags a tiny bottle full of pink gel in my direction.
“Nope.” She can fill that tub with rose petals and rainbow glitter—still won’t stop me from getting in there with her.
After a lot of splashing around, we’re situated in the tub both facing the faucet. Her back against my front.
“Are you warm enough?” I ask, sliding my hands over her ribs to cup her breasts.
“I am now.” She sighs and rests her head against my chest, closing her eyes.
Stretched out and glistening in the foamy bathwater, she’s a beautiful sight. I flick my thumbs over her nipples and she arches her back. Leaning closer, I whisper, “I want to make you come under water. Would you like that?”
She laughs silently and lifts her arms, looping them around my neck without opening her eyes. “Give it a shot.”
I brush my cheek against hers. “Challenge accepted.”
It takes me a few seconds to position her how I want. She sighs and more tension melts out of her body as I slide my hands down her legs, slowly working my way to her inner thighs. “That’s it,” I encourage, kissing her cheek. “Open for me.”
She twists, angling her head to stare at me. Her fingers press at the back of my neck, urging me closer. I brush my lips over hers, soft at first. Her lips part, her tongue darting out to stroke against mine.
I slide one hand between her legs, slowly cupping her pussy and pressing the heel of my hand right at the top. Just that. Slowly teasing and testing to see what gets the strongest reaction from her. I work my hand up and down, back and forth, keeping the pressure light.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she whispers into my mouth.
Nice is fine but I’m looking for fireworks here.
I slide my first two fingers into a peace sign and work them over her clit. First, a gentle tug up and down, then an easy back and forth.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and spreads her legs wider. Water shifts and splashes out of the tub.
Her eyes pop open.
“Shh, close your eyes.” I band my free arm over her chest, holding her in place. “I’ll clean it up later. Focus on my fingers.”
“Okay,” she whispers. Her eyes drift closed again.
I kiss her temple. “Good girl.”
Her lips curve into a soft smile. “Continue.”
Chuckling, I repeat the same exploratory rubbing and sliding motion. Tracing slow circles around her clit seems to get the most reaction, so I focus on that, increasing the pressure one pass at a time.
“Oh God,” she gasps and grabs my arm holding her to me, digging her nails in.
“Yeah?”
“Faster,” she pleads.
I answer by increasing the speed, building up the pressure.
“Harder,” she whimpers.
God, this is fucking amazing. Her fingers digging into my arm hard enough to leave marks, her pursed lips, the eager way her hips move in time to my fingers. All of it.
“That’s it,” I encourage.
Her legs tremble. I press the heel of my hand down and slide two fingers inside her, keeping up the pressure and motion that draws the sharpest reactions from her.
“Oh…oh my…right there.” Her hips shoot up but I keep her upper body tethered to mine, continuing the long, drawn-out rhythm. Pushing inside, dragging my fingers out, pressing against her.
Her eyelids flutter, lips part, red spreads over her chest and she keeps thrashing in my hold. Damn, I can’t contort myself into the right angle to get one of her diamond-hard nipples in my mouth.
She gasps and shudders, the walls of her pussy squeezing my fingers.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “I feel that.”
She vocalizes the sweetest mewls and breathless noises. When she finally stops moving, I slide my fingers out of her, stopping to pat her pussy. She jumps and giggles.
Her eyes open and she stares up at me. “You’re one gifted man.” She traces her finger over my cheek. “Thank you.”
I mash my lips against hers. Her body slips, slides away, and splashes in the water for a few seconds.
She returns, facing me, wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing her slick pussy against my stiff-as-a-flagpole cock.
“What would you like in return?” she asks, kissing her way to my ear.
I clamp my hands over her hips to slow her maddening movements. “No tit-for-tat.”
“What if I’m feeling greedy tonight?” She grazes my cock again.
My body jolts and she chuckles, low and throaty.
I can only hold back for so long. I line myself up and thrust into her heat. She cries out and tips her head back.
“That what you wanted?” I ask.
“Yes,” she gasps. “God you feel amazing inside me.”
“Happy to hear it.” I grin like a devil and use my hands around her waist to move her back and forth, fucking her deep and slow. Every movement splashes water around until it’s the smacking of our bodies creating all the noise.
“Feels so good,” she breathes out, each word bouncing out in time with the slap of our flesh.
The tub’s almost empty but I’m absolutely drowning in the pleasure of fucking my girl. Pussy gripping me like a fist. Fuck, I can’t get the right leverage to piston into her as hard as my body demands. But it’s too good to stop and adjust.
“Logan! Oh, I’m…” Her words melt into shrieks of pleasure.
“Fuck!” I bury my face against her neck, groaning as she squeezes my cock so fucking hard. I empty my balls in a rush of cum that leaves me dizzy.
She keeps riding me with slower and slower rocks of her hips, coming down from her climax. Little aftershocks roll through her body. I suck and kiss at the soft skin of her neck, feeling her racing pulse.
Finally, she pulls away, staring at me with a satisfied smile on her reddened lips.
“That was quicker than I planned, chickadee.”
Her eyes gleam. “Oops. We can try again.”
I squeeze her ass as she carefully lifts her body away from mine. Her knees are all red from the hard tub and I stop to rub my thumb over the marks. “Shit.”
“I’m fine.” She glances at the bathroom floor. “There’s a flood out there, though.”
I haul myself up using the metal bar bolted into the wall. “You’ve screwed me into old age,” I tease.
“Aw, poor Rooster.”
I gesture toward the shower. “Let’s rinse off, then I’ll clean this up.”
She scampers over to the shower stall and flicks the water on, waiting a few seconds until it warms.
Her eyelids are drooping by the time I finish rinsing her off. “Let me tuck you in.”
“I’ll help you clean up in here.” Her protest is swallowed in a wide yawn.