“I need to fuck this sweaty pussy.”
He pushes my arms above my head, and I rebel and wrap my hands around his forearms. We fuck with him clutching my shoulders, and me clutching his arms.
Something about the angle is delicious. My clit throbs with every thrust. Inside, I feel so sensitive and full.
I peek my eyes open at Kellan and find his eyes closed in peaceful concentration. His brows draw together, his lips part a little every time he thrusts. His eyes peek open as he pulls out.
“So... damn good, that pussy.”
My eyes drift shut as his thrusts grow harder. He moves one arm to the mattress to support the frenzied pace, while his other hand captures both my wrists. I relax and let him push my arms over my head and press them to the mattress.
I can feel his cock swell in me. His breathing has grown harder, faster. When he presses his face into the crook of my neck, I feel his cock pulse in me, and I come so hard my abs clench and I grunt.
“OH GOD!”
I watch his sweat-glossed back pump with his deep breaths as he hides his face in my neck. His hand around my wrist loosens just enough so I can free one arm and curl my hand around his warm, damp head.
“Kellan—that was so good,” I whisper.
He lifts his head and gives me a dazed smile. “This will be better.”
He looks exhausted, loose-limbed and satiated, but he moves quickly between my legs and drags his tongue between my swollen lips.
“Oh fuck!”
He blows his breath against my fevered skin. He traces the tip of his tongue around my clit, and I come off the bed.
“Kellan!” I grab his head. He licks me gently, so tenderly I’m almost sure I feel his tongue tremble. And then, when I’m thrusting against him, his tongue starts thrashing me. It’s so intense it’s almost painful. He shoves two fingers into me and I scream. “Ohhhh... ohh!” I suck back a huge breath as my orgasm steamrolls me.
I sag back to the mattress, and he draws his fingers out.
When I have the strength to open my eyes again, I find him standing by the bed, holding my robe.
“Come down.”
He holds an arm out, and I use it for balance as I slide off the big bed.
He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He runs some water into the sunken tub and when it’s almost filled, he helps me in. I sink up to my neck in bubbles. The heat seeps into my bones, and I moan. Kellan climbs in after me.
He seats me between his legs, and with his huge erection pressed against my backside, he washes my hair.
“I like your wavy hair,” he murmurs.
I stroke his thigh, tucked around mine. “Thanks.”
I sit still and patient as he wraps my dark locks in a towel. Then he rubs some soap between his palms and kneads my shoulders.
“Ohhhh.” I sag against him, giving in to bliss, but as soon as I do, I feel him twitch against me. I turn around and fold my hands around his cock.
“I want to suck it—please.” I look into his eyes and smile. “May I?”
He drags his thumb over my cheek and then eases himself out of the water, so he’s sitting on the tub’s stone ledge. His cock juts up and out. Bubbles drip down it, collecting on his balls. I wipe the bubbles off and suck the head of him into my mouth, teasing him with my cheeks and tongue while my hands caress his shaft.
One hand wanders down to his balls. They’re heavy and taut. I cup them and roll them gently, and take a little more of him into my throat: so deep now, I have to concentrate to breathe.
His hand rests gently on my hair. I look up and find his head is tilted back. His lips are slightly parted. His eyes are closed. I can feel the tension in his hips. The way his abs are clenched.
I suck my cheeks against him, and at the same time, I swallow him deeper into m