“Gwen…”
I look up at his face, so starkly beautiful, so dazed with lust. I squeeze the base of his cock. “I want you inside me, Barrett.”
He makes a low, hoarse sound. Then he pulls me close and guides me as we get down in the bottom of the tub: him lying on his back, me straddling his hips. He lifts his knees. I feel the plump head of him pressed against my crack.
I reach around behind myself and grab him just under his head. I move so that I’m crouching over him instead of kneeling. My legs shake as I rub his head against myself, loving the warm, slick pressure of him gliding against my lips, then pushing at my core.
When he’s thrusting into my hand, grunting and grabbing at my hips, I lift my ass, position him so he can drive straight home, and sink down on him, moaning as I’m filled beyond the point of pleasure, my ass kissing his balls. Having him so deep inside me makes my legs feel weak. Makes me moan and sigh and cry out.
Barrett moans, too.
Without lifting my hips, I thrust against him, pushing him into me and holding. Then I wiggle up and off him, reaching down to hold his shaft with only his head penetrating me for a minute. I sink down slowly.
“Fuck…”
When he’s so deep, and I’m so tightly spread it’s almost painful, I draw a shaky breath and grind against him, rolling my hips as if I’m doing a hula hoop. Barrett’s hips lift under me.
“Oh, God…” he moans. “Fuck.”
His big hands grab my hips and hold me to him. He rolls his hips, too, so I can feel his head probe deep inside me, kissing my G-spot. I gasp as my core constricts around him. Or maybe he swells. All I know is it gets tighter. I’m seeing stars and panting like some kind of animal.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.
I clench around him, rise slowly up, then center him and sink back down again. It feels so good—God, every time! My back arches. I make this grunting sound that would embarrass me…but I’m so full of him, there’s nothing I can do. He’s breathing harder now, faster. I shut my eyes and feel him lift me slightly off him. I grip his thighs as he lets go of me, so I’m impaled with his dick.
“Aghhh!”
“God—that sounds so fucking sexy. You’re so beautiful.”
My greedy hands stroke his lower belly, my fingers skating down his happy trail and toward where we’re joined.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps.
I slide my hand toward myself, feeling my swollen lips, my dripping pussy, and the steel girth of him, hard and thick, spreading me open.
I’ve never felt anything so hot in all my life.
“Oh, Lord…” I lean back on instinct, exposing the base of him so I can grind my clit against it. As if he can hear my thoughts, his fingers part my swollen pussy lips. He finds my clit and rubs.
It’s just the barest touch—but his finger is calloused. As he touches me, he thrusts, bouncing me atop him so I feel every inch of his stiff, thick, swollen dick, even down to when it pulses slightly.
I reach back and find his balls and watch his face come undone: lips parted, his eyes rolling. I see him moan. He strokes my clit. I cup his balls. I manage to rise off him one more time before his finger makes me burst.
I’ve never felt my pussy go so crazy on a dick. I clench and pulse around him. Barrett groans as he explodes inside me. I can feel the warmth, the blissful fullness of him as he comes.
Barrett groans again and pulls me down atop his chest.
“This feels perfect…”
His hand cups my cheek against his chest.
“You’re perfect.” I can feel his lips against my hair. “I didn’t hurt you?” he asks.
“No.” I give a giddy laugh. “Hell, no.”
His legs hug my lower body. I stroke his forehead.
“Let’s get out. This tub is so hard…”