Stacy Vs. SEAL

putting down my toothbrush after rinsing it and he just picks me up!

"Drop that," he says in a firm but playful voice. I let the toothbrush fall onto the counter, and he rushes us over to bath, which he places me inside. The warm water slides over me like a hug locking me in from the air around me. It soothes every bit of tension that might have tried to enter my body.

Sanders turns off the faucet and climbs inside the tub behind me.

I wiggle my ass on his cock, which is rock hard and pressing against my ass.

I lift my ass up in the air, out of the water. His cock jumps up out of the water and he has barely moved. Seriously, I didn't know cocks came this big. I slide down on it. The bathwater isn't exactly great lube, but that doesn't matter. My pussy is slick and wet already from how much I want him. The sight of Sanders, the thought of him? Well, let's just say laundry sure piles up if I don't stay naked. Of course, Sanders prefers me that way, too, so unless I am heading off to work or have just got home from work, I save myself the laundry battle by going naked.

His cock entering my pussy wakes me up deeply, sensually. As I slide down on him, his arms pull me down against him and wind around me. Sanders holds me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him. His cock bottoms out, and I'm sitting flat against him with his cock so deep inside of me I actually swallow to see if I can taste him.

Okay, that's dramatic, but I do. I feel my pussy stretching, my inner walls accommodating him. It feels like my pussy is made to take his cock. He fits every groove within me so perfectly. Our bodies interlock in the most soul-satisfying way that for a moment I just breathe, inhale, exhale, and feel what it feels like to have him buried inside me. Impaling me so deeply. His hands are all over my body...and then one hand goes to my clit. The other wraps around my waist while he shakes the tub to fuck me.

Out of nowhere, there's a hurricane in this bathroom! He fucks so deep and so fast into my pussy that my vision is blurred and the pressure inside me burns with my need.

My breasts are hitting the surface of the water as I bounce up and down on his cock.

"Hurricane Sanders has so much energy before breakfast," I say with a giggle. My words come out almost staccato with the pace he's fucking me, but I get my words across.

Sanders laughs. "I will never get enough of you," he says, gliding his tongue over my ear. Despite how hard he's fucking me, that tiny press of his tongue to my skin makes me shiver.

Suddenly that pressure within me is even stronger. I'm set off and I pull my hands to my breasts, rubbing my nipples and squeezing my breasts while he pumps into me.

"I love watching you, Stacy, touching your body while I fuck you," Sanders purrs against my skin. He nibbles on my neck and picks up the pace on my clit.

My breathing hitches in my throat, trying to keep up with the mounting pressure of how hard and deep Sanders is fucking me. He hits places deep within me I didn't know a cock could stroke. I don't know if I could take this intense of a fucking if it wasn't for how tight his hold is on me. My head is falling back and I'm trembling against him.

I lean forward and press my knees into the tub. I don't know if you can call it a second wind -- maybe this is my first one since I woke up so recently -- but I wanted to press my ass back against him and ride that dick from behind. It feels good, sliding back against him in the water.

But the water isn't staying warm and now my arms start to shiver even as I keep backing up on Sanders's cock.

He pulls me off his cock, out of the water, and to the floor. Yes, the floor. Sanders saw my shiver and knew it from the shivers I get from the orgasm he gives me. He lies down on the floor and pulls me over him, trailing fingers down the small of my back while I ride him, facing away. Sometimes I think that the man can read my mind.

Pressing my palms to the tile between his thighs, I get the leverage I need and I take his cock as hard and fast and I can, riding him for round two. Today I've got a lot more energy and renewed vigor, despite how wet we are. The ungiving floor makes it so that his cock is fucking me like it is impaling me. There's no mercy in this, and my pussy is already starting to squeeze around Sanders's cock. I don't want to come yet, though, so I let myself teeter on the edge of that pleasure and the pressure building within me.

"Fuck," Sanders groans. "I can't take this anymore, I wanna come on that sexy ass you let me fuck last night, then I wanna drag you over to that wall and fuck you some more." He wraps his arm around my stomach. He is telling me what he wants while he is going after it. But I certainly don't want to complain. We stand together and I feel hot ropes of cum shooting onto my ass. I'm going to leave a very interesting spot on the wall after I come on his cock with his cum all over my ass. "Want you to come while I'm looking into your eyes, Stacy." His words are low and throaty. Sanders needs me in such a feral, primal way that it makes me feel like the only other person in the world.

"You liked fucking my ass, huh?" I ask. I didn't even ask yesterday and just went for it. He knows exactly where I learned that bedroom strategy!

Carting us off to the wall, Sanders laughs. Pressing me into the wall and sliding his sticky-headed cock into my pussy again, he looks me deep in the eyes, narrowing his own. "Your tight ass, just shoving my cock up your ass while you look at me, while you're coming? Yeah, I fucking liked that. Liked that a lot, Stacy." I like the way my name sounds coming from his mouth.

"It is good to know," I exhale, trying to speak but my orgasm is bubbling up inside of me and stealing my words, stealing my thoughts. I manage to finish my sentence. "Good to know that I can surprise you. You surprise me every day," I tell him. I see the love in his gaze and I wrap my arms around his neck. I want to kiss him but I can barely breathe.

Sanders kisses my forehead. "Come for me, baby," he says pulling back and watching me come. Sanders has made me come so many times, but right now the way he's watching me and I'm staring into his eyes...I have never felt more naked. Or more alive. Or more wanted. I love him so damn much. I know you know that, and he does too, but I will never get tired of telling him that or thinking that.

When I think about everything Sanders has gone through, I'm grateful to be in his arms. Be in his life. Be in his heart.

"You're my hero," I tell him, feeling a little stupid as soon as I say it out loud. I hadn't meant to actually say those words.

"Stacy, you're mine. You made me believe I could have something. Made me work for it. Made me undo all the things in my life that would prevent me from being your man. I am honored to be your hero," Sanders says.

His tongue slides over the seam of my mouth. I tremble, my lips parting to take him in for a soft and delicate kiss that gets more and more passionate by the second.

Sanders moans into my mouth and I feel his cum jetting inside of me. Wrapping my legs around him to take everything he has, I taste his moans in my mouth. The sound of Sanders, the taste of him, every hard part of his body overtaking me, it feels so good I'm dizzy.

Well, that and I'm hungry.

My belly says that it is breakfast time. I feel the rumble.