He groans as if he disapproves of my defiance, but I can hear the heat in that wordless sound. Without warning, he reaches down into the water and between my spread thighs. His finger invades me, pushing deep into the tightness of my channel. I’m wet and ready, but the sudden pressure of one finger, then another, wrings a gasp from my throat.
His thumb circles my clit, making me writhe and dance on his hand. I can’t help the wanton movements of my body. I can’t curb the jagged little cries that spill out of my mouth as he drives me wild with his touch. I am lost to it, blissfully at his mercy—my favorite state of being.
Behind the blindfold covering my eyes, my vision spins as an intense orgasm begins to swell. I am transported, surrendered. Utterly at his mercy.
“You like that,” he rasps thickly. “You like my fingers taking you to the edge.”
“Yes.” I squirm in his grasp, trying to work him deeper, harder. “God, Nick . . . don’t you know? I’m at the edge every time you touch me.”
“Good.” His free hand catches my nape and he pulls me to him for a long, slow kiss. “Tonight I’m taking you all the way over the edge.”
I don’t know what he means until I feel his touch readjust between my legs, his fingers moving from the slick folds of my sex to the cleft of my ass. He kisses me again, and as I melt under the passion of his mouth and tongue on mine, his finger pushes into the tight entrance of my anus.
I gasp at the sensation of being stretched open for him. His thumb teases my clit as he seats me even deeper, making me pant and shiver with the ferocity of the pleasure he’s giving me. He fucks my ass with his finger, each thrusting penetration rocking me, every brush of my swollen clit driving me higher, leaving me shaking with the need for release.
It’s too much for me to bear. My eyes water with the intensity of sensation and I come violently, shuddering and quaking, crying his name.
As soon as I do, Nick hauls me against him. He pulls off my blindfold and stares into my tear-filled gaze. “No barriers between us, Avery. That’s what you promised me. That’s what I demanded of you from the beginning.”
I nod, unable to form words when every fiber of my being is still vibrating with pleasure and the need for more. When it comes to Nick, I need everything. I want it all.
His big cock is gloriously erect, jutting up between us in the water. I’ve been on the pill since I had my first period at fifteen. And after four months together, I know we’re both clean and healthy.
I reach up to stroke his handsome face. “No barriers tonight, Nick.”
As I say it, I lower my hand and take his shaft into my grasp. He glances at me in question but doesn’t stop me when I guide him between my legs and settle the head of his penis at my body’s entrance. I press down on him, taking him inside me inch by inch.
As incredible as our sex has been from the start, nothing has prepared me for the sensation of having Nick enter me like this, skin on skin, flesh to flesh.
“Jesus,” he hisses, letting out a deep, jagged sigh as I seat myself onto him all the way to the root. “You’re scorching hot inside. So fucking tight. So wet.”
Despite all of the times I’ve had him inside me, this is the most intimate of all. His gaze locked on mine, nothing to separate us. No barriers in this moment. No bounds to our passion.
“Avery . . .” He tilts his head back as if the pleasure is too much. “Ah, Christ.”
His hands clamp down on my hips as I begin to move slowly atop him, my small muscles gripping the naked hardness of his cock. He is large and thick, almost more than I can bear at this angle, but I revel in how completely he fills me. I want even more.
His gaze comes back to me now, stormy with desire. “Take me deeper, baby,” he coaxes, his voice like gravel and dark as sin. “Take it all. Your pussy makes me so fucking hard.”
His pelvis bucks beneath me as I ride him, an involuntary thrust that betrays the threadbare state of his control. I love that I can do this to him. It’s only fair, considering how easily he can strip away mine.
Holding on to his shoulders, I rock up and down on his erection. Each slick friction of our bodies makes the coil of need in me twist tighter. Nick’s hands move up my sides, skimming over my ribs and onto my bare breasts. I moan as he kneads the sensitive mounds. When he rolls my nipples between his fingers, then bends to take one of them roughly into his mouth, I cry out, feeling the erotic suction all the way to my core.
Quivering, undulating on his hips, I increase my tempo in time with my need. I want to prolong the feeling, stave off the climax that’s rolling up on me too quickly as the head of his cock touches somewhere deeper than he’s ever been before. My inner walls stretch to accommodate even more of him as his shaft grows thicker, harder with each driving clash of our bodies.
“Oh, God, Nick!”
He lifts his head from my breasts, his face taut and intense. “I know, baby. Let it go. I want to feel you break apart on me, all around me. I want to feel you come now.”
I shake my head, desperate to make it last. But Nick shows me no mercy. As if to prove to me that my pleasure is his to control, his thrusts deepen, filling me to the limit . . . then ruthlessly, deliciously past it.
His hands clutch my backside, moving me on his cock to the rhythm he has determined. He owns my body, just as he owns my heart. I surrender both to him as he powers into me. As I rise up to take the full measure of his plunging thrusts, his hands part the cheeks of my ass. His slick, soapy fingers slide into the valley between, stroking my anus, teasing the tight entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, knowing it will do me in if he touches me there again, yet craving the possession. “I want you, Nick. I want you to take it. I want you to take all of me.”
Dark heat flares in his eyes. He leans back, lowering himself into the water and dragging me onto him. Then he drives home with deep thrusts that have me gasping, whimpering in need. His finger enters my ass, and it’s almost too much for me to hold back. I moan at the sensual invasion, while the bliss of his naked cock sliding in and out me builds to an ecstasy too intense, too powerful to be contained.
I feel him swelling to even greater girth inside me, each hard stroke taking both of us to the razor’s edge of release. I’m the one who tumbles first. My sex constricts around him and a wave of sensation ripples through every fiber of my being. I cry his name, shattering, just as he intended.