I was half-dressed in now-tented sweats, and she was in Seb’s old shirt, but I didn’t want to just lay her limply in a bath full of hot water, and I didn’t want to wake her to undress her. So I just stepped in with her and sunk us both into the bubbly water up to our chests and cradled her back against me.
She moaned and rolled her face into my neck.
“What’s this?” she asked, moving her hips so that her ass rubbed against my very stiff dick.
“You’ve already had enough play for today, Scarlet,” I said, laughing as she bit my jawline. Her hands moved to my waistband and tried to work my sweats off my hips. “Scarlet,” I said in a warning tone.
“If you don’t lift your fucking ass so that I can pull these off of you and slip you inside of me, I’m going to get myself off and just make you watch.”
I groaned at the thought of having to watch as she rubbed herself, her sweet cunt gripping her fingers instead of my dick. No way in hell I was going to let that happen. I quickly lifted my hips, making water slosh over the rim of the tub, as her laughter filled the small room. I let her slide my cock free before gently lifting her a bit to line me up with her slit.
She grabbed me and held me in place as I slipped inside of her slowly, both of us groaning together. She was so hot and wet and tight that I almost lost control and came on the spot. Her pussy gripped my dick like she was born to have me inside of her.
I took a few deep breaths and then began to move my hips in slow circles. The water splashed around us and over the bath, making a mess I couldn’t care about. I gave her clit attention with one hand and rolled one of her nipples with the other. She gasped and let her head fall back on my shoulder. I still remembered every spot she liked to be touched and the rhythm she needed to get off. Her cunt squeezed me with each little thrust inside of her until she was moaning my name and digging her nails into my arms.
“You’re close, baby girl,” I said as I kissed her hair. “Let go for me.” Her moans turned into the sweetest whimpers as she worked her hips as much as she could against me, taking what she needed from me.
Heat spread through my body as I got close to losing it as well. My brain went cloudy, and it was all I could do to hold on and not grip her and rut myself into her until she screamed out in pain.
“Yes, Tristan,” she moaned as her pussy pulsed around my cock, setting off my own orgasm. I felt myself spill into her, electricity sparking through my entire body as I emptied myself into her. We both moaned and twitched together as we came down from our high.
“I swear I didn’t come in here to fuck you,” I said after I had caught my breath. She just laughed.
“You guys are all treating me like a porcelain doll. I’m still the girl I was when you first met me. I’m just a little bruised. It doesn’t mean I don’t want orgasms.” I laughed and kissed her hair.
“Why don’t you let me wash you off in the shower now? I don’t think you want to wash your hair in cum-contaminated bathwater.” I soaked up her laughter like a sponge as I slipped free of her and carried her to the shower. Before we even finished, she was sound asleep once again in my arms, clinging to me like I’d disappear in her sleep.
Never again.