Vegas Baby

It went easier than it had previous times, and I didn’t know if that was because I was learning her and what she liked more and more each time, or because the warm water was helping her relax. Either way, there wasn’t nearly as much pain in her face as she adjusted, taking bit by bit of me until I was buried completely inside of her.

She leaned against me, pregnant belly warm and pressing against my own front. I was reminded that our child was in there, and that just made me want her that much more. It was the best kind of torture to make sure that she was ready for me to move, and I tensed all of my body until I was practically one ball of muscle, until she finally gave me the nod I was waiting for.

I gave a few experimental thrusts at first, water sloshing all around us. When there was no resistance and only cries of pleasure from Nicole, I picked up speed until we were gyrating against each other wildly.

The water splashed up over the edge of the tub, getting everywhere, but neither of us cared. The world was just the two of us, moving against each other in the way only two lovers could. Her skin was glistening, slick to the touch and enticing in every way. My hands gripped her hips, thumbs alternating between stroking the skin there and gripping it tightly. I guided her as we surged against each other, my body electric with sensation.

“God, James,” she cried, her hands reaching out on either side of me to grip the side of the tub. She put all of her weight on me, and it was comforting, reminding me that she was real, and in the moment with me. “I’m so close!”

Good, because I was nearing my edge too. Normally I liked to make her climax at least once before penetration, but we had been in too much of a hurry. I would never let myself orgasm before my partner, so I was grateful we wouldn’t have to take a break where I’d have to get her to the same point I was.

Besides, we could always do a round two later while we towel dried ourselves.

But it was a bit early to start thinking about that. After all, I still had this round to deal with. Even with a few more minutes left in me, I could already tell this was going to be one hell of a finish.

Her hands moved from the tub edge to my shoulders, nails biting into my skin, the pain just amplifying all the pleasure she gave me. I bent my head down in response, lips finding her neck and worshipping the skin there, only taking breaks to occasionally worry at the smooth expanse with my teeth. I could feel myself throbbing within her, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

Grabbing one of her hands, I pulled it down into the sloshing water, planting it where we were joined. She got the idea and I could feel it as her own finger went to work on that sensitive nub that could send her toppling over the edge.

She started fluttering around me, muscles leading up to the part where she would clamp down on me and milk me for all my worth, so I put my free hand to good use. Finding her breasts again, I took her nipple between my fingers and pinched it gently.

“James!”

Ah, there it was. In a cascade of mewling cries, she came undone around me, tightening around my length like the warmest, slickest vice ever created. It took all of my self-control to let her ride out the rest of her orgasm before finally tumbling over the edge myself.

I saw white, desperately gasping as I poured myself into her. All the tension we had built up together faded, melting out into the water and trickling away to go down the drain and be forgotten.

Nicole slumped against me, breathing hard and her heart thundering against her chest. I could feel it though my own ribs, colliding with my own and reminding me of how connected we were.

We sat there for several minutes, the jets still bubbling water around us as if they hadn’t gotten the clue that the heated moment was over and now we were rapidly coming down.

“I…I think the floors probably a bit slippery,” Nicole murmured, looking a bit sheepish in my lap.

“You’re probably right,” I answered, smirking a bit. Examining the room, I reached out for one of the towels hanging on the rack and managed to grab the corner of one and haul it over to us. Slowly, I pulled out of her, mourning the loss of contact, and turned to the edge of the tub.

Carefully, I laid the towel out so it covered from the lip of the tub to the door. There, no slipping or cracked skulls. That would be the worst way to end this night.