Chapter 45 Riding the waves
FORTY-FIVE
Riding the waves
REED
Lila’s sultry whimpers have left me ravenous. I want to taste every last inch of this woman. She’s a fucking delicacy fit for a king.
And she’s all mine.
Keeping between my legs, she spins to face me and rises to her knees.
My mouth waters at the sight of her. Tits on full display, shiny from the water and adorned with melting bubbles.
Glossy lips. The wet ends of her hair cling to her shoulders.
And those fucking eyes, warm with afterglow and utterly captivating.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
I’m such a lucky son of a bitch.
Her cheeks blush, and it’s clear from the batting eyelashes and lip nibble that it isn’t only from the orgasm or the warm water. “You aren’t the only one with a fantasy. I have one too.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
She looks away, her teeth dragging across her lower lip. “Would you like to hear it?”
“No,” I deadpan.
My sarcasm yields the outcome I hoped for.
Her fiery side flourishes, and she skewers me with her glare. And there she is. My little Care Bear with her claws out.
“Fine.” She shrugs, her breasts jostling from the movement. “I guess I’ll have to find someone else who wants to hear about it.”
My spine jerks off the tub wall, bringing me upright so we’re nose to nose. “Say that again and see what happens.”
She slips her arms around my shoulders, climbs on my lap, and straddles me. “I’ll do no such thing. You heard me the first time.” Her smirk goes straight to my balls. “However, it’s adorable how you think you can tell me what to do.”
“Oh, I see you want to live dangerously tonight.” I surround her with my arms, caging her in, and swoop down to squeeze the plump curves of her ass. “Don’t make me smack this.”
Without flinching, she fires back, “What if that’s my fantasy?”
I drop the offended, jealous caveman act in favor of sating my curiosity. “Really?”
She rubs the tip of her nose against mine, and her pussy grazes my erection. “That wasn’t what I was planning to say, but since you brought it up, we could probably put it on the list.”
“There’s a list? Other than for birds?”
Her subdued giggle makes her nipples rub my chest, sending another surge of arousal through my cock. It throbs, pulsing against her.
Lila’s eyes dance with mischievousness. “We could make one. What should we call it?”
I toss out the first thing that comes to mind. “Instead of life list, maybe love list? Or lust list?”
“If there isn’t an app for that, it’s a missed opportunity.”
“Enough. What’s your fantasy, cookie?”
“Oh, you care now?” she teases, screwing her mouth to one side to feign confusion. “I could have sworn you didn’t want to know.”
I dig my fingertips harder into her ass cheeks, and husk out, “Quit stalling.”
“Well, since you changed your mind, I suppose I can tell you.” Her bravado falters, making that shy blush return. “This is something I’ve never done, which is embarrassing, considering my age.”
Responding on instinct to her apprehension, I pull her close. “I promise I won’t judge you.”
“Well, I’ve never given . . . um.” She slams her mouth and eyes shut, making the skin at her temples and cheeks crinkle. “A blow job. I’ve never done that. And I really want to give you one.”
At the end of her sentence, her tone pitched upward as if she had more to say. Rather than jump in, I wait her out, keeping my face lax so she doesn’t sense any judgment.
While I was expecting something a bit wilder, I don’t want her to ever feel insecure around me. Regardless of how calm I appear, I’m reeling on the inside. I fucking love that I’ll be her first for that too.
She forces down a swallow, then peeks at me with just one eye. “That’s not all, though.”
“Go on.”
Her other eye opens. “Okay, so for the first part, I want you to like . . . talk me through it. With specifics. What you enjoy and all that. So I can please you. I want it to be good. And I think a lesson would be kind of sexy.”
My head lolls around my shoulders, eyes rolling back from the tempting image she’s painted. “Absolutely yes. Fuck yes. A million times yes. Where do I sign?”
She kisses me, just a little appreciative peck.
“And second?” asks the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
“After the lesson, I want it to be a little intense. Almost rough. Perhaps I’m in your handcuffs.” Her eyelashes flutter as she fights her shyness. “I guess I have a picture in my head of how it would be.”
Jesus Leonardo Fucking Christ. She’s trying to kill me. There’s only so much blood that my dick can handle at one time.
“Rough could mean many different things.” My voice comes out gruffer than usual. And it was already taking on a smoker’s rasp when she teased me about telling her fantasies to someone else. “Can you be more specific?”
“Another time. I think that’s enough sharing for now.”
She tries to retreat, but I tighten my grip to keep her in place. Not to control her. I simply want her to feel wanted, no matter what she says. And I’m damn sure not going to let her fears or nervousness pull her away from my love.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to explain it now, but we can’t do that part until you’re clear with me.”
“Understood.” She sucks both her lips into her mouth, her tongue sneaking out to swipe at them nervously. “Can we do the lesson tonight when we get out of the tub?”
My eyes catch on the sharp rise and fall of her breasts, moving in concert with her racing breathing. I love how she’s getting hot from the idea of giving me head almost as much as I love this view.
She could have had the most depraved fantasy, and I’d bring it to life for her. But this one? So simple and innocent. I’d never deny her. Her fantasies are mine.
She taps the underside of my chin gently. “Hey, I’m up here, big guy.”
Cheeky vixen.
Leaning forward, I close the scant space separating our upper bodies. I fucking kiss this precious woman like my life depends on it. And maybe it does. Because without her, I don’t see how I could go on.
Before Lila, I wasn’t alive. I was a facsimile of a man, going through the motions.
With Lila, my lungs inhale fresh air for the first time. I can’t imagine ever breathing again without her near. She’s the sunlight and oxygen, giving me life.
Every breath with her is sweet. Every brush of her skin is fire. And with every passing second, I love her more.
It’s happening so fast. Consciously, I realize that. I’m not a fool. But I don’t fucking care if it’s fast. It’s right. And it always has been.
Because it’s always been her.
It’s possible I’ve always been in love with her. Even when I didn’t realize it or foolishly denied it.
Without retreating from her mouth, I answer her earlier question. As I speak, our lips caress with each word. “Yes, cookie. I’d love to teach you how to suck my cock. But first, I want to fuck you in this tub.”
“Right now?” She shimmies backward, reaching for my dick without waiting for a response. “If you insist.” She gives it a couple of firm strokes, and her eyes flash with approval. “Wow. You’re very hard. Is it always like this? How haven’t I noticed?”
I grin salaciously, my gaze traveling down our bodies to where she lines up my tip with her entrance. Thank fuck most of the bubbles have dissipated.
This view is exquisite.
“Cookie, I think visualizing your fantasy redirected every ounce of blood to my dick. Even more than usual.”
She releases my rigid length, allowing her pussy to keep me in place as she sinks onto me. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes lazily roll back. “Oh, god. That’s so good.”
A rumble resonates from the depths of my chest when I bottom out inside her. We never break our stare. Not even when I pin our chests together with all my might. I need to feel her everywhere.
Lila moves her hips tentatively at first, testing out the position.
The buoyancy from the water takes some getting used to for both of us.
Her every adjustment is heaven, so I make no move to guide or rush her.
She can experiment on me all night for all I care.
As long as she’s in my arms, I’m happy. And since I’m inside her body, I’m over the fucking moon.
It doesn’t take long until she perfects the motion, grinding and undulating on me with ease. Her lush body slides against mine, making the water lap against us in ever-swelling waves.
Even when our strokes get frantic, our upper bodies don’t separate. Our arms are steel chains, locking us in place.
Faster and harder, she works me in and out of her decadent pussy.
No hesitation. No shyness.
She’s all desire and need, bouncing us between the lines of fucking and making love.
There’s no better place to be.
I’m reminded of how confident she became this morning on the couch when she took control. I sense the same assuredness building in her again. However, neither of us is battling for dominance this time.
We’re in perfect harmony.
As if directed by one mind, we simultaneously tilt our faces to angle for a kiss. She opens for me, inviting my tongue to taste and claim her.
I’ll never get enough of kissing her. Touching her. Fucking her.
Loving her.
As the kiss deepens, her erotic moans and whimpers turn me feral as I swallow them down.
I almost go blind from the pleasure when she starts rolling her hips in tantalizing circles. One of my hands starts sliding down her back errantly, allowing our chests to separate by a fraction of an inch.
Her pussy feels so damn good that I lost my grip. And possibly my mind.
I don’t care.
As long as she keeps circling her hips that way, nothing else matters.
“Oh, fuck, Lila. Keep doing that.”
My roaming hand seems to know where it’s going, heading straight to her hip. Her muscles flex under the soft cushion of her skin while she rides me like mad. Unable to resist, I drift my palm lower and squeeze her ass with a biting grip.
“Squeeze it harder,” she begs. “Make it hurt.”
Fucking hell. That ass will be the death of me.