39. Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Raif
S he feels so good on top of him like this. Her body is soft and warm against him, even through the water. She slides against him, rubbing her ass into his dick, and the wet slide of them together is delicious.
He wants to touch her all over, so he does.
He kisses her neck and slides his hands from her shoulders downward.
Her breasts bob a little in the water, and he cups them, pulling the nipples into hard peaks.
Her head is on his shoulder, and her eyes are closed.
He’d think she was totally relaxed except for the way she’s letting out little pants and squeezing his thigh with one hand.
He keeps one hand on her nipple, pulling, twisting, pinching , and lets the other drift downward. He traces lazy patterns on her abdomen, over her hip, and down one thigh. She spreads her legs open wider in the bath, but he ignores it in favor of just touching her skin.
The bubbles have died down, and he can look through the water and see her body spread out before him. Her hips curve away from her slim waist, and her thick thighs lie on top of his.
When he brings his one hand up the inside of her thigh, he feels her body tense in anticipation. He skirts away from her pussy at the last second, and she whines.
“Patience, baby.”
He releases her nipple and runs both hands up and down her sides.
He feels her relax back down against him.
His hands slide over her abdomen, back to her breasts, back down to her thighs.
Stroking her everywhere except her sex. When he gets close to it, she stiffens and opens her legs wider, pressing them against the porcelain of the tub.
But he skirts around, not touching her there, teasing her.
Her breathing has sped up, and he kisses her cheek, throat, and shoulder.
Anywhere he can reach with his mouth as she relaxes against him.
He knows she said she wanted to take care of him, but really, he prefers being able to bring her pleasure.
He can come untouched just from watching her, that’s how much he enjoys it.
“Please, Raif.”
“What do you want, baby? Want me to touch you here?”
He pulls on a nipple, squeezing it tightly till she bucks up under his hand.
“Or here?”
He slides a hand down to her abdomen and another on her hip.
“Raif, please.”
Her eyes are squeezed tight, and he wonders how close she is just from this.
“Here, baby?”
He runs his hands up and down her thighs, always going up her inner thighs to veer away at the last moment.
He can feel her trembling against him.
With a kiss to her jaw, he slides his one hand to her slit, sliding his finger in slowly.
Her breath stutters in her throat.
“Here, baby? Is this what you want? Want me to touch you here?”
He punctuates his question by sliding in a second finger and running it up and down her slit.
“More Raif, please.”
She grips his legs tightly with both hands. He rubs one hand on her thigh, gentling her, and the other explores her sex.
The water makes everything glide around easily. He finds her swollen nub and circles it. He goes slow, just exploring her with his fingers. She’s taught but still relaxed against him, and he wants to make her come this way, lying back against his chest with her legs spread open wide.
When he gets to her hole, she whines and squirms a little.
“What’s the matter, baby? Want me to touch you here instead?” He moves his fingers back to her clit and rubs in a circle.
“Just like that, Raif.”
He takes away his fingers, moving back to her opening and circles it, not pressing in, just rubbing the outside.
“I want you to come like this, just from me inside you.”
“I don’t think I can. I’ve never...not just from that alone.”
“Let me try, baby.”
She nods against his shoulder, and he slides one finger in. Even in the bath, he can feel how wet she is inside, wet and warm. He moves it slowly in and out till she’s rocking against him.
“More Raif, please.”
He shushes her and places a second finger at her opening. Rubbing it around before sliding it in against the first. She’s tight, so tight, and he wonders how she will feel against his cock.
He moves in and out, keeping his palm away from her clit. He’s serious that he wants her to come on his fingers. He wants her relaxed enough that she lets herself experience all the pleasure he can bring her.
As his first two fingers work inside her, he brings his third finger, his ring finger, to her entrance. Rubbing gently before starting to push in. She tenses up.
“You okay?”
“I don’t know if any more will fit,” she whimpers as he continues to move two fingers in and out of her.
“My cock is bigger than two fingers, baby. You don’t have to take a third if you don’t want to. I can make you come like this.”
She hums, letting out little moans and breathless whines, still relaxed against him.
“Do it, I want more. I want to be able to take you, all of you. Give me more, please.”
With a kiss to her temple, he brings the third finger back to her opening, rubbing till she relaxes enough for him to slip his finger tip in. She’s so fucking tight, and maybe she’s right, maybe three fingers won’t fit. Maybe his cock won’t fit.
She takes a deep breath, and he feels her relax even more around his fingers. He slips his third finger all the way in, moving them in and out lazily. She’s rocking down on them slightly, and he strokes her thigh with his other hand.
“Ready, baby?”
He sees her crease her brows a little with her eyes closed, and she opens her mouth to speak. Before she can, he curls his finger, hitting the fleshy spot inside her, and starts thrusting in and out fast and hard.
Her mouth drops open wide, and no sounds come out.
He hits her G-spot again and again, stroking it with all three fingers.
He can feel her getting wetter, even through the bath water.
She scrabbles at his thighs, nails digging in.
Choked off moans escape her. He speeds up his hand, crooking his fingers harder to milk her G-spot.
Then she’s coming, her body seizes up. Lifts off of his chest, and he has to throw an arm around her abdomen to hold her down.
She’s silent except for her breathing as the orgasm wracks her body.
She keeps going and going, and he keeps up the speed and pressure inside her.
Seconds go by, and she’s still tight as a bow.
Finally, she moans, loud and high as she pushes her body down onto his fingers.
At the thirty-second mark, he picks up speed with his fingers, and her body tightens even more.
Her orgasm is the longest he’s ever seen.
When she starts to relax her body, he slows his strokes inside her till he’s just lazily fucking his fingers in and out.