Chapter Eleven Keeping it Clean #2
He returned his attention to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth and applying a sharp, rhythmic suction. The combination of the hot water dripping from her body, the cool air on her skin, and the masterful, dirty work of his tongue pushed her over the edge.
“Ohhhhhh! Grandpappy!”
Melody’s back bowed sharply. She cried out, her entire body trembling as a hard, intense climax ripped through her.
Her cunt spasmed wildly, her sweet, clear juices flowing freely against his eager tongue and spilling down his chin into the bath.
She rode out the intense waves of pleasure, her thighs quivering until the final aftershock faded.
Gasping for air, Melody pushed herself up from the edge of the tub. She turned around and slid back down into the steaming water, her chest heaving. She looked at Red, seeing his wet face and the dark lust burning in his eyes. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to return the favor.
She shifted down lower in the water, her blonde hair floating on the surface like a golden halo.
Red’s thick, heavy cock was standing at absolute attention, jutting up through the layer of bubbles.
Melody took his stiff, hot shaft into her hands, using the slickness of the soapy water to glide her palms effortlessly up and down his length.
She leaned forward and took the thick, purple head into her mouth.
She bobbed on him amidst the suds, her lips creating a tight seal.
She sucked him enthusiastically, her tongue swirling around the sensitive slit, drawing a low, guttural groan from deep within his chest. She worked him with an eager rhythm, determined to make him lose control right there in the warm water.
Red’s hips began to buck upward, meeting her mouth with short, urgent thrusts. His breathing grew harsh and ragged. He was right on the precipice, his body tightening like a coiled spring.
But just as he reached the point of no return, Red suddenly reached down. He grabbed Melody firmly by her bare, wet shoulders and hauled her upward, pulling her mouth off his cock with a loud, wet popping sound.
Melody broke the surface, gasping, her blue eyes wide with confusion. "What? I was going to make you cum."
"I know, you love to swallow me," Red growled, his voice rough and demanding. He shifted his position, leaning his broad, scarred back against the slanted marble at his end of the tub. "But I want to be inside you when I do it. Climb on."
Melody didn't need to be told twice. She moved through the water, straddling his waist. The buoyancy of the deep bath made her feel light and weightless, but the intent in Red’s eyes anchored her completely.
She reached down through the bubbles, guiding his thick, rigid cock to her soaking wet entrance.
She sank down onto him in one smooth, continuous motion. Melody let out a sharp, breathless cry as he hilted inside her, the water providing zero resistance as he stretched her completely.
"Yes," she whimpered, her hands dropping to rest on his wet shoulders.
"Ride me, sugar," he encouraged, his hands gripping her slick hips.
Melody began to move. She rose up, the water sluicing off her thighs, and slammed back down onto his thick shaft. The rhythm quickly became frantic and uninhibited. The water sloshed violently over the edges of the tub with every downward thrust, soaking the expensive bathmats on the floor.
Melody rode hard and leaned forward. She pressed her heavy, soapy breasts directly into his face.
Red groaned, a muffled sound of pure appreciation.
He didn't push her away. Instead, he opened his mouth and began licking and sucking eagerly at her slick, wet nipples.
He allowed himself to be completely smothered by her cleavage, his tongue lashing at her sensitive peaks while she rode him relentlessly.
The sensation was exquisite. Melody was filled to the absolute brim, the thick sliding of his cock driving her wild, while his hot mouth worked her breasts.
"Fuck me, Grandpappy," she sobbed, the dirty talk spilling from her lips in a breathless rush. "Fuck your nasty girl. Give me your load. I want it all deep inside me."
The filthy, taboo begging acted like a trigger. Red gripped her wet hips with bruising force. He stopped letting her do all the work and began thrusting upward, his powerful hips meeting her downward slams with a violent, matching intensity.
"Take it!" Red roared, his voice muffled slightly by her wet skin.
He erupted beneath her. Melody felt the sudden, massive swelling of his cock head deep against her backwalls.
He pumped a massive hot load of old sperm straight into her womb. She felt every single thick, throbbing pulse of his release filling her up, the incredible pressure pushing her instantly into her second orgasm of the bath.
Melody threw her head back, her wet hair slapping against her spine.
She wailed in pure ecstasy, her vaginal walls squeezing his spurting shaft in a vise-like grip, milking every last drop of his potent, aged seed from his body.
They stayed locked together, grinding their hips against one another in the splashing water, riding out the simultaneous, explosive peaks until they were both completely drained of energy.
Gradually, their frantic movements slowed to a halt.
The violent sloshing of the water subsided into gentle ripples.
Melody collapsed entirely against his chest, her arms wrapping around his thick neck and her wet tits mashed against his hairy chest. She was completely spent, her breathing coming in short, exhausted pants.
Red wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her secure against him. He rested his chin on the top of her wet head.
They embraced quietly in the slowly cooling tub. The flame of their lust had dwindled for the moment, leaving behind a profound, sweet vulnerability.
Red lifted one hand, gently stroking her soaked blonde hair, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. It was a perfect, quiet conclusion to their anniversary weekend. He was softening, but still inside her cum-filled pussy.
They stayed intertwined in the soapy water for a long time, enjoying the safety of their private sanctuary, while the promise of Dorothy’s visit next week hung in Melody’s thoughts.