Page 52 of Rush

The head of his cock brushed her ass and he stifled a groan. Her pussy was right there and his for the taking.

He took.

Spearing her with his fingers, his thumb found her clit and her head fell back. “Tell me I’m forgiven.”

“You’re forgiven,” she panted as she squirmed against his fingers.

“I’m gonna make you come.”

He received a breathless, “Yes, please,” as he dipped his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.

Her soft moans and whimpers joined the song of the crickets, creating a symphony for his ears and building to a crescendo, ending in a shout of ecstasy. She went limp in his arms and he nibbled up her neck to her lips, capturing them for a kiss.

Then suddenly she slipped away, laughing as she splashed him in the face before quickly swimming toward the overflow spa. Surprised, he was a few seconds slow on the uptake but was soon in hot pursuit and even managed to grab her ankle before it slipped through his fingers, causing her to laugh even more.

“You think you’re funny?” he asked once he had her trapped within the confines of the spa, his smile belying the accusation of his words.

“As funny as you think you are.”

His dick liked her flippant tone, throbbing and begging to get inside her wet heat. He captured her smile with his mouth, parted her thighs and sank himself in to the hilt. His neck snapped back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as pure sensation surged through his body, his cock at the epicenter.

He grabbed fistfuls of her ass, his going taut as he pumped in and out. Fuck she was so tight and felt so fucking good, it was like he’d died and gone to heaven. Unexpected emotion welled in his chest, clogging his throat. Then with one last thrust, he planted himself deep as his orgasm hit and he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, he fell back on the bench seat, bringing Nora with him so she straddled his lap. A feeling of languid intoxication weighed his limbs, but he wasn’t drunk on alcohol, he was drunk on Nora. He ran listless fingers through her hair until they encountered her nape where he pulled her forward for a kiss. Their tongues collided and she started moving over him, his semi perking back to attention as she rode his cock, her pussy milking it for all it was worth.

Tits bouncing at eye level, he couldn’t resist cupping them, burying his face in them and fuck, he didn’t think it possible, but he was on the verge of coming again.

An earth-shattering explosion rocked him and he grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting up to meet her downward plunge.

She collapsed against his chest and his arms came around her holding her close. They were both breathing heavy.

After a full minute, her warm breath tickled his chest as she breathed out, “Wow.”

Even after that full minute, he still didn’t have the brain function to reply with anything more intelligent than, “Fuck yeah.”

He’d had sex. Lots of sex. But nowhere in those times had anything ever come close to what he’d just experienced with Nora.

Brushing a wet lock of hair from her cheek, he gently tucked it behind her ear. “We better get out before we both fall asleep.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad sleeping here. It’s comfortable.” Her words were slurred, a dead giveaway of just how tired she was.

“If we don’t get out, I can’t give you your present.”

Her head popped up from his chest. “You got me a present?”

“Of course.”

“What is it?” She was bright eyed now.

“I’m not going to tell you. We need to get out so I can give it to you.”

She stood from his lap, water sluicing off her body as she got out, his eyes zeroing in on her ass. It was a fucking fine ass.

“Come on,” she said impatiently, wrapping herself with a towel.

Hiding a smile at her excitement, he climbed out and got a towel from the lounger, wrapping it around his waist.

“Can you grab our shoes?” She already had their clothes clutched in her arms.

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