“And you’re bigger. Much, much bigger.”
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d chuckle. But that gesture was so far from my mind and chest and lips because, right now, all I could do was moan.
From how fucking good this felt.
From how narrow her pussy was, fitting so snug around my shaft.
And then there was her wetness, guiding me right in, steering me toward that soft, sensitive end.
My head tilted back, meeting the water. “Addy …”
“Yes.” Her voice was like a song, the word lasting several syllables. “I wish you knew how incredible this feels.”
I met her eyes. “But I do.”
With that, I reared my hips back, going as far as my crown, and stroked in. I didn’t stop at one thrust, nor did I continue with the same speed.
Everything became faster.
Harder.
“Ridge!”
Her pussy was squeezing me from the inside. Pulsing. Beating every time I slammed into her.
And with each plunge, her breathing became more audible, her moaning got louder.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Fuck,” I repeated, but this time even grittier.
She left my shoulders and stretched her arms up the wall, palms flat against the marble. There was nothing for her to hold on to; all she could do was slide during each pump and lower when I bucked back, a constant teeter of motion.
One that was full of friction and my strength.
And she took it, every drive, every rotation of my hips, every grind, ravishing her in a way that was leading us both toward an orgasm.
But hers was coming on faster.
I heard it build each time she screamed, “Yes!” And when she gasped in some air, her pussy clenching in even more. “Don’t stop!”
It would take a fucking miracle to make that happen at this point.
But what I did do was pull her off the wall, bouncing her over my dick as I walked us to the bench and took a seat. The new position had her straddling my waist, her knees on either side of me, her tits right in my face.
“This is where you want me, huh?”
“To get to look at your body, to get to touch every inch of it—yes.” I took a nipple into my mouth, gnawing the end before I demanded, “Now, ride me.” I gave the hard bud a quick flick with my tongue. “I want to come, watching you come.”
She set her feet on the stone and her arms by my neck, and she rose to the highest part of me, circling before she dropped. And while I was fully plunged, she moved her hips forward and back, hitting spots that I hadn’t reached yet tonight.
Spots that rubbed my tip and gripped the sides of my cock, like her pussy was begging for my cum.
“Fuck.” I banged my head against the wall, pounding it to spread some of the pleasure. “Addy … fuck.”
“Your dick …”
“You want it to get you off?”
“Yes.”