Page 109 of Sin With Me
"Fuck, Delly..." I groan out her name, the feeling of being inside her so overwhelming, I forget to breathe.
"Can I move now?" she asks, holding onto my shoulders for leverage.
"God, yes."
The water around us splashes, spilling over the top ledge, and making a mess, but I don't have it in me to care. Delilah—my wife—feels so fucking good, I can't believe I've gone this long without her.
I grip her waist, helping her slide up and down my length, and as her tits bounce in my face, I lean in and taste them.
"It's so good," she whimpers, resting her forehead on mine. "Does it feel okay for you?"
Wrapping my hand behind her neck, I pull her lips closer. "You have no idea, baby."
It's a tight fit, in the tub and in her pussy, but I've never felt this type of high. Not even when I cut to release the pain and was close to passing out.
This isn't even comparable.
I shift her slightly so I can reach between us and thumb her clit. She continues riding me until she squeezes her eyes, throws her head back, and moans out her release—looking like the golden goddess as her wet hair splashes around us.
"You look so beautiful when you come," I tell her, teasing one of her nipples with my tongue. "I'm so close...but you feel too good. I don't wanna stop."
"Come inside me," she begs, and that's all it takes.
Arching my hips, I thrust a few more times before spilling inside her, filling her so full, I know she's going to leak the moment she stands.
"Fuck..." I bellow, leaning back against the tub, pulling her with me so her chest collides with mine. "That was a first for me."
"First what?" she asks, her chest rapidly moving as she resrts her head on my shoulder.
"First time without a condom. First time in a bathtub. First time feelin' this way."
"What way is that?" Her soft voice tells me she was hesitant to ask, but I'm glad she did.
It's hard to put into words, and I don't want to scare her away with the L word so quickly, but I want her to know how special this was and how special she is to me.
"For me, sex has always been physical—gettin' that euphoric feelin' and makin' sure my partner was satisfied. But once it was over, there was no desire for closeness. No emotions attached. But with you, I knew it'd be different. And it is. I've never hadthis fear of losin' someone or somethin' because no one and nothing's ever meant enough to be scared that I could somehow be without it. But when it comes to you, I'm terrified."
Delilah cups my cheeks, looks into my eyes, and then presses her soft lips to mine. I hold her against me like the lifeline she's always been.
"No one's ever expressed carin' about me that way," she whispers. "I hope you know I feel the same way. Even when I tried not to, you were always in the back of my mind. I never stopped thinkin' about you."
"Good...then let's hope it stays that way because now that I know what it feels to be inside you, there's no goin' back."
"Those piercings really do make a difference," she says, her cheeks flushing with heat.
I shake my head with laughter. "Just wait until I bend you over and hit even deeper."
"I don't think that's possible." She gives me a weary look.
"Oh, don't underestimate me." I play with the wet strands of her hair, brushing it behind her ear. "You'll be feelin' me in your throat by the time I sink into you."
"That's anatomically impossible, but I look forward to you provin' me wrong."
"You're such a smart-ass." I chuckle, pressing my lips to hers again because I can't stop tasting them.
"Who do you think I learned it from?" she murmurs, smirking against my mouth.
Wrapping my hand around her body, I slide down to her ass and give it a firm squeeze. “’Bout to teach you a lot more than that.”
