I don’t mind. I like being tested. I continue sucking her nipples, and she groans, tipping her head back, bathed in pleasure.
After a while, I need a change. If we carry on like this, I’m going to finish before we even get properly started. I want to spend hell of a lot more time exploring her body.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” I say, and my voice sounds throaty.
She stops and looks at me with smoldering eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and her eagerness is plain on her face.
She climbs carefully off me and turns, leaning on the edge of the tub. She looks over her shoulder at me, and she’s sexy as fuck. She wiggles her ass, inviting me. A smile plays over her lips.
She’s fucking hot, and she knows it. She knows that she turns me on. I wonder if I’m really the one in control, after all.
I kneel behind her and position myself. I rub my head over her ass, holding my cock at the base. She has a perfect ass, round and beautiful, and it’s pure pleasure to be able to claim her the way I am now.
I find her entrance with my other hand and guide my cock to her pussy. With one hand on her back and the other still at the base of my cock, I slide into her. She moans, and her ass cheeks rest against my hips.
It’s enough to make we want to come so fucking hard right away, but I restrain myself. I want her hard and fast. I want her every way I can get it.
I start nailing her from behind and pound into her. Dana braces herself against the edge of the tub, and she cries out freely, making noises that are purely sexual in nature. She’s a lot louder than she was before.
I lose myself in fucking her. Her body pulls me in deeper, and her ass cushions my onslaughts. My balls slap against her pussy, and I know she can feel it. She pushes her knees wider. I wonder if I’m grazing her clit when I pump into her and my balls slap her again and again.
My hands are on her hips, and I run one up her spine and back down. Her back is stunning. Her flawless skin and muscles are feminine but present, rippling under her skin as she grinds my cock and presses back against me.
I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. I don’t want to come yet, but I don’t want to stop, either. I want to keep pushing until I can barely stand it anymore.
I pump harder and harder, fucking her as hard as I’ve fantasized about, taking my lust out on her. She cries out, her moans getting louder and louder. I hold onto her hips to keep her steady.
“God, Dana,” I bite out. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about tearing your pussy apart like this.”
She moans when I talk dirty to her, and I smile. She looks innocent when you don’t know her better, but she’s fucking wild, and I feel like this is just the tip of the iceberg.
I keep fucking her, slamming into her. She’s dipping lower and lower, hanging over the edge of the tub, splaying herself open for me to see her most secret parts. She’s not just limp, letting me pound her, though. She moves her hips, pushing her ass up against me to meet every stroke. After a moment, I realize her hands are on her own breasts. She’s massaging her tits, tugging at her nipples and moaning, giving herself pleasure while I’m doing the same.
The thought of her taking control of her own pleasure like that just makes me that much hotter. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her. Her walls clench my shaft, and her slick pussy slides over me again and again. I slap her ass, just hard enough for it to make a sound but not to hurt. She yelps, and it’s sexy as hell. I do it again, twice more, before I massage her ass and squeeze it instead.
This has to be my favorite position with her. We haven’t nearly explored enough of them. Although, we’ll get there if I can help it. But so far, this is the one that I’ve thought about the most. With Dana helpless and at my mercy, her ass exposed, her pussy clenching, and her lips crying my name. This is exactly what I want.
I slow down my pace a little to catch my breath and give her a moment. She pushes herself up so that she’s standing on her knees, her back against my chest. I reach around and massage her breasts.
I take her hand and put it on one of her breasts, encouraging her to keep touching herself. With my other hand, I slide down her body, and my fingers find her clit. I rub it, listening to her breath hitch in her throat, listening to her eagerness, and getting more and more aroused by it. I love having her at my fingertips, able to control how far she goes, whether she goes all the way.
When I’m about done resting, I put my hand on her back and push her forward again, one hand on her hip so her ass sticks out again.
“I’m not done fucking you, yet,” I say, and her breath hitches. I smile. She loves dirty talk. I think I’ll do it more often. “
What do you want?” I ask. I slowly slide out of her and tease her, pumping only the head in and out of her. She gasps, her moans sounding like complaints.
“Tell me what you want, Dana,” I say again in a low voice. I want her to beg for it. I want her to want me as much as I want her. Judging by how wet she is, she does. Her sex is slick on my shaft. I want to hear her say it.
“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says.
“I’m sorry?”
“Fuck me, Keagan!”
She’s desperate. I feel the same, but I needed to hear her say it. Her pleas are all I need. I slam into her, and she cries out. I start fucking her hard, mercilessly pounding into her. She collapses over the bath tub, unable to hold herself up under my onslaught, and I hammer into her, again and again. She moans and gasps, and her ass undulates with my every stroke, so that she’s a jiggling, sexy mess.
I’m getting closer and closer. Pausing helped, but if I keep it up, I’m going to come, and then it’s all over. I don’t want that. I don’t want to come before she does. She’s the most beautiful thing when she’s caught up in an orgasm, and I want to see it. I want to feel it on my cock, the way her body contracts and her pussy clamps down on me, milking me.
I stop pounding into her and slowly slide out. She gasps, but when I’m free of her, she looks over her shoulder.
“Don’t stop now,” she says in a husky voice.
Her protests are hot. She lifts herself up again so her back is against my chest once more, and I turn her head, kissing her.
“Sit on the edge of the tub,” I say against her lips.
“What?”
“Sit on the edge of the tub, facing me.”
She shivers. The water is starting to run cold. I reach for the hot tap and let it run until the steam rises around us and the water is hot again. Dana does as I ask. She sits on the edge of tub.
She’s a sight to behold, her body tight and delicious, her nipples erect, her tits so fucking beautiful. I run my hand through her hair and run my thumb along her bottom lip. She dips her head and takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it. Her eyes are on me. Her mouth is hot, and she sucks me the way she sucked my cock. It makes me twitch with desire.
I commit this image to memory, her body naked and on display for me, my thumb in her mouth, and her eyes large and full of lust. If I ever need to fantasize about her again, instead of having her all to myself, this is a memory I would visit again and again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, and her lips curl into a smile around my thumb.
Dana
I’m balanced on the edge of the tub with Keagan’s thumb in my mouth, and I’m ready for him to take me again. I don’t know what he has in mind, but whatever he asks, I want to do it. Sex with him is better than anything I’ve had before, and it’s not just because of the thrill and the secrecy anymore. He’s good in bed, period.
He moves his mouth when his eyes are on my lips and his finger I’m sucking, and I know he’s got dirty images in his mind. He’s been talking dirty to me, and even though the idea of being filthy with someone has always put me off, I love it with Keagan. I want him to keep doing it.
He brings out a side of me I never knew I had.
Keag
an kneels before me and spreads my legs with his hands. He runs them along my thighs, moving toward my pussy. I tip my head back and moan in anticipation. I want him to touch me. His hands move around my hips and onto my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks. He’s got a fascination with my ass, and I take it as a compliment.
His mouth closes over my pussy, and I gasp. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the exhilaration is out of this world. I push my hand into his hair, balancing myself with the other hand, and guide him. Although, he doesn’t need guidance.
His tongue flicks over my clit several times, before he licks a trail to my entrance and dips his tongue inside me. He returns to my clit, and I can barely contain myself. I twitch and jerk on the edge of the tub. I’m not close to an orgasm yet, but I’m heading there.
Keagan moves one hand from my ass to my pussy, joining his tongue. He pushes two fingers into me without ceremony, and I cry out. It’s not the same as his cock. Not even close. But the pleasure is just as real.
He curls his finger in a beckoning motion, stroking my G-spot dead on. I gasp and hunch forward. I press his head against me, his lips against my pussy. Then I buck my hips as much as my position allows, fucking his face.
He hums against my clit, and the vibrations travel into my sex. It’s pure pleasure, and I gasp and moan. He carries on, fucking me with his fingers, alternating pumping them in and out of my body with the curling against my G-spot. With his mouth, he licks and sucks on my clit, alternating that, too, until I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy wrapping itself around me.
Keagan keeps me on the edge, refusing me my orgasm every time he changes position. It keeps building, and every time I think I’m getting my release, he changes it again, making me desperate.
I have both hands in his hair now, sure he will keep me from falling. I’m trying to get him to keep doing the same thing long enough to let me orgasm.
“Keagan, please,” I cry out. “Just let me come. Don’t keep me like this.”
I know I’m begging, and I don’t care.
He gives me what I want. He keeps doing one thing for long enough, sucking my clit and pumping his fingers into me. The feelings move me past the point of no return, and I finally orgasm.
It shatters through me, and I cry out. White light washes through my body, and I can’t think of anything other than the pleasure pulsing through me. My body curls forward, and my legs close, pinning his head between my thighs. He carries on licking me relentlessly, and the orgasm draws out. I’m crying out and shuddering from the pleasure wave consuming me.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the orgasm finally subsides, and I can start thinking clearly again. Keagan’s tongue is still on my clit, but he’s not moving. He isn’t pumping his fingers in and out of me, either. He holds still, as if he understands that this is what I need, that if he moves now, it will ruin it all.
Then it’s finally over completely. I sigh and open my legs. Keagan looks up at me and grins. His mouth glistens with his saliva and my juices. He looks me in the eye and puts both his fingers in his mouth, slowly sucking himself off, tasting me.
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I say.
He smiles and pulls me into the water with him. The water is hot on my skin, and my body relaxes. After the orgasm, this is what I need. We lay together in the water for a while.
I look up at Keagan. His eyes are open, fixed on the tile opposite us. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I don’t want to ask. I look at his cock, and he’s still hard, rigid, and ready to keep going. It’s exactly what I want. I don’t want to stop, now.
I reach for his cock and wrap my fingers around his shaft. I pump my hand up and down slowly. Precum dribbles from his tip, making slimy strands in the water. He made me come. I want to return the favor.
I want to give him an earth-shattering orgasm the way he did for me. I move my hand up and down his shaft a little longer. He’s hard and big, his skin like velvet and pubic hair growing thick at the base. It trails up to his bellybutton in a triangle of hair, and his abs are flat and defined. I’d always known that Keagan had a good body, but I hadn’t noticed it before. Not like this.
Not as something I wanted to fuck.
“Get up on your knees,” I say, leaning away from him.
He looks at me, not hesitating a moment before doing as I ask. His cock points away from his body at an angle. He’s hard and eager. I sit down in front of him and take him into my mouth.
I realize how big he is when I’m trying to suck him off. I have to stretch my lips to get around him, and I go all the way down before his head touches my soft pallet. I wrap my hand around his base and lengthen my reach that way, meeting my lips with my hand.
I pump up and down like that for a while. He moans, and his hands find their way into my hair, the way I did with him. He pulls my hair back into a ponytail and holds onto it like a handle.
He guides my head, encouraging me to pump my mouth over him faster and faster. I use my tongue, playing it along his shaft, swirling it around his head before taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. I repeat the process. My other hand slips down to his balls, and I cup them, squeezing them lightly. I play with his balls and suck on his cock, listening to him gasp and moan, much the same way I had.
I let him slip out of my mouth and lick his cock like an ice cream, trailing my tongue up from the base to the tip before I take him into my mouth again. I glance up at him. He’s looking down at me, his grip still on my hair. I know what I look like to him. I know this is a turn-on. Men like seeing a woman on her knees, her mouth wrapped around their cock, hands fondling their balls.
I’m not done, yet. I’m just getting started. I push my mouth over his cock again, taking him in, moving my tongue. I push deeper and deeper, moving my hand as I take him in. I take a deep breath and push him deep into my throat. I gag for a moment, but I get over it and push in even further. I’m deep throating him, taking his full length into my mouth and throat.
“God, Dana,” he says though clenched teeth. “Fuck.”
I move my head back and forth, pumping his cock down my throat. I stop now and then to breathe, before I plunge right back in and take him down my throat.
I don’t often do this, but I want to give him something as good as he’d given me. And Keagan is different. I want to do this for him.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” Keagan groans.
It’s exactly what I’m looking for. I want him to come in my mouth, down my throat. His hand grips my hair harder, and he pushes my head toward him, picking up my rhythm. I let him set the pace as he fucks my mouth, pumping his cock up and down my throat. He puts his other hand around my throat, touching me lightly, and I wonder if he can feel the tip as he’s pumping.
My hands are still on his balls, and I fondle them, squeezing them gently, encouraging an orgasm. A moment later, his balls tighten and he groans. I feel the come pump at the bottom of his cock. He empties his load in my mouth, his come pumping down my throat.
I wait until he’s done before I pull back and gasp for air. I swallow to be sure it’s all down and then look up at him.
“Holy shit,” Keagan says, and he sits back down in the water, hard enough that it splashes over the edge. It looks like his legs are weak. Good.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he said. “Deep throat? Fuck.”
I grin. I can’t help it. There’s something satisfying about draining a man, and Keagan looks sufficiently spent.
“If only I’d known you felt this way about me sooner,” he says. “I would have taken advantage of your mouth a lot more.”
I nod. I agree. If we’d done this earlier, we would have done so much more. But this was where we were now.
“Better late than never,” I say.
Keagan smiles and leans back. The water comes up to his chest. He pulls me closer to him, and I put my hand on his cock that’s going limp quickly. I
hold onto him, and he pulls me against his chest. His hand hangs over my shoulder, his fingertips grazing the top of my breast. He closes his eyes and sighs.
“That was intense,” he says a moment later. “Who knew you had so much talent?”
I smile. “I can say the same about you.”
He smiles at me. I can see he’s tired. He’s fading fast. A good orgasm will do that to you.
I get up and step out of the bath. I find a towel and dry myself off. When I hold out a hand to help Keagan up, he protests before letting me help him out of the water. I hand him a towel. He wraps it around his hips and pulls me against him. He pushes his hands underneath my hair, tipping up my head.
“You’re something else,” he says and kisses me.
It’s a gentle kiss, long and drawn out. I’m not sure what I’m feeling when he kisses me like that. It’s the opposite of the sex we’ve been having. It’s gentle and caring. The sex is rough and about getting off.
I don’t know how to reconcile the two things together.
I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to talk about it and spoil a perfectly good night. There’s no reason to find answers right now. We still have time. All we need to focus on right now is getting dressed and getting in bed. I’m suddenly tired, too, even though I haven’t done anything during the day.
Keagan kisses me one more time when we split up to go to our separate rooms. I watch him until he closes the door behind him before I walk to my own room.
Dana
We’re in the car on the way to my mom and Chris’s place. The only sound in the car is the radio. It’s not too loud. If we speak, we can hear each other, but neither one of us is saying anything.
I don’t know what to expect from the night ahead. My mom knows Keagan and I slept together. I told Keagan, but I don’t know how she will act toward us.
I also don’t know what to do around Keagan in front of Chris. As a result, I’ve shut off from Keagan completely. I would rather Chris think we hate each other than that something is going on between us. I know it’s not the best way to handle it, but to be honest, this is all new territory to me.
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