She bit her lower lip but did as he asked, rolling on the plain white duvet. Her hair was falling out of the bun she'd made earlier, and she tugged the rubber band out and let the damp strands tumble down.
"Oh yeah. Dammit, Katie. Your ass is so fucking sweet." She stretched out on her stomach on the bed. He admired the smooth curves, grabbing her ass in both hands and squeezing. She pushed her knees into the mattress and raised her butt in the air invitingly.
"Oh yeah. That'll get you what you want."
He knelt beside the bed, and she pushed onto her hands and backed her ass up until it met his face. He bent down and pressed his face to her ass, her skin warm and damp from the bath. Along with the scent of the bubbles, he inhaled her feminine aroma, light and sweet.
He licked and kissed her there, delving between her ass cheeks into forbidden territory, tickling, nipping at her butt cheeks, then licking lower to her pussy. He suckled on the soft folds there, gave her long, lush strokes of his tongue, then toyed with her back opening with his tongue as his fingers slid inside her and rubbed. She shivered and whimpered at his carnal touches, and her feet gave slow kicks up and down, her face to the bed, hands digging into the comforter. His arm banded around her lower back, his fingers plunged into her over and over again as his tongue worked wickedly.
His engorged cock throbbed, and need burned through him. He stood and grabbed a condom from his bedside table. Once the condom was on, he directed the head of his cock to her opening, revealed by her upturned ass, all slick and pink. She pushed up onto straight arms and turned to look at him, hair falling all around her face. He slid a hand into that hair and twisted, gripping it, holding her in position with his other hand on her hip. Her lips parted, cheeks flushed, she looked so damn gorgeous and he drove into her, fucking in and out of that tight, hot pussy.
He climbed onto the bed, moving her farther up, planting his knees into the mattress. On her hands and knees she moved on his cock, pushing herself back onto him, then sliding off … back and forth. Back and forth. Heat rushed through his body, vibrations sizzling up his spine.
He held her waist and took over the movement, driving into her. He skimmed a hand down under her, found her soft breast, then pulled her up and back, his other hand gripping her hair and turning her head so he could find her mouth. Her back pressed to his front; he held her like that and kissed her, long, lush, devouring, then rubbed his cheek against hers. "Feel good, baby?"
"Oh yeah."
He set his hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed her down to the bed. He held her hips, admiring the dimples at the base of her spine and the strong groove up the center of her back. He watched his shiny cock disappear inside her, then move smoothly back out. The visual was electrifying, sensation burning and twisting inside him. She slid a hand down under and touched herself.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Do that, baby. Touch yourself. I want you to come on my cock … come so hard."
Her breathy noises increased in tempo, her fingers moving furiously. Her channel tightened on him, squeezing him, and she cried out as she came, clamping down on him.
"That feels so fucking good," he ground out.
He pounded in harder, faster, steadying her body with his hands, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh. He came in hot, weighty pulses, shuddering against her, pouring himself into her. Fighting for breath, he slowed his strokes, pulling all the way out, letting his still-stiff cock bounce, then slowly sliding back in. Again. And again, while his racing heart slowed.
Planting his hands on either side of her, he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, soft, openmouthed, reverent. He lifted a knee to the outside of her body and shifted to the other side, pulling her around to find her mouth. She curled an arm behind his head and their mouths joined in long, sumptuous kisses.
"Wow," she whispered long moments later when they'd both collapsed to the bed in each other's arms. "Wow."
"Yeah."
The bed was a disaster, their frenzied passion having twisted the duvet up. He rolled off it and shook it out to cover them both, then pulled her back into his arms.
It was still early, but sleep dropped over him like a blanket, knocking him unconscious. He awoke a while later, the light from the bathroom spilling into the dark bedroom. Katelyn stirred next to him.
"Hey," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Sorry. I crashed."
"Mmm. I did too." She ran a foot up his calf. "I want the rest of that wine now."
He grinned and slid off the bed to retrieve their glasses. The tub was still full, the water now cool, and bubbles long since gone. He lifted the stopper so it would drain and tossed another towel on the floor to absorb the water pooled there. Smiling, he carried their wine and the bag of chips back into the bedroom.