Brokenhearted Beauty(Divine Creek Ranch 19)(53)

“I need you, James.”

“I want inside your tight pussy, while I have you in my lap.”

“Yes. Tell me what to do, James.”

“Stay just as you are and hold still. Brace your hands on the tub for balance and let me do the work.” He slid a hand around the underside of her right thigh and slid down in the water just a bit as he lifted her. “Arch your back and position me.”

She did exactly as he asked, completely transported by his strength, the candlelight, the scent of the bath oil and candles, and the sensation of his wonderfully thick cock poised on the verge of thrusting inside her. He braced her in position with his grip on her thigh and lifted his other hand to turn her jaw. She was enraptured by the love she saw glowing in his green eyes a second before he kissed her and slid his cock deep inside her.

He was so big, so thick and hot, and she felt positively invaded as her opening stretched to accommodate him. She caressed him with her pussy muscles, wanting more of him, and more, until she rotated her hips in a gentle circular motion and took him inside her as deep as he could go. Her eyes rolled with the intense eroticism of the moment. He breathed out slowly, a hint of a groan in the soft sound. He slid his hands around to cup her hip bones and slowly flexed against her, holding her in place as he moved.

He took a deep breath and moved his arms up across her hips and then lifted his hands to cup her breasts. He rubbed against her nipples in slow, deliberate strokes until she thought she would go mad from the stimulation. Her pussy grew hotter and he slipped and slid with greater ease with each passing second.

“I love your breasts. Love being inside your luscious body, feeling you accepting all of me, like you were made for me.”

Her gulp sounded loud in the quiet, dim room. “James, the sweet things you say…”

Finally he clasped his fingers over hers and lifted her hand so the candles on the edge of the tub illuminated her palm. With a gentle fingertip, he stroked the row of faint pink crescent-shaped scars that marred her palm.

He kissed them and then slid their clasped hands down her abdomen to her pussy. He caressed her clit, which felt very swollen, with one finger and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, honey. Show me how you get yourself off.”

A wave of heat seemed to rise from her torso and her pussy as he guided her fingers at first, until she established her own erotic rhythm, rubbing up and own and squeezing her clit between two fingers. He released her fingers for a few seconds and reached out to lift the lid from a decorative ceramic container in the corner by the tub.

“What’s in there?” she whispered.

“Don’t stop stroking yourself, honey. We bought you some waterproof toys for your tub.”

“Baby…”

“No worries tonight, honey,” he soothed as he showed her the fingertip vibrator, sliding it on his finger after he wet the silicon loop that would keep it secure. A simple press of a button turned it on.

She gasped as he slid their fingers together again and the vibe made contact with her lips and then slid up to her clit. She tensed and arched, tightening her pussy muscles as she thrust back against him. He obliged her by increasing his thrusts slightly, impressing her with his reserve of self-control while she felt ready to go off like a rocket.

“Oh, baby,” she whimpered. “I needed you so much.”

She arched her back and he assisted her by wrapping his other arm around her hips and anchoring her as she thrust against him while he continued strumming her clit with the vibe and her own fingers. Her hands trembled as she held on to him, breathing in his compelling masculine scent.

She wanted to never be parted from him, for him to keep her wrapped in his strong arms. The day, her worries, and her future all receded from her mind as they made love to each other with slow gentle movements, the water lapping all around them. Like a terraced landscape, her arousal grew step, by slow step, with James always in control of the rhythm, her tension rising and receding, only to rise impossibly higher.

“So tight. So sweet. Do you want to come?”

“Oh, so much, baby. Make me come.”

He tightened his arm, pinning her to him as he increased the pressure on the vibrator just a bit and fucked her in firmer strokes. Her panting grew louder and echoed in the bathroom. He nudged her head to the side and dragged his teeth over the tender juncture of her shoulder and throat. She moaned, anticipating the sensation of his love bite, and cried out when it came. He growled in her ear and her cunt rippled and clenched as she came undone, rubbing her clit and arching against him with every wave.

As it receded, he released her shoulder and slowed his thrusting and she looked up at him. “Did you come?”