from him, tore it open, and rolled the condom over his erection. It didn’t go all the way to the base, but then it didn’t need to. With a lazy smile, Brent slid into the water. When he reached for her, she went to him and grasped his cock. Nearly weightless, she floated down onto him, taking him inside her one rock-hard inch at a time. Finally she settled against him, having enveloped him completely.
For long seconds, they stayed that way, staring into each other’s eyes. The warm brown of his eyes seemed so deep she could fall into it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Sweet, almost innocent, in contrast to the presence of his cock in her pussy.
Squeezing, she tightened her inner muscles around him. Right on cue, he groaned again and thrust up into her. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
“That would be bad?”
“This is supposed to be about your pleasure,” he said.
And pleasure it was. So intense. The build-up of the massage had stretched her nerves to the breaking point. Now she finally had his huge cock inside her and could ride him until he’d satisfied her every need.
He moved inside her again, and she nearly dissolved in a pool of pure carnal delight. Her breasts pressed against the solid wall of his chest. He’d made her nipples so responsive with his massage, and now the stiff peaks sent a charge along her nerves to awaken other sensitive parts of her body. Her clitoris came to life again, throbbing and demanding more contact. She slid her hand between their bodies, easing the fingers toward her sex.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
“Hm?”
“Turn around and face away from me,” he said.
She had to climb off him to accomplish that, and after a moment he gripped her hips to help her. She sank onto him again, closing her eyes to concentrate on the passage of his flesh inside hers. In this position, his hands could roam over her front, and he immediately covered her breasts with his palms and repeated the magic he’d worked on them before. Such an incredible combination of sensations: his cock filling her while his fingers wreaked havoc with the rest of her. After a few delicious minutes, he moved his hand over her belly.
Though her logical mind recognized his destination, her intellect could never have predicted her powerful response when his finger landed on her clitoris and rubbed. Her whole body shuddered, and she let out a loud “Ahhh” that sounded like steam escaping.
“See?” he said. “Noises.”
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. “Just don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.”
He continued, pressing and rolling the sensitive bud. Her heart thudded in her chest, beating wildly, while currents of need swirled inside her. Every inch of her flesh ached, straining for release. She needed the orgasm, and yet she needed to hold on to this ecstasy for as long as she could. He seemed to want to string the moment out, too, because he could have ended her with more pressure. Instead, he gave her enough to keep her hanging without finishing her. She’d have to thank him when she could speak again.
“You’re getting me very excited,” he murmured into her ear. “Should we come together?”
In response, she could only whimper.
“That’s how I feel.”
If he’d felt like she did, he couldn’t have uttered a word. But why quibble when he was taking her apart with his fingers? She’d hit the high plateau where nothing mattered but satisfying her need. Soon, she’d soar into climax, and, oh, would it be good.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Can’t . . . last . . .”
His fingers moved faster, pushing harder. When he rolled her clit, she snapped. A rush of energy coursed through her, blotting out everything but the explosion in her pussy. This time, she had Brent’s cock inside her. All that firm flesh, driving her pleasure even higher. The spasms kept coming fast on each other, so powerful.
Brent’s voice sounded behind her, a rumble that
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