He may have called my mouth dirty, but his is positively filthy, and I can’t get enough of it.
Slade pulls me off, and I gasp in lungfuls of air, my eyes watering slightly. “You are gorgeous, and I want nothing more than to watch my cum flood your mouth, but I want to sink myself inside your pussy even more.”
With a smile, I wipe my chin and rise to my feet, and then I start to walk backwards toward the hot springs. He watches me without moving, the lines on his skin twisting and curling around his pecs, as if they want to reach for me.
When my heels hit the edge of the hot water and I start backing into it, legs embraced in the heat, I raise my hand and curl my finger toward him. “Then come on, King Ravinger. Because that’s exactly what I want, and I’m healed enough for a nice, long soak.”
He’s on me before my lower half can disappear beneath the surface, his fingers digging into my ass as he lifts me up. He wades us further in, and the water feels so good the deeper we sink into it—the deeper we sink into each other.
Slade stops at the side of the pool and puts me down, and I notice the incline here is sharp, lifting me several inches higher than him.
“Turn around, baby,” he tells me. “Brace your hands on the rim of the pool.”
Swallowing hard, I turn, my fingers curling around the smoothed rock as I grip it. “Good girl,” he purrs as his hands come around me, one curling possessively around my pussy, while the other goes to my breasts.
“Goddess…” I breathe as he circles my clit with two fingers, moving over me like a master musician plucking the perfect strings. My body sings for him in all the right notes.
When he sinks a finger into me, still keeping the other curled to caress my clit, we both groan. His mouth comes down to nibble at the side of my neck, while his other hand squeezes and caresses my breasts, twisting my nipples and making the peaks stiffen.
“Slade, I want you,” I moan out, my head tipping back against his.
“And you’ll have me,” he replies, kissing the back of my neck. “There’s a short shelf just in front of you—I want one knee propped up on it.”
Out of my mind with thrumming need, I quickly raise my knee, finding the smooth rock exactly where he said it would be.
“Perfect,” he tells me as his hand on my breasts falls away. Then, his finger leaves my pussy, the crown of his cock taking its place.
I’m instantly being stretched, my breath catching as he pushes in with agonizing slowness. Inch by inch he sinks into me, and somehow, him going slow just makes me feel fuller. The hot water surrounding us makes everything slicker.
When his pelvis hits my ass, he gives it a squeeze, while a groan travels through his chest. “So fucking good. So tight and ready.”
I feel his lips on my back again, and I realize that this positioning he put me in was entirely purposeful. But then, everything Slade does is for a purpose, so I shouldn’t be surprised. He doesn’t keep us face-to-face, he has me like this with my back still bared to him, and when he places kisses there again, it’s like he’s replacing the violence and marking me with tenderness instead. Reminding me that I’m not ruined. That despite it all, we’re here, together, and that sometimes, our worlds have to rip in order for us to end up where we’re meant to be.
“Slade, I need you to move,” I tell him, all while he strokes, caresses, makes my body melt and all my reservations thaw into draining rivulets.
His hand comes back to my clit with almost reprimanding quickness, and a garbled breath gets stuck in my throat as his fingers start to rub me in rapid, determined circles.
At the same time, he drags himself out and then thrusts back into me. Again. And again. And again. His pace is steady and hard, and when he uses his other hand to grip my thigh and tilt me up just a little bit more, a jolt of heat slams through me.
My back arches as an embarrassing mewling sound escapes me, though the bubbling sound of the water drowns some of it out.
“Yes, yes,” I chant, feeling his touch on my clit like a thousand different lightning bolts coursing down my limbs, up my stomach, even heating the soles of my feet. Feeling him hit that spot inside of me that makes me want to crash into a crescendo.
“Faster, Slade. I want to come. I want to come with you.”
“I’ll give you what you want,” he says, voice heated and hungry, dominant and protective. “Hold on.”
I straighten my arms, bracing myself, and Slade starts fucking me hard and fast, making the water splash around us. The slapping water is somehow the perfect addition to the erotic noises that accompany his groans and my own.