positioned the head of his penis at her entrance. Then she locked her ankles behind his knees and guided him home.
She was wet and willing, but she was tight and modesty aside, Damien knew he wasn’t exactly small. Also even as aroused as she was the spa water still diluted her lubrication somewhat. It took more than the little pulse of her feet on his legs to work his fully aroused cock into her sheath. He leaned over her, gripped the tub ledge with both hands and pushed. She dug her hands into the muscles of his ass and pulled.
“Yessss!” Her keening cry echoed his sibilant hiss. Damien couldn’t remember offhand the last time he’d gotten laid, but it must have been too long, based on the intensity of what he felt right now. Her inner muscles still rippled from her first orgasm and they stroked his cock like a thousand tiny fingers. He wasn’t going to last long. He pulled out slowly, then slid back in at an equally leisurely pace. At the same time he leaned over and took her lips. When she opened them to moan, he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside, then began thrusting there too, his tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock fucking her pussy.
He moved his hands off the ledge and gently removed the remaining nipple clamp, laying the chain beside her other toy. Then he reached down and filled each hand with one of her breasts. It delighted him that they spilled over the sides—and Damien had big hands. He drank in her squeals of pleasure as he rasped his thumbs across her beaded nipples. When he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers, he felt her inner walls clench with pleasure. The extra pulsing tugged at his shaft and she sucked hard on his tongue at the same time.
And that was all it took. His balls had drawn up tight and hard and with two more deep thrusts, they exploded, spurting jet after jet into her snug, welcoming heat. He broke their kiss to gasp for breath as he came, which allowed her wordless mewling cry to rise into the night. The rhythmic contractions of her pussy milked another stream from him though he could have sworn there wasn’t a drop of fluid left in his body. Sharp little teeth bit into his left pecs just above his nipple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but sufficient to have left a mark on a human.
Damien pulled her close against him as their orgasms both subsided. His hands stroked up and down the length of her spine. He buried his lips in her wealth of auburn hair, soaked in the scents of woman and garden and sex. Her legs loosened their grip on his waist, but he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of her pussy—not yet. So he lifted her and turned, sitting down on the bench with Katie on his lap, his cock still hard and snuggled up inside her.
“Katie.” He whispered her name, just to hear the sound of it on his lips. Then a reluctant chuckle rumbled out of his chest.
“What?” Her voice was practically a purr. With her arms around his back, her knees bracketing his thighs and her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks it felt like Damien was being wrapped in a whole body hug.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had a welcome like this before. And I have to admit, there’s a bit of me that hopes you don’t welcome all your new tenants like this.” Which was entirely too strange. He’d never felt possessive of a woman before, let alone one he’d known for less than twenty minutes.
She laughed back and the vibrations tickled him from knees to nose. Damn, it felt good to sit here with her and relax and laugh. “No. Rest assured this was a first.” Then she pulled her face out of his chest and looked up at him, her expression suddenly serious. “I’m not like this, Damien. Not at all. I’m not sure I can even begin to explain what just happened here.”
He leaned down and placed a short, soft kiss on her dark, swollen lips. “You mean what’s still happening?” He flexed his hips, let his cock stroke her
She was wet and willing, but she was tight and modesty aside, Damien knew he wasn’t exactly small. Also even as aroused as she was the spa water still diluted her lubrication somewhat. It took more than the little pulse of her feet on his legs to work his fully aroused cock into her sheath. He leaned over her, gripped the tub ledge with both hands and pushed. She dug her hands into the muscles of his ass and pulled.
“Yessss!” Her keening cry echoed his sibilant hiss. Damien couldn’t remember offhand the last time he’d gotten laid, but it must have been too long, based on the intensity of what he felt right now. Her inner muscles still rippled from her first orgasm and they stroked his cock like a thousand tiny fingers. He wasn’t going to last long. He pulled out slowly, then slid back in at an equally leisurely pace. At the same time he leaned over and took her lips. When she opened them to moan, he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside, then began thrusting there too, his tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock fucking her pussy.
He moved his hands off the ledge and gently removed the remaining nipple clamp, laying the chain beside her other toy. Then he reached down and filled each hand with one of her breasts. It delighted him that they spilled over the sides—and Damien had big hands. He drank in her squeals of pleasure as he rasped his thumbs across her beaded nipples. When he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers, he felt her inner walls clench with pleasure. The extra pulsing tugged at his shaft and she sucked hard on his tongue at the same time.
And that was all it took. His balls had drawn up tight and hard and with two more deep thrusts, they exploded, spurting jet after jet into her snug, welcoming heat. He broke their kiss to gasp for breath as he came, which allowed her wordless mewling cry to rise into the night. The rhythmic contractions of her pussy milked another stream from him though he could have sworn there wasn’t a drop of fluid left in his body. Sharp little teeth bit into his left pecs just above his nipple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but sufficient to have left a mark on a human.
Damien pulled her close against him as their orgasms both subsided. His hands stroked up and down the length of her spine. He buried his lips in her wealth of auburn hair, soaked in the scents of woman and garden and sex. Her legs loosened their grip on his waist, but he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of her pussy—not yet. So he lifted her and turned, sitting down on the bench with Katie on his lap, his cock still hard and snuggled up inside her.
“Katie.” He whispered her name, just to hear the sound of it on his lips. Then a reluctant chuckle rumbled out of his chest.
“What?” Her voice was practically a purr. With her arms around his back, her knees bracketing his thighs and her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks it felt like Damien was being wrapped in a whole body hug.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had a welcome like this before. And I have to admit, there’s a bit of me that hopes you don’t welcome all your new tenants like this.” Which was entirely too strange. He’d never felt possessive of a woman before, let alone one he’d known for less than twenty minutes.
She laughed back and the vibrations tickled him from knees to nose. Damn, it felt good to sit here with her and relax and laugh. “No. Rest assured this was a first.” Then she pulled her face out of his chest and looked up at him, her expression suddenly serious. “I’m not like this, Damien. Not at all. I’m not sure I can even begin to explain what just happened here.”
He leaned down and placed a short, soft kiss on her dark, swollen lips. “You mean what’s still happening?” He flexed his hips, let his cock stroke her
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