Abigail
His eyes darkened, and I let out a little whine when he pulled away, his cock sliding out of my cunt.
"Relax, I want to check the water hasn’t gone cold first."
He rose, naked and unashad, walking to the bathroom. I drank in the sight of him hungrily, my gaze tracing the powerful lines of his back, the flex of his muscles, the firm, perfect curve of his ass, and then his thick, erect cock, all glistening with my cum.
Hot desire pooled in my belly. I was already wanting more. The bathroom was thick with steam when Finnegan finally coaxed out of bed. The scent of eucalyptus oil and...
"Is that jasmine?" I chuckled. "You got jasmine soap?"
He tipped his head toward a shelf on the bathroom wall. "I got jasmine everything."
My jaw dropped as my eyes scanned the shelf. It was filled with all the jasmine products I used and ones I had never seen in my life.
"What on earth? When did you get all that?"
He shrugged, lowering to the floor.
The large tub was full and frothing with bubbles. He undressed slowly, his fingers gentle as they peeled away my clothes. Every ti they grazed a bruise, a vein would pop in his forehead.
I gasped as he kissed each one, lips brushing softly over my skin. My legs wobbled when he kissed lower over my belly, making shudder.
With a groan, he stepped into the tub first, then scooped off the floor and lowered in after him.
"Easy, tiger," I chuckled as he settled between his legs so that I was facing him. The warm water enveloped us both, soothing my sore muscles while his arms wrapped around my waist.
I sighed, leaning closer when he grabbed a washcloth and began washing . His mouth followed the washcloth down my shoulders, my collarbone, the side of my neck. The hard length of his cock pressing against my ass left wet, and it wasn’t from the water.
I gripped his shoulders and lifted my hips, settling my soaked pussy against his thick cock. Oh god, yes.
Hot shivers tore down my spine. I threw my head back as I ground against his cock, letting the slick head rub against my clit. Finnegan groaned, hands gripping my hips.
"Abigail," he rasped, voice strained.
I leaned forward, pressing my full breasts against his chest.
His green eyes darkened to my favorite shade — hot, piping, lusty green. He leaned in and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
I moaned loudly, arching my back to push more of my tit into his mouth. Water sloshed around us as I rocked my hips, dragging my dripping pussy along his hard length.
"Gently, love," he groaned against my breast, switching to the other nipple and sucking even harder. His hands gripped my ass, kneading the soft flesh as I moved faster, grinding my clit against his cock.
I was being such a slut for him, and I loved it. The warm water made everything slicker, ssier. Every roll of my hips sent ripples across the surface, splashing against the sides of the tub.
My tits bounced in his face as I moved, and he devoured them, sucking, licking, biting gently until I was whimpering with need.
When I tried to bounce harder, impatiently trying to sink onto his cock, he gripped my waist firmly, holding still.
"Go slow," he growled against my nipple.
"You’re hurt, baby. You shouldn’t be moving around so much."
I whined, trying to grind down anyway, but he pinned my hips in place with strong hands. Then he drove up into in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying his thick cock deep inside my pussy.
I cried out, head falling back as he filled . The water splashed violently around us as he started fucking from below with deep thrusts that made my tits bounce heavily in his face.
He kept one hand on my waist, holding , while the other cupped my breast, feeding it back into his mouth. He sucked hard on my nipple, tongue swirling as he pounded up into , the wet slap of skin and water filling the bathroom.
"Fuck, yes, yes baby," I moaned hoarsely. "Your cock feels so good. I love how you fucking stretch ."
He groaned around my nipple, sucking harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. His hips snapped up faster, driving his thick cock into with powerful strokes that made the water churn around us.
Every thrust hit that spot inside, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I was so wet, my juices mixing with the bathwater, making everything slick and filthy.
"Look at ," he rasped, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. His erald eyes locked on mine, gazing at adoringly. "I need to see your eyes when you cum."
I held his gaze as the pleasure built, my hips rolling as much as his grip allowed. The water splashed against the tub walls, the sound mixing with my moans and his low groans.
His cock throbbed inside , so thick and hard, hitting every sensitive spot as he fucked deep. When I ca, it was so powerful and overwhelming, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through .
I cried out his na, body shaking, tits bouncing as I rode the orgasm. Finnegan followed monts later, burying himself deep and groaning my na as he filled with thick, hot ropes of cum, his hips grinding up into to push every drop deeper.
Our ragged breathing filled the bathroom. I panted, slaked with satisfaction as he kissed softly.
"Are you okay-"
A soft knock sounded on the bathroom door.
"Finnegan?" River’s voice called from the other side.
"I know you’re in there. Your phone has been ringing nonstop. It’s from Martha."
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