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I take the basket from her and set it on the shelf behind the tub, and she takes the small tube from me, examining it with a furrowed brow as she asks, “Why do you keep this by the tub?”

I laugh, knowing where her overactive imagination is likely going. “It came in a gag gift from my brother. I tossed it in that basket because it’s like the junk drawer of my bathroom.”

She gives me an unconvinced look but says nothing further as the tub finishes draining and then she looks at me expectantly. I open the tube and squirt a small amount onto my fingertips, rubbing the slick liquid along my dick.

I squirt more onto my fingertips, this time pressing them between her legs, pushing them slightly inside her and then sliding up over her clit. I do this again, this time pressing in deeper, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain, but she just sighs, moaning softly as she attempts to push down onto me.

It appears I have created a sex monster.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but I also don’t want to hurt her and extend her healing time, so I’m going to do my best to give her what she wants as gently as possible.

I add a bit more lube to my dick, making sure it’s slick on all sides, then I toss the tube of lube back into the basket and lie back against the side of the tub.

She moves back into position, now rubbing her slick pussy against my equally slick cock, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her eyelids close, her mouth falling open at the sensation. I press up into her, allowing her to set whatever rhythm works for her, and before too long, she’s panting and clutching at me. Her hips undulate backward and forward, her speed increasing until the tip of my dick inevitably comes up, attempting entrance to her seeking cunt.

I pull back immediately, not wanting to risk hurting her with further penetration, but she pushes on my chest, once again moving her hips until she has the tip of my cock right at her slick hole.

I relax beneath her, allowing her to take full control of our pleasure, and she watches me intently as she sinks down an inch and then another. She pauses right at my first piercing, her hips rotating slowly as she eases down, and then she gasps as the metal slides inside.

She repeats this with each one, sliding and rotating until, finally, my dick is fully inside her, and I’m trembling beneath her, sweating from the tension of suppressing my innate urge to shove up inside forcefully.

I slide down, allowing her more room to maneuver as she pleases, but when she moves to brace her feet beneath her, I put my hand out, stopping her. “Don’t try to move too much,” I caution, my hands moving to her hips, urging her to rub against me. “Just grind on me, darlin’. Take what you need.”

“Don’t you need more friction?” she asks breathlessly.

“Don’t worry about me, Issa,” I reply. “I could come just from looking at you most days.”

She giggles, smiling as she begins to move, and I lie back, watching her take pleasure from my body without hesitation or inhibition, reveling in the intoxicating power of intimacy this moment holds.

She writhes and grinds, her hips shifting from backward and forward to quick undulations and I move my hands to her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples the way I know she likes it.

She braces her hands on the edge of the tub behind me and leans forward, her lips seeking mine, and I raise my head, kissing her back fervently as the tension in her body increases. She grinds her clit against my pubic bone, and I press up into her in tiny pulses, wanting to give her more friction without fully thrusting inside her.

I kiss her wildly, pushing my tongue between her lips the way I want to shove my cock into her cunt, and she sobs into my mouth, her pleasure cresting rapidly, pulling me along with her almost helplessly.

“That’s right, darlin’,” I say against her open lips. “Take my cum. Pull it right out of me.”

Her eyes meet mine, and she convulses over me, her hips moving uncontrollably as her cunt twitches, and I groan in response, cursing as my cock throbs inside her. She moans loudly, the sound of her pleasure reverberating throughout the room, and I respond in kind, unable to hold back my visceral response to her.

We stare at each other as our movements slow, each of us unwilling to break the moment until, eventually, she sighs, and I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly.

She lays against me quietly, with my dick still inside her, and I kiss her neck, her jaw, then nuzzle her ear, and she giggles happily, obviously in no hurry to extricate herself from her current position.

I sigh, relaxing back and allowing myself to revel in what will likely be one of the most erotic moments of my life. And also, possibly one of the most impactful moments of my life, as well.

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And So, the Honeymoon Ends

Issa

It’sbeenafewweeks since we finally consummated our relationship, and we’ve been taking turns attempting to fuck each other into oblivion as often as possible.

Between recording and promotional spots, we know we can’t be together all the time, but when we are together, we spend every moment touching and laughing, and it is the most surreally fantastic feeling ever.

Of course, like all good things, they eventually have to come to an end, but that doesn’t mean I expected it to come to a screeching halt so soon.

We’re just leaving a premiere when an influx of reporters surrounds us, most of them asking us the typical invasive yet harmless questions we’ve become accustomed to over the last few weeks.

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