Page 64 of Pucking Fate

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I whisper into her ear as I place a kiss near it. “You’re gonna make me come just from all your wiggling.”

“Mmm,” Maya moans when her trembling body begins to relax, though her core still grips my fingers. She eventually grabs my hand to pull it free from her even though I was planning on getting her off on my hand at least one more time.

Surging forward, Maya puts enough space between us to turn around. Kneeling in the tub between my legs, her hands grip either side of the tub before she leans forward and kisses me deeply.

My right hand is lowering to my dick to give myself some relief when she grabs it and places it where hers was on the tub. She does the same with my left hand, then holds hers over them to keep them there.

“Come on, baby. I’m so close already,” I tell her, my balls agonizingly heavy. “Only you can make me come so damn fast.”

“Do you remember how much I used to love to swim?” she asks quietly while still kneeling between my legs, her cheeks flushed, so gorgeous it hurts.

“Huh?” I ask, since there’s not enough blood flowing to my brain to keep up with the sudden change in topic.

“I loved swimming, and I can still hold my breath for a really long time.”

“That’s…great, baby,” I tell her. “We’ll take Finley to the pool someday. But right now, I’m hurting so—” That’s the last word out of my mouth before Maya’s face disappears under the water and… “Holy shit!” I shout. Her head is almost entirely submerged in the deep tub as she wraps her fingers around my cock. She takes me into her mouth, applying that heavenly suction.

Her head begins to bob, nearly breaking the surface before diving back down, taking me to the back of her throat.

My grip on the sides of the tub tightens a little more with each pleasurable second until I’m holding on with a white-knuckle grip. I don’t dare reach for her head to hold it down and chance drowning her. Besides, she’s doing just fine without my…

“Fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!” I warn her when my entire body jerks with the first pulse of my release. My hips thrust upward on their own over and over again, chasing the cresting waves of pleasure, drawing them out, trying to make them last as long as possible as Maya strokes me and swallows every drop of my cum.

I throw my head back onto the rim of the tub when the shudders come to an end. A moment later, I realize Maya’s face is still underwater. Grabbing her now soaked, messy bun, I pull her head up by the strands.

Lips parting in a gasp of much-needed oxygen, water droplets pour down her face from her soaked hair until she reaches up and wipes it away from her eyes. My mouth claims hers as soon as she’s sucked in a few breaths of air.

Returning the kiss with as much enthusiasm, Maya straddles my lap without breaking it. Oh, and her soft folds stroke over my half-hard dick, making me wish I was ready to go again.

Pulling her back by her hair to see her face, I tell her, “That…was fucking amazing.”

Smiling, she says, “You’ve never had an underwater blowjob before?”

“God, no. I can’t believe you held your breath for that long…”

“It wasn’t that long,” she mocks me with a grin.

Gripping her hips, I press her body down on that exhausted part of my body. “It was definitely long. I just couldn’t last more than two minutes in your mouth.”

“Right,” she agrees with a laugh.

“You know, I can hold my breath for a while too…” I tell her.

“Oh, really?” she asks, her eyes widening when I begin to slide down into the water. Wrapping each of my arms around her thighs, I hold my breath and disappear under the water, underneath Maya’s spread thighs, keeping her body lowered to my face so she can’t move when I swipe my tongue through her folds.

Her moan above me is muffled as I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit. Opening my eyes under water, I look up and see a blurred Maya shove her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming louder. That only makes me work harder to get her off.

And I overestimated how long I could hold my breath. I have to break the surface to suck in some air twice. Unlike me, Maya has no problem pushing my head back under the water, making me chuckle before I get back to work. As soon as I suck her swollen bud into my mouth, her thighs tremble then rock rapidly toward my face.

My lungs are ready to explode before the tension finally leaves her body and I break through the surface again.

“Jesus, Christian,” Maya gasps as I wipe the water from my face.

“That was one hell of a baptism, baby. I thought you were going to let me drown,” I tease her.

This is what has always been missing with every other woman—fooling around is fun with Maya. It’s not about rushing to the finish line. I just love being with her in every way possible.

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