Page 16 of When You're Home
Bubbles erupted from the jets as purple and blue lights danced under the surface of the water. The water was scalding already, and goosebumps cropped up over her entire body on contact. She lazily moved away from the stairs to make room for Rhett. She turned around just in time to see him step in.
His perfect, hard dick jutted out in front of him. She couldn’t get enough of the way he stood so confidently before her. She could look at his body all damn day. He noticed her staring and smirked. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and gave his penis a slow stroke, running his thumb over the tip to capture the moisture already visible on the end.
He slowly lowered himself into the hot tub and perched on his usual seat to the right of the stairs before beckoning for her to join him. Two curled fingers and a knowing glance—that’s all it took for him to dominate the moment.Tori felt her body move through the water before she even fully synthesized what was happening.
Once she was within arm’s reach he caught her, pulling her into his body but turning her around so her back was against his chest. She settled in between his legs and felt herself go soft. She molded her body into his and relaxed into his arms. His mouth found her earlobe as his hands began to explore. She could feel his rock-hard erection pressed against her bum, perfectly in line with her ass.
The ache between her legs was already overwhelming. She rolled her hips back along his dick, craving more contact. She lifted herself up slightly and realigned her body even closer to Rhett’s. If she wasn’t wearing bathing suit bottoms he would already be buried inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick, shifting herself forward so the tip aligned with her center.
Rhett let out a hiss of approval. “You a little eager tonight, V?” he whispered into the shell of her ear. Tori kept her hand wrapped around him as she pressed his length against her own bundle of nerves.She wasn’t as focused on jacking him off as she was on using his body for her pleasure.
His hands made their way up her arms and over her chest. He stayed above the fabric, using the purchase of the cloth to create extra friction against her breasts while kissing her neck from behind. He pinched and teased her nipples into stiff peaks. The combination of his demanding touch and the scalding water short-circuited her brain as her body registered the sensations as both pain and pleasure.
His mouth on her neck. His hands on her breasts. His dick pressed against her. It was all too much and yet somehow not enough. She needed more, and she needed it now.
“That feels so good,” she encouraged him, breathless. She tried to turn around to kiss him, but he just pulled her in tighter against his chest and held her in place.
“Stay,” he whispered in her ear, holding her in place. “Let me do this for you, beautiful. I want to make you feel so good.”
There was no way she was going to fight him on that. He continued to caress her, picking up the pace as her body responded to his touch. Every time he kissed her neck, she felt a warm, tingly sensation in her sex. She grinded her hips back on his lap, matching the pace of his hands and his kisses. All the tension of the day unraveled with his touch. This is what she wanted. This is what they needed. She involuntarily bucked her hips back into him again, harder this time, desperate for more.
Apparently, that was the sign Rhett had been waiting for. He used one hand to hold her close, bracing her against him as the circulating water threatened to pull her away. His other arm hooked under her from behind, forcing her to spread her legs wide. They were alone and surrounded by a privacy fence, but the position still made her feel exposed in the best way.
“If I take these off again, do you promise to leave them off this time?” She could feel his fingertips already working at the knot of her bikini bottoms.
“Promise,” she panted, reveling in the warmth of the water and the heat of her mounting arousal. She felt him smile against the side of her face. He had the first knot undone in seconds before moving to the other hip.
The moment she was exposed, he pressed his entire hand against her, palming her and claiming her. His fingertips pressed into her clit while his palm rested firmly against her entrance. He held her like that for a breath, and then another. The anticipation of what he would do next nearly sent her spiraling. Finally, he began to move his fingers, working her clit with the same deftness he had used on her nipples.
Tori’s mind went blank as she lost herself to the rhythm of his hand. He knew just where to stroke and exactly how hard to press to bring her climax to the surface. She clenched her thighs together at the first signs of her building orgasm.
“Not yet,” Rhett ordered, his voice heavy with desire. He moved his hand away as she whimpered. She ground her hips back into him again, trying to gain purchase against something, anything, to meet the need between her legs.
He lifted her off of him and stood up in one motion. She whipped around to face him, agitated to have been snapped out of the moment. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her: she could only imagine how wanton she looked.
“I’ve got you,” he reassured her with a devilish smile. “I have an idea I want to try.” He turned her around again then gingerly guided her forward. Tori played along, excitement coursing through her body as she let him push her toward the side of the hot tub.
“Kneel down,” he commanded. Tori fumbled slightly as she found her balance. She was kneeling on the seat he had just occupied, her upper body exposed out of the water. His hand slid down her spine, his fingers dipping into the crack of her bare ass below the water. His thumb lingered against her back door while the rest of his hand caressed her. The new angle sent a fresh jolt of wanting through her already primed body.
“Rhett, please,” she begged as she squirmed against his hold.
“I said I’ve got you,” he crooned into her ear before grazing his teeth against her earlobe.
Before she could sass him back, she felt him wrap a strong arm around her stomach. He lifted her body with ease and moved her a few inches to the right. When he lowered her back into the water, she gasped. He had lined her up perfectly with one of the jet streams of the hot tub. She almost came on contact.
“Is that okay?” he murmured into her ear as his fingers circled her opening.
“Yes.” All coherent thought left her consciousness. She couldn’t conjure up any other word to express her pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned as he pushed two fingers into her at once, stretching and massaging the front wall of her core like he knew she liked. Within a minute, he had worked another finger into her, eliciting a deep moan of appreciation. He began to thrust in and out, mindful not to move her away from the stream of the jets for too long. She didn’t know where to focus. There was pressure and pleasure building in every limb of her body.
“Rhett,” she exhaled, unable to formulate any other words or make sense of what was happening. He continued to move in and out, building her up then withdrawing his hand for a few seconds at a time. Her mind went blank. Her other senses dulled. All she could feel was the water surging over her clit and Rhett’s hand driving into her. There was only this. There was only him.
The buildup dragged on for a torturously long time before an orgasm ripped through her so hard one of her knees slipped off the seat. She didn’t have enough awareness to care that she was at risk of drowning.
“Whoa, whoa there.” Rhett caught her and moved her away from the jet stream. He steadied her body against his, supporting her weight with his arms. His touch was gentle and loving, a sharp contrast from the unrelenting force he had just used to make her come.
He chuckled into her ear, spinning around to sit back down. “Fuck, Tori. You are so loud.” She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure she hadn’t realized she had made any sound at all.
She felt him move her body through the water until she was cradled in his lap. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and sighed. They sat in silence, save for the soft moans she let out every few breaths as she rode out the aftershocks of bliss.
