Page 29 of Puck with Karma
One hand is still wrapped around the edge of the tub when she brings her other one to my head. She wraps her fingers into my hair and pulls. I’ve never been into pain during sex, and I have no idea if it’s just because it’s her, but the pleasure I get from it travels through my body and doesn’t stop until it reaches my hard cock.
Blindly, I let go of her breast, leaning back and away from her despite her still pulling on my hair. The fingers in her pussy are moving faster, with the middle one searching for the one spot I know will set her off.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her when she brings her head down to see why I am not still attached to her breasts. Her hair is wet and her makeup is almost washed off her eyes, leaving traces of eyeliner behind, making her look like the best fantasy come to life.
“I want to come.” Her face scrunches into a painful wince, like she is about to cry. “Make me come, Xander.” She lets go of my hair and grabs onto the edge of the tub again.
I continue moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, the back of my hand rubbing against my cock with each motion of my wrist. With my free hand, I touch one nipple, then the other, squeezing, gauging her reaction by how hard she is tightening the walls of her pussy around my fingers.
“That feels good.” She is gasping for air now as she is getting closer to her release. “If you stop,” she manages to say through labored breath, “I will kill you.”
The snort of laughter escapes the back of my throat without me even realizing it. I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed during sex.
Without warning, her eyes glaze over and her mouth drops open, the steam around us adding a new layer of thrill to this entire experience.
“Abigail,” I groan when she drops hard on my fingers and pushes the back of my hand more into my cock. “Just like that, baby,” I direct her. “Do it again.”
She listens so well, eager to please me and do what I tell her to.
“You are amazing,” I whisper through the cloud of steam and lust around us. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.” She squeezes my fingers so much tighter. “It will be so deep inside,” I continue, “you are going to taste it.”
She grinds herself on me, which only helps to add more pressure onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I mumble, my brain unable to process what’s real and what’s only in my imagination. “You’re going to be so tight… So wet…” This is definitely my fantasy speaking now. “I’m going to slide right in.”
“Xander.” She is moving so much faster now, her back bowing against my knees.
“I’m going to make you wait.”
My middle finger that’s in her pussy finally finds her sweet spot, and she jumps when I glide over it.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to…”
I’m talking about our next time, but she takes it seriously now. I can feel her entire body tightening, struggling to hold back and not find the release it’s craving.
“You’re going to squeeze my cock just like that.” She tightens again around my fingers. “Like… that…”
The tip of my tongue is sticking out in the corner, concentration being the only thing stopping me from coming right now. I feel sweat running down the sides of my face and into my eyes, but it is not a big enough of a distraction. Tingles spread from the bottom of my spine, up and down until they grab me by the balls and refuse to let go.
“Be ready.”
I give her one warning, but she is already there.
“I can’t wait,” she cries out.
When she comes, she is all my fantasies from when I was teenager come to life. Her incredibly blond hair is thrown back, touching my knees and the water around us, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. Her tits move every time she inhales, looking perfect in their splendor.
The relief I feel when I come takes me by surprise, mostly because I hadn’t even realized I’d let go, so taken with the show she is putting on for me.
“Fuck,” I say one more time before my vision gets blurry and my heartrate is through the roof. I let go, not caring one bit that I still have my jeans on or that I didn’t even take my cock out.
I’m not sure how long we stay suspended like that, in a make-believe world where it’s just us, in a tub full of hot water and with stars in our eyes. I’ve never felt this good during sex, and considering I didn’t even get to be inside her, that says a lot.
“Xander,” she whimpers once she’s finally stopped moving.
She falls against my chest, both arms wrapped around my neck, refusing to move an inch. I don’t mind it one bit despite the fact that my body temperature is currently through the damn roof. I might black out if I don’t get out of this bathroom soon.
Just as I am in the middle of a prayer for my legs to hold me when I’ll get up with Abby in my arms, I hear commotion at the main door to the apartment.
