Page 28 of Puck with Karma
“That’s pretty impressive,” she comments when she presses down a bit.
“It’ll be way more impressive in a minute,” I assure her with a wink, making her laugh.
All of a sudden, the laughter dies on her lips. Water is running down the sides of her face, giant drops hanging onto her eyelashes and making them look impossibly long. Her blue eyes sparkle in anticipation. She looks like a dream.
I take her by surprise when I sit up. The momentum throws her back, but when I bring my knees up, she rests her back against them. The move pushes her breasts up and out of the water, making my eyes zero in on her beautiful tips. I touched them earlier but nowhere near enough.
My eyes lift to hers when I slide a hand in between our bodies. She accommodates me by moving her body around, knowing exactly what I’m doing.
“Touch me,” she whispers when I’m taking too long.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smile, unable to hide the happiness she is bringing me in this moment.
She lets out a sigh when the pads of my fingers finally touch her pussy. I glide one up and down her opening, then concentrate on the hood of her clit, moving just a tad faster with each time. Despite us being in the water, I can feel how turned on she is. If I didn’t have my jeans on, I’d be sliding right into her.
That reminds me that we are in an impossible situation. There will be nothing sexy about it when I have to struggle out of my pants that now feel painted on me.
I bring my knees a little higher, forcing her chest closer to my face. Without ever taking my eyes off her features, I drop my mouth to her breasts, finally tasting her nipple on my tongue.
“Oh god.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I barely even did anything.
I wrap my lips around it and suck almost her entire tit into my mouth, never letting up on the pressure I am putting on it. Her hips are starting to move as her pussy is now rubbing against my hand, looking for more friction. Given our location, that’s not an easy thing to find.
My free hand is now wrapped around the underside of the breast I am sucking into my mouth, and she is completely leaning back against my knees.
Once again, the hot water starts running in the tub when my knee touches the knob, the steam from it almost choking me. I never liked being in a sauna. I just get overheated, and it gives me an overall nauseous feeling. But in this moment, I don’t care at all. I just want her to feel good, and I need to know it was me who made her feel that way.
“More,” she chants, spurring me on.
My cock feels heavy underneath the wet material of my jeans. It is begging for release only inside her body. I wish there was an easier way to just slide them off. Since that is close to impossible right now, I decide to make Abby feel good.
She cries out in distress when her breast comes out of my mouth with a pop. The slightly cooler air is making the wet nipple pucker, almost painfully so.
“No,” she whines. “Don’t stop. Please,” she begs.
Not that I needed an invitation, but I jump on her other breast. Her hips are now moving a little faster, making me want to jerk mine up as well. Water is sloshing in the tub, and I refuse to think about what is happening on the floor.
I finally slide one finger inside her, and she attempts to squeeze it, but it is not enough. I pull it out, then add a second. Then a third. That seems to do the trick. Her internal walls are squeezing, begging for a quick release. I want to drag this out alittle longer, but I know that the more I do it, the longer it’ll take me to get inside her.
With both hands on the edge of the tub on each side, she starts lifting her hips, then dropping back onto my fingers, all while pushing her breast more and more into my mouth. My hand is squeezing it tighter from underneath, most likely cutting some of the circulation in it. But she is into it, and there is no fucking way I am going to stop now.
I am so focused on making her feel good, I don’t even realize when my own hips start moving along. With three fingers still inside her pussy, I use the back of my hand to apply pressure to my cock, wishing like hell I could wrap my entire hand around it. Or, better yet, Abby’s mouth…
That last thought about makes me lose my mind and I start moving faster. Abby’s moans echo all around us, with some unintelligible words thrown in. She is begging for more.
She wants it harder.
She wants it faster.
She wants it now.
My cock is begging for release, to the point where I am completely brain dead. Like in a dream, I hear the water running, spilling over the sides of the tub. The steam in the room is making it harder to see anything other than what’s directly in front of me, which, right now, is Abby’s spectacular chest.
I want to let go in a bad way, but if I do it, I won’t be able to focus on making her come. Although, I don’t think she cares about anything I’m doing to her anymore. She is working her hips like a pro, seeking release that she can only get from me.
With the three fingers inside her pussy, I start circling my thumb around her clit.
“Xander,” she screams, the sound of her voice getting lost into the steam permeating the bathroom.
