The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

His eyes darkened, and I let out a little whine when he pulled away, his cock sliding out of my cunt.

"Relax, I want to check the water hasn’t gone cold first."

He rose, naked and unashamed, walking to the bathroom. I drank in the sight of him hungrily, my gaze tracing the powerful lines of his back, the flex of his muscles, the firm, perfect curve of his ass, and then his thick, erect cock, all glistening with my cum.

Hot desire pooled in my belly. I was already wanting more. The bathroom was thick with steam when Finnegan finally coaxed me out of bed. The scent of eucalyptus oil and...

"Is that jasmine?" I chuckled. "You got jasmine soap?"

He tipped his head toward a shelf on the bathroom wall. "I got jasmine everything."

My jaw dropped as my eyes scanned the shelf. It was filled with all the jasmine products I used and ones I had never seen in my life.

"What on earth? When did you get all that?"

He shrugged, lowering me to the floor.

The large tub was full and frothing with bubbles. He undressed me slowly, his fingers gentle as they peeled away my clothes. Every time they grazed a bruise, a vein would pop in his forehead.

I gasped as he kissed each one, lips brushing softly over my skin. My legs wobbled when he kissed lower over my belly, making me shudder.

With a groan, he stepped into the tub first, then scooped me off the floor and lowered me in after him.

"Easy, tiger," I chuckled as he settled me between his legs so that I was facing him. The warm water enveloped us both, soothing my sore muscles while his arms wrapped around my waist.

I sighed, leaning closer when he grabbed a washcloth and began washing me. His mouth followed the washcloth down my shoulders, my collarbone, the side of my neck. The hard length of his cock pressing against my ass left me wet, and it wasn’t from the water.

I gripped his shoulders and lifted my hips, settling my soaked pussy against his thick cock. Oh god, yes.

Hot shivers tore down my spine. I threw my head back as I ground against his cock, letting the slick head rub against my clit. Finnegan groaned, hands gripping my hips.

"Abigail," he rasped, voice strained.

I leaned forward, pressing my full breasts against his chest.

His green eyes darkened to my favorite shade — hot, piping, lusty green. He leaned in and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

I moaned loudly, arching my back to push more of my tit into his mouth. Water sloshed around us as I rocked my hips, dragging my dripping pussy along his hard length.

"Gently, love," he groaned against my breast, switching to the other nipple and sucking even harder. His hands gripped my ass, kneading the soft flesh as I moved faster, grinding my clit against his cock.

I was being such a slut for him, and I loved it. The warm water made everything slicker, messier. Every roll of my hips sent ripples across the surface, splashing against the sides of the tub.

My tits bounced in his face as I moved, and he devoured them, sucking, licking, biting gently until I was whimpering with need.

When I tried to bounce harder, impatiently trying to sink onto his cock, he gripped my waist firmly, holding me still.

"Go slow," he growled against my nipple.

"You’re hurt, baby. You shouldn’t be moving around so much."

I whined, trying to grind down anyway, but he pinned my hips in place with strong hands. Then he drove up into me in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying his thick cock deep inside my pussy.

I cried out, head falling back as he filled me. The water splashed violently around us as he started fucking me from below with deep thrusts that made my tits bounce heavily in his face.

He kept one hand on my waist, holding me, while the other cupped my breast, feeding it back into his mouth. He sucked hard on my nipple, tongue swirling as he pounded up into me, the wet slap of skin and water filling the bathroom.

"Fuck, yes, yes baby," I moaned hoarsely. "Your cock feels so good. I love how you fucking stretch me."

He groaned around my nipple, sucking harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. His hips snapped up faster, driving his thick cock into me with powerful strokes that made the water churn around us.

Every thrust hit that spot inside, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I was so wet, my juices mixing with the bathwater, making everything slick and filthy.

"Look at me," he rasped, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. His emerald eyes locked on mine, gazing at me adoringly. "I need to see your eyes when you cum."

I held his gaze as the pleasure built, my hips rolling as much as his grip allowed. The water splashed against the tub walls, the sound mixing with my moans and his low groans.

His cock throbbed inside me, so thick and hard, hitting every sensitive spot as he fucked me deep. When I came, it was so powerful and overwhelming, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I cried out his name, body shaking, tits bouncing as I rode the orgasm. Finnegan followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he filled me with thick, hot ropes of cum, his hips grinding up into me to push every drop deeper.

Our ragged breathing filled the bathroom. I panted, slaked with satisfaction as he kissed me softly.

"Are you okay-"

A soft knock sounded on the bathroom door.

"Finnegan?" River’s voice called from the other side.

"I know you’re in there. Your phone has been ringing nonstop. It’s from Martha."