I reached down and rubbed myself under the waters and bubbles while I sucked him off.
Peter let out a masculine growl and pushed me back. He stepped into the tub and followed my retreat as I moved up against the far side of the tub. With nowhere else to go, I found myself at his mercy.
Peter ran a hand up my leg from ankle to hip. He squeezed the meaty flesh and pushed down, forcing me against the porcelain. I whimpered in response, my need blossoming into something I would soon not be able to control, and he leaned over me to worship my lips with kisses. Water ran down my wrists and forearms when I reached up to touch his face to trace every line and inch of skin into the memory of my fingertips. He smiled against my lips, and my fingers fell to his jaw, where I felt his pulse fluttering beneath my touch.
Peter ran his hand across the cut of my hip and thigh, pausing only for a second before falling between my legs so he could rub me under the water. As soon as he touched me, the tension below my belly felt like someone had pulled two ends of a knot to tighten it. I gasped. Peter eased his finger inside me.
The knot came untethered.
I melted against the tub with a satisfied sigh and Peter rained kisses down my neck and over my chest. I breathed deep and slow as he worked his magic with his fingers. The water sloshed gently at the edges of the tub. When Peter gave me another finger, I gripped both edges and spread my legs. He pushed in deep and fucked me hard. Some water spilled over the edges to land with wet slaps against the tile floor.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Peter silenced me with his mouth over mine. I gave in to his kisses as he forced my head back. He continued fucking me with his fingers until I thought I was going to explode. Then right before it happened, he left me empty.
Peter pushed back with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He knew what he’d done to me.
I let out a frustrated growl and shifted to my knees. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I’d show him.
I crawled across the bottom of the tub. He watched me come, and when I reached him, I sat in his lap. His cock pressed up against me and I lowered myself onto him. He slid inside me under the water. The sensation was exquisite, and I had to hold on to his shoulders as I balanced on the balls of my feet.
Slowly, I bounced on his cock.
More water sloshed over the edge of the tub, but neither of us paid it any mind. Peter’s hands fell on my waist and he guided me up and down until he couldn’t take it anymore. He held me fast, forcing me to take all of his cock.
I cried out with pleasure.
Peter bucked his hips and drove deeper inside me.
The orgasm he’d teased me with spilled over just like the water. It rippled through me and I screamed his name at the ceiling and threw my head back. My hair was a soaking wet tangled mess and my ponytail slapped against my back as he fucked me hard and fast.
I was struggling to collect my bearings when Peter stood with his cock still inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he got out of the tub. I kissed him greedily as he searched blindly for the towel rack. He wrapped us up in the towel and patted us dry before walking us into the bedroom. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and all the while, I could feel the size of him inside me.
Peter dropped me on the bed, took me by my hips, and flipped me over onto all fours.
I grinned at him over my shoulder and went down on my elbows, teasing him with my ass in the air.
He spanked me. I yelped. He slapped my ass again, and I pushed back, desperate to be fucked hard and deep.
Peter stroked himself before running his cock up and down my pussy. I was dripping wet and did not care to be teased anymore. I pushed back again, taking the first few inches of his cock. Peter leaned over me and grabbed me by the back of the neck.