my lips, and a puff of breath washes over my face as Alder exhales.
“Thank fuck,” he says, face and voice strained.
With controlled movements, he drags slowly out of me before pushin’ in again, and my eyes close tight, my hands diggin’ into the petals beneath me, clumps of them mashin’ in my fists.
“Alder, Alder,” I chant, because it’s so good, but it’s so damn much.
“I’ve got you, Petal,” he says, keepin’ the slow drag of his pace so that he doesn’t hurt me, his stomach and thigh muscles locked with strain as he forces himself not to pound into me.
And with every steady thrust, more and more wetness coats him, until my body has opened up for him, accommodatin’ his size until the last of the stingin’ stretch is gone, and all that’s left is the delicious fullness.
In a move that surprises myself, I hook my legs around his hips and shove until he gets the picture and we roll. Now perched on top of him, I look down, my breasts risin’ and fallin’ with fast breaths as my hands brace on the hard lines of his stomach.
“I wanna ride you.”
His hands immediately come up to squeeze my ass. “Then ride me,” he says hoarsely, a sheen of sweat collected over his chest. “Bounce those beautiful tits for me while you ride my cock and milk me for all I’m worth.”
I immediately lift up before crashin’ back down on him, and then grind my hips, swivelin’ until I hit a sweet spot. “Yes…” I breathe, my head tippin’ back for a fraction of a second before I drag up and drop down again.
I go faster and faster, makin’ my breasts bounce exactly the way he wanted, and he makes a groanin’ noise before his hands come up to cup them, holdin’ the weight of them in his palms. “You’re gorgeous,” he growls as my knees dig into the petals, but it’s not enough. “So damn perfect.”
I drop down so that we’re chest to chest. I need to feel him everywhere. I need my sensitive nipples to drag over his chest. I need his hand back on my clit, which is why I snatch it from my ass and force his touch back right where I want it.
A hum sounds in my ear at my commandin’ touch, but it seems to please him. “Come on, Petal. Squeeze my thick cock with your tight pussy, and let’s come together.”
A moan comes out of my lips that’s barely heard, because I bury my mouth against his neck as my hips frantically work up and down over him. I’m almost there. Right there. My entire body is coilin’, my muscles are shaky and my breathin’ erratic, and then Alder helps me to slam down on him harder as his hips grind up to me, tearin’ the last inhale right out of my chest as I detonate around him.
My clit shoots pleasure through my body as I come, my orgasm squeezin’ his cock right into oblivion with me. He curses against my shoulder as he jerks up once, twice, three times, and then I’m completely spent, and I topple against his chest, our skin stickin’ together with sweat.
I peel open an eye to see Flint standin’ there in nothin’ but a towel, watchin’ me with unobscured lust.
It’s a helluva view.
“Mmm,” Alder purrs. “I think Medley needs a cold shower first,” he says, as though he’s answering some unvoiced question, his voice a rumble beneath my cheek.
Eww, cold shower? That does not sound good right now when I’m all warm and gooey.
“Can’t. Legs don’t work,” I say, earnin’ a pair of chuckles.
I feel Alder’s lips press against the top of my head. “Come on, Petal. I’ll help you get cleaned up, and then you can rest.”
“Okay, but no funny business,” I say, only half serious. “You guys tired me out.”
He laughs again as he sits up, takin’ me with him. I happily let him do all the work, wrappin’ my legs around his waist so he can carry me to the bathroom. Instead of goin’ through with the cold shower threat, I’m surprised when Alder lowers me into an already filled bath, the water steamin’.
“Ooh, this is nice,” I say, leanin’ back in appreciation as the water soothes the sensitive spot between my thighs. I’m so sated that I could fall asleep right here on the lip of the porcelain tub.
I open my eyes only when I hear the shower turn on.