“Impatient hussy,” I taunted even as I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed the corner of her smiling mouth.
“Arrogant jerk.”
“No arguments here.”
Her laugh sounded so fucking sweet, I had to taste it with my tongue. Almost instantly, the kiss exploded with heat and furious need. Bianca clawed at me, pulling closer as if she could press me into her body forever. I peeled her hands off, banded an arm around her waist, and flipped us so I was on the bottom. She gasped as I dragged her up my body by the hips until she was forced to brace herself on the tub behind my head. I sank into the water a little more and there it was, Bianca’s gorgeous, damp pussy, the soft blonde curls springy.
She tried to say something, protesting maybe because my shoulders pressed her wide open for my gaze, but I silenced her by parting her folds with my tongue. She remained awkwardly stiff for only a moment more before I mouthed her clit between my lips and sucked. Then, she melted, every bone in her body softening like butter under the heat of my ministrations.
I ate her softly at first, sampling every inch of her like a fucking delicacy. When she started moaning and writhing, humping gently against my mouth in a way that made me throb, I increased the intensity until I was slurping up the juices running down her thighs, biting at the soft skin beside her groin and tonguing hotly at her entrance. I was insatiable for her, inconsolable with need to devour every inch of her beautiful body.
I slanted my gaze up her body, beyond the heavy slope of her chest to her shattered expression. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back so her long, wet hair trailed in the suds, and brought her hands up to play with her breasts as she began to properly fuck into my mouth.
There she was, the good girl giving way for my wanton slut.
I fucking loved it.
My fingers bit into her plush thighs to keep her still as I broke her apart with my tongue. When she came the first time, she bowed so forcefully I worried her spine would snap, but the second time, she melted into my mouth so fully I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t even fucking care.
“Tiernan,” she begged, pulling at my shoulders, her wet fingers slipping. “Please, I need you inside me. I want to come again all around you.”
A ragged groan tore through me, ripped from my tight groin up over my cum-covered tongue. Without replying, I tugged her back down into the water.
“Thank God,” Bianca murmured like a prayer as her hands scrambled to undo my pants and peel the wet fabric away from my straining erection.
When she finally managed, hands shaking with an eagerness that made me leak precum, she fisted my dick and immediately settled herself over me. She sank down forcibly, taking me all the way to the root even though it must have stretched and burned. Her groan was long and low, an animal sound that moved through me like a drug.
“I have to fuck you,” she explained almost desperately as she planted her hands on my wet shirt and started to do just that, rocking her hips hard back and forth. “I have to feel you come inside me and know I’m yours.”
“What a filthy girl,” I praised, curling my hands over her hips to help propel her hard up and down on my aching cock. “I love to hear you talk dirty for me. Love to know you’re a slut just for me.”
“Yes,” she hissed, bending to kiss me, her hair a wet, fragrant curtain all around us. “I love how hard you take me. How much you make me want to bend and break open for you however you see fit.”
“Fuck.” I curled up slightly to take one of her swinging breasts in my mouth, biting then sucking at her hard nipple as I held her still in the air and fucked up into her.
“Fuck,” she echoed on a breathless scream as I hammered her at just the right angle to make her shake apart like an earthquake, every inch of her quivering with the raw energy of her orgasm. Her sweet pussy clamped around me, milking me hard until I had no choice but to fill her up with my hot cum.
Our fierce groans and gasping moans faded into breathless sighs as we both spiraled down from the height of our climaxes like feathers floating on a down draft. My little thing hugged me tightly, burying her face in my neck even though it meant her chin was in the now-tepid water.
“Walcott is not going to enjoy cleaning up this mess,” I said, my eye to the water, suds, and overturned jar of bubble bath that coated the bathroom floor.