He doesn’t verbally agree, but I recognize the moment he does. There’s a sudden emptiness when he removes his fingers, but the panic recedes when the smooth head of his cock notches snuggly into place and he controls my hips as he works me lower and lower onto his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight. Tell me if I hurt you.”
I nod, unable to get words through my quickening breaths. With every drive inside me, I stretch more and more to accomodate his size, and it feels so fucking good I want to cry. Needing more, I begin to control the speed, the force, the angle, but the water becomes too choppy. Before I can say anything, Devin stands up, turns, and poses me as easily as a Barbie in a matter of seconds. Now I’m standing on the bench, hands braced on the warm concrete with him driving into me from behind and oh fuck I’m gonna come!
“I’m close,” I pant.
“Not yet. I want my mouth on your cunt when you come.”
Oh God, I want that, too, but... “I don’t think I can hold off.”
“Then I’ll just have to make you come twice. For starters.”
His large hands grip my hips and pull me back, like he’s using my body to jerk off. I peer over my shoulder to watch him and almost climax on the spot. Sections of damp hair hang in front of his forehead, his gaze laser focused where his cock rams into my dripping hole, and every muscle and tendon in his godlike body stands out in relief as he pushes me closer to the knife’s edge of my orgasm.
When an especially strong thrust forces a moan from my throat, his dark eyes flick up to meet mine over my shoulder. As though I’d pulled him out of a trance, he curls one fist into my hair and pulls me up, arching my back so he has easy access to reach around with his other hand to strum my swollen clit.
“Change of plans, baby,” he rumbles into my ear. “We’re going over together this time.”
“Knew you wouldn’t last,” I say with a smug grin.
A deliciously evil chuckle sends tingles down my spine. “Oh, I can last. Always remember that everything I do has a reason.” When I ask him what his reason is, he lifts my right leg and places it on the edge of the pool, opening me up even more, allowing him to go deeper still. “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full of my come. Then I’ll stick my head between your legs, and when I shove my tongue deep into your hot cunt, I’ll know what I taste like mixed with a shot of honey.”
Oh. My. God. He can’t honestly mean--
My thoughts are severed when he pinches my clit and growls a command for me to come as he continues to pound into me like a jackhammer. My body obeys, exploding into a million stars to join the ones in the sky above us. I scream loud and long as I break apart, but the sound is muffled by a wet hand clamped tightly over my mouth. The warm lashes of Devin’s spend cause my hypersensitive walls to clench with aftershocks, milking him dry just like he wanted.
In the post-orgasmic hangover, I barely register that he’s pulled out and moved until he sits on the bench again and slips his head into place directly under me. It takes me a second to react. By that time he’s already gripping my ass with one hand with the other wrapped around the thigh of my bent leg, holding me firm.
Instinctually, my hands fly to his, whether to pry him off or pin him in place, I’m not sure. But then his eyes lock onto mine as he closes the last few inches between us and my intended protest turns into a keening moan loud enough to wake the neighbors, and I. Couldn’t. Care. Less.
Devin keeps breaking my personal records for everything, and I’m starting to suspect that isn’t about to change anytime soon. A lot of guys go down on a girl and dance around with the tip of their tongue like they don’t want to get too close or taste too much. But Devin is the antithesis of those guys. There’s not a molecule of air between me and his mouth as he works to build me up to another record-breaking orgasm.
My hands move to grab purchase in his wet hair, and I pull him to me even tighter. An animalistic glint flashes in his eyes, and his hungry growls vibrate my clit as he spears into me with a stiffened tongue and starts to fuck me all over again. I throw my head back on a sharp gasp, arching so far that the ends of my hair dip into the water. Devin’s strong grip keeps me from accidentally unseating myself, and thank God for that, because I don’t ever want this to stop.
When he starts rubbing the rough pad of his thumb around my clit, I straighten up to look down my body again. I like combining the visual with with the physical sensations, and watching Devin from above like this is the most erotic image I’ve ever seen. The powerful, sexy, arrogant student I fantasized about when I pleasured myself at night for more than six months is naked, in my pool, and strumming my clit as he greedily drinks our come from my body.
Holy Jesus fuckfuckfucking--
“Fuuuck!”
This time I had the werewithall to cover my own damn mouth as I break apart. I don’t normally throw the F-bomb around so frivolously, but when your second orgasm in minutes slams into you like a Mack truck, there’s little help for it.
As I start to come back to myself, I notice the strain around Devin’s eyes and his jaw muscles jumping with tension.
