Page 133 of Enemy

The little whimper I get in reply is all I need to know. He asked for it. He wants his mouth full of my dick. He wants to feelfucked. Like he’s mine to use until I come.

Clyde can be a cocky shit at times, but in bed? He’s real pliant, and I love that. Love seeing him with his legs spread for me, or mouth open and begging for dick. Even now, the water might be murky, but I swear he’s parted his legs wider.

He chokes when I shove my cock in again, but his muscles feel like they’re made of butter, and he goes right back to sucking, so I go on, pulling his head up, only to drag it down, to meet my hips. His spit mingles with my juices, and despite the cold around us, I’m scalding, and so unbelievably fucking focused on pleasure, I would stay here even if the pool started freezing over.

“Your ass, it’s like a juicy peach, and I can’t fucking wait to top it with some cream.”

The moan I get in return is music to my ears as his tongue dances along every vein of my pulsing tool. I want to flood his mouth with cum and see him swallow so badly my balls tighten. I’m almost there as the images in my head mingle with the reality of my man offering himself to me. His lips are swollen, wet, his face a dark red, and when his blue eyes peek at me, hazy with lust, my balls tighten, and I let go.

If this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is. My life might be hard at times, but right now, in the quiet hot springs, with my husband-to-be swallowing my cum as he lavishes my dick with the attention of his tongue, I want for nothing.

I’m still catching my breath as Clyde raises his head. He wipes his lips with a smirk, but just as I’m about to say something, he pulls on my legs, and I slide into the water with a splash. I half expect him to push my head down, as that’s not beyond his repertoire of play fights, but he just holds me in his arms, legs wrapping around my waist.

I’m so pumped out, still in a state of bliss, but when his hard dick pokes my stomach, I chuckle and give it a little pat with my face buried in Clyde’s smooth hair. “Want me to do anything about this?”

He smiles and kisses my neck. “Yes. Always.”

The end