“Not completely,” he informed her as he helped her to step in.
He pressed his body up against hers, forcing her to take a slow step back before he lowered her to the ledge that surrounded the tub. The tile was cold on her butt, drawing a shriek from her and making Sawyer chuckle.
Directly in front of her, Sawyer lowered himself to his knees in the tub while she sat with her feet in the water. He situated himself first before maneuvering her legs, eliciting a gasp from her when he propped each of her feet on the sides of the tub, spreading her legs wide, putting her on full display for him.
“Now that’s exactly how I’ve imagined you,” Sawyer said gruffly. “Only one thing’s missin’.”
“What’s that?” The words came out on a croak.
“My tongue,” he explained, “right here on your sweet pussy.”
Kennedy’s head fell back on her shoulders when he swiped his tongue along her slit. Her skin tingled, the warm rasp of his tongue over her sensitive nerve endings combined with the chill that still lingered in the room despite the humid warmth escaping from the water, had her crying out.
Thanks to the way he’d propped her up, she couldn’t use her hands because they were flat on the tile behind her, currently the only thing keeping her upright as Sawyer’s tongue did wicked things to her clit. She wanted to latch onto his hair, to pull him closer, to force him to fuck her with that skilled tongue, but she couldn’t, so she settled on moaning her pleasure.
Sawyer’s hands slid up under her legs, wrapping around and holding her thighs, pulling her toward him while he continued to lap at her, making her crazy with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples were so tight, they hurt, and part of her wished he’d give them a little attention, but she could hardly think past the glorious rasp of his tongue against her pussy.
“Sawyer . . .” Kennedy inhaled sharply, her body tightening, her core tingling. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He didn’t say anything, but he groaned, the vibrations against her clit pushing her closer and closer to the jagged edge she was grasping tightly to because it just felt too damn good. But then Sawyer sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it ruthlessly, and the next thing Kennedy knew, she was soaring, her body so replete, she feared she was going to fall over. If it weren’t for his strong arms banded around her, pulling her to him and then into the water, she would have.
Without a word, Sawyer adjusted his position so he was leaning back against the tub wall, while she straddled him, her face tucked against his neck while her body continued to shudder.
“That was better than I imagined,” Sawyer told her, his hand caressing the back of her hair while he held her to him.
“Yeah?” She could hardly speak, but she managed to force the word out, not really caring for him to elaborate.
They were silent for a couple of minutes until Kennedy came back to herself and when she did, she realized she had reached between their bodies and was slowly stroking his cock beneath the water. He had begun a gentle moan, his hand tightening on the back of her head so she continued until Sawyer was pumping his hips upward, driving his erection into her fist.
As much as she wanted that to continue, Kennedy had other ideas. Because after all, if he could live out his fantasies, then so should she.
SAWYER WAS ENJOYING the hand job, content to sit in the hot water with Kennedy’s weight over him while she stroked his dick, so when she moved, he growled his annoyance, pulling a seductive grin from the auburn-haired beauty.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked, his voice choppy.
“Because it’s my turn,” she explained. “Up on the ledge.”
Sawyer cocked an eyebrow, unable to keep from smiling. She didn’t have to tell him twice.
As soon as she moved off him, Sawyer propelled himself up onto the edge of the tub, his legs in the water.
“Feet on the edge.”
“Darlin’, as hot as that sounds, I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”
“Fine, then one foot,” she instructed, patting the tiled ledge with her hand.
Sawyer complied, extending his leg and resting it on the side while Kennedy moved between his thighs. Her soft, wet hands circled his dick, both of them at the same time while her eyes trailed her movements. He alternated between watching her face and the way she stroked him so gently, he wanted to beg her to grip him tighter.
However, all thought fled when her little pink tongue slipped out and circled the head of his dick. She didn’t take him into her mouth, just merely licked him like a fucking lollipop and he was damn near ready to grab her head and pull her closer. She was tormenting him and as much as he enjoyed it, he was dead set on coming in her sweet mouth.