She held his dick to her mouth, lapping over and around the head, her eyes drifting up to meet his on occasion.
“Suck me, Kennedy,” he encouraged, sliding one hand on the top of her head.
Her lips curled up in a smile and she moaned, allowing the head to ease between her lips.
“I want to fuck your face,” he told her, watching for her reaction.
Kennedy nodded, pulling his dick from her mouth and running her tongue along the underside. She laved his balls briefly before going back to take him in her mouth once again. When she did, Sawyer moved forward, dropping his leg into the tub beside her, his fingers tangling in her hair while he pulled her head forward.
“Open,” he instructed.
Her mouth formed a perfect O and Sawyer leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock inside. The wet heat engulfed him, sending shards of pleasure to his balls. He retreated just as slowly, only to push in again.
“Take me as deep as you can.” Sawyer again pushed forward, this time continuing until his cock was lodged deeper in her mouth. He pulled out and returned. “Deeper.”
Sawyer slowed, pushing in until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. When her eyes began to water, he pulled back briefly before entering her mouth once more. After several times, Sawyer slowed his movement, stopping when his cock hit the back of her throat again, this time not retreating. “Swallow,” he instructed.
When she did, her throat tightened on the head of his dick, an electric current of sensation racing to his balls. He didn’t linger, not wanting to choke her. “Holy fuck, that was so hot. One more time, baby.”
When Kennedy’s throat worked around his cockhead, he nearly lost it, pulling back before plunging into her mouth again, this time holding her head and driving past her lips, fast and shallow. Over and over he kept fucking her mouth while Kennedy fondled his balls with her fingers. She never tried to pull away even when his hands had tightened on her head, tugging her hair as he increased the pace, pulling her head toward him while his dick bottomed out in her mouth.
“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” he told her. “Fucking your mouth. So damn sweet.”
Sawyer was still holding back, not wanting to hurt her, but when Kennedy increased the suction, pulling him deeper, moaning when he would pull her hair, Sawyer let loose, fucking her mouth hard and fast.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Fuck, Kennedy. I’m gonna come in your sweet mouth. I want to watch you swallow. Oh, fuck yes.” Sawyer continued to drive his hips forward while pulling her head down onto him until his balls had tightened up against his body. In, out, in, out. Sawyer stilled, shoving his dick deep as he came. Kennedy’s lips wrapped tightly around him while he pulsed, her throat working as she swallowed everything he had to give her.
Lord have mercy.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, after relaxing in the warm water with Kennedy in his arms, Sawyer was ready to go again. After he came, he had slid into the water, pulling Kennedy on top of him again and holding her there while he explored her mouth, tasting himself there. Only when the water began to cool did he suggest they get out. Two towels and a quick rubdown later, Sawyer was dragging Kennedy to his bed, flipping on the lamp on the nightstand.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, Kennedy standing between his spread legs, while he trailed his fingers over every one of her magnificent curves. He gave her nipples attention, sucking and nipping while she wrapped her hands around his head, and then, when he’d worked her up for a few minutes, he eased back and pulled her onto the bed with him.
His mouth found hers, his hands roaming over her back, the swell of her ass, her thighs. He continued to fondle her slowly, dipping his finger between her ass cheeks, until she was lifting her ass in the air, giving him better access to her slick pussy. When she pulled her mouth from his, Sawyer grinned.
“Condom?” Kennedy asked, glancing over at the nightstand.
“Top drawer,” he told her.
“I thought you didn’t bring women here,” she said, glaring down at him.
“I don’t. Doesn’t mean I don’t have them on hand for when I need them. Is there a better place I should store them?”
Kennedy studied him for a moment, but then she surprised him, leaning over and pulling out an opened box and retrieving one of the condoms. She sat up, kneeling over his legs as she ripped the package open.
“Fuck,” he growled when she slid the condom over his throbbing dick, her hands teasing him as they went. When he was suited up, Sawyer met her eyes again. “Tell me what you want.”
Kennedy’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?”