Chapter 28

Kalista

I wring the sponge tightly between my hands, watching as the water cascades across Griffin’s tanned skin. It pours across his chest, dripping quickly down the curvature of his muscles.

He smiles up at me, his eyes burning with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I dip the sponge back into the cool water, this time bringing it down to brush across his skin.

He breathes heavily, watching me run the sponge ever lower across his abdomen.

I stop just below his navel, arching an eyebrow at him in challenge.

“You’re killing me,” he says, his voice heavy.

After having to endure his teasing, it feels good to be the one in control.

“Am I?” I ask, bringing the sponge back up to his chest.

After having to endure his teasing, it feels good to be the one in control.

I lower my head, trailing the soaked fabric with my lips. Slowly, I kiss my way up his stomach, stopping occasionally to nip at his sensitive skin.

I reach his neck, biting roughly at it while my hand trails downward.

His muscles tense as I find his cock, gripping it hard in one hand.

He’s rock hard despite our earlier round, throbbing with tension in my grip.

“Fuck,” he half-moans, driving me to clench him even more tightly. I run my hand up the length of him, marveling in the feel of his skin while I increase my speed.

Just as he’s beginning to thrust back against me, I release him, unclenching my hand from him.

I stand up at his groan, placing myself in front of him.

The look of frustration on his face falls quickly away as he looks at me, watching the water drip down my naked form. It drops coldly from my erect nipples, drawing his gaze.

I reach out quickly, grabbing his hands to pull him into a standing position. Guessing my intent, he doesn’t resist. He rises in front of me, his lips pulled into an expectant grin.

I lower myself, dropping slowly until I’m at eye level with his throbbing cock.

With one hand, I tightly grasp the base of his shaft, positioning him before I take him into my mouth.

Slowly—and torturously, I hope—I slide my lips around him.

My tongue flicks hastily over his head, tasting him, and I hear him groan in response.

“Kalista…” he moans as I shove him ever deeper into my mouth.

His right hand falls down to cup the back of my head, his fingers twining gently through my hair.

I moan around him, still taking things slow at his expense. I wrap my free hand around his leg, clinging to his taut thigh for support while I take him fully.

His dick finds the back of my mouth, and I moan louder, reveling in the feel of him against my tongue.

His body is tense with desire, muscles strained against my hand.

I continue to move slowly until he can’t take it anymore, his hand beginning to push gently against my head.

I cave, increasing my speed to match his desire, my hand moving in time with my mouth.

The taste of him on my tongue has me dripping wet, his solidity in my mouth driving me close to insanity.

I bring him to the edge of release, feeling his fingers tighten around my skull as his thrusting becomes erratic.

With a final pull, I draw him back, taking the time to savor the feel of his head between my lips before I remove him fully.

My eyes travel upward, meeting his rabid gaze as he stares down at me.

Before he can question in, I’m standing again, planting my hands into his chest to shove him forcibly backward.

He lands back into a sitting position, water splashing up around him.

Without wasting anytime, I’m on him, lowering myself onto his lap. I reach down to grip him once more, directing his engorged cock towards my dripping pussy.

Crying out loudly, I slide myself onto him.

My self-control has evaporated, the need to feel him back inside of me overruling every other consideration.

I grind myself hard against him, shoving his still throbbing cock deep into me.

“Griff!” I scream, feeling the length of him.

He reaches up, grabbing roughly at my ass. With both hands, he pulls me harder against him, frantically shoving himself deeper into my pussy.

Leaning forward, he takes my hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

I feel his tongue flicking against the delicate flesh, circling my areola as he thrusts away beneath me.

I twine my fingers through his hair, pulling hard against it, my orgasm building inside me, heat shooting through my core.

Molten lava seems to course through me, every movement bringing it closer to exploding. My nerves are alight, every inch of me desperate for the release that Griffin is offering.

With a final thrust, I feel myself tip over the edge. My fingers clamp down hard on his head, my body tensing tightly around him.

He moans at my tightness, only redoubling his efforts. I scream loudly into the small bathing chamber, my ecstasy echoing off of the walls in waves.

“Griff!” I shout again, driving myself even harder against him.

I come hard, my vision blurring at the edges from the intensity.

Just as I feel the intensity begin to ebb, he pulls me harder against him. His muscles are tight, his breathing is erratic, and I can I feel his own orgasm building. I drive myself back against him, needing to feel him come.

“Yes!” I scream, ramming myself onto him until my muscles ache.

The tension begins to build once again inside me, my pussy clamping around him as he approaches his climax.

“Kalista!” he shouts, as he comes inside of me, filling me yet again.

I answer with my own cry, feeling yet another orgasm rip though me.

Together, we come again, my unintelligible sounds echoing around us as we frantically grind against one another.

It seems to last forever, the feeling of his cock inside of me almost too much to take.

As it passes, I grind myself slowly to a halt, his hands now clinging hard around my hips.

I let out a small chuckle of delight, still completely amazed with the intensity of being with him.

Slowly, I bring myself to a standing position, hating the void that’s left when I pull him out of me.

I smile down at him, watching the way his chest labors after our exertions.

“Well?” I ask, a smile pulling at my lips.

He throws his head back against the edge of the pool, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“I’m pretty sure you missed a spot.”