The water steamed around them, hot and fragrant with lavender and something darker, muskier. Lena climbed into the wide clawfoot tub first, her bare skin flushing pink as she sank down, but she didn't stay there long. She turned, water sloshing, and straddled him where he sat against the cool porcelain, her knees bracketing his hips.
Her hands braced on his shoulders, wet hair clinging to her neck and the curve of her breasts. She looked down at him with that half-smile she always wore when she wanted to take exactly what she needed. "Stay still," she murmured, voice low and rough. "I want to feel every inch."
She reached between them, fingers wrapping around his cock, already hard and thick in the heat. She stroked him once, twice, slow and deliberate, thumb circling the head until he hissed. Then she lifted herself, positioned him at her entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion. The water rippled outward in rings as she took him deep, her cunt stretching around him, tight and slick despite the bath.
A low groan escaped her throat.
She rocked her hips experimentally, grinding her clit against the base of him, water lapping at her waist. Her inner walls clenched, pulling him deeper, and she leaned forward so her nipples brushed his chest with every movement.
"Fuck, that's it," she breathed, starting to ride him properly now. Up and down, slow at first, letting the water cushion each descent, then faster, her thighs flexing as she controlled the angle. Each time she bottomed out, her ass met his thighs with a wet slap that echoed off the tile. Her breasts bounced with the motion, droplets flying from the tips. She reached up, cupping one, pinching her own nipple hard enough to make her gasp and clench around him again.
He gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above her hipbones, but she shook her head. "No. Hands on the sides. Let me fuck you."
He obeyed, fingers curling over the tub's edge. She rewarded him by leaning back slightly, changing the angle so the head of his cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside her with every rise and fall. Her pace grew relentless, hips rolling in tight circles before slamming down again. Water splashed over the rim, soaking the floor, but neither of them cared. Her cunt was hot and greedy, gripping him like a fist, fluttering each time she ground her clit down.
Lena's breathing turned ragged. She braced one hand on his chest, nails biting into skin, the other slipping between her legs to rub her swollen clit in quick, firm strokes. "God, you feel so fucking good," she panted. "Deep like this… I can feel you everywhere."
She rode him harder, the water turning to choppy waves around them. Her thighs burned but she didn't slow, chasing the tight coil building low in her belly. Sweat beaded on her upper lip despite the steam. Every downward thrust forced a wet, filthy sound from where they joined, louder than the sloshing. Her head tipped back, throat exposed, mouth open on a silent cry as the first tremor hit her.
Her orgasm rolled through in long, pulsing waves. Her cunt spasmed around him, milking him, inner muscles rippling and squeezing as she kept moving through it, drawing it out. She didn't stop riding even as pleasure made her shake. Instead she leaned forward again, mouth crashing against his, tongue pushing deep while her hips never faltered.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark and wild. "Your turn," she said, voice wrecked. She planted both hands on his chest and rode him with single-minded purpose now, fast and hard, water flying. Her cunt was even tighter after coming, slick and hot and perfect. He felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, balls drawing up tight.
She sensed it, clenching deliberately around him on the next downward stroke. "Come inside me," she ordered, breathless. "Fill me up while I'm on top of you."
That did it. He came with a guttural sound, hips jerking up to meet her as he pulsed deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt. She kept moving, slower now, working every drop from him, grinding down to take it all. Only when he started to soften did she finally still, collapsing forward against his chest, both of them panting, the bathwater cooling around their joined bodies.
She nuzzled his neck, lips brushing his ear. "We should do this again tomorrow," she whispered, already starting to rock her hips once more, feeling him stir inside her. "I want to see how many times I can make you come before the water gets cold."
The water had gone lukewarm by the time she finally climbed off him, but the heat between them hadn't faded. She stood on shaky legs, water cascading down her body, and offered him a hand. They didn't bother with towels right away. Instead she led him to the bedroom, already planning the next round where she'd climb on top again, this time on dry sheets, riding him until neither of them could move. The memory of the bath, the way she'd taken control so completely, the wet slap of skin and the tight grip of her cunt, lingered like steam on the mirror.
She glanced back over her shoulder, smirking. "Ready for round two?"
He was.
