WidowsWickedWish by Lynne Barron

quivering, clenching cunny. With his other hand he pinched her
nipple and squeezed her full breast to the rhythm she set with her hand upon
the other.
    Olivia came hard, her entire body trembling, her hand locked
around his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. Her orgasm went on and on,
her body drawn tight, soft mewling sounds falling from her open mouth.
    Jack had never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic than
Olivia coming apart in his arms, lost to the hedonistic pleasure, mindless to
anything but his hand between her legs, his hand on her breast, her hand on the
other.
    “Christ, Livy,” he groaned in wonder as, with one last
shudder, she fell back into the water, fell back against his chest. Water
lapped over the sides of the tub, splashing onto the floor, as she landed with
her ass softly bumping against his rigid shaft.
    She turned her head, her mouth open and searching, and Jack
realized with surprise that he’d yet to kiss her. He’d brought her to climax
without having once kissed her. He fused his mouth to hers, drank in the soft
hum of satisfaction that vibrated on her lips when he thrust his tongue into
her waiting warmth. He kissed her roughly, unable to control the lust that
drove him.
    Olivia reveled in his hard kiss, tilted her head back to
rest on his shoulder and submitted to the beast within him. One trembling hand
rose to delve into his hair, her fingernails scraping along his scalp, tempting
him to deepen the kiss, to unleash the beast. Jack sucked her bottom lip deep
into his mouth, bit down and Olivia whimpered softly, her hand fisting in his
hair.
    Startled, afraid he’d hurt her, scared her, he pulled back,
attempted to break the kiss. She tugged him closer, with only her fingers in
his hair she lured him deeper into the mire of desire that swirled around him,
within him. With a dark, desperate groan Jack let himself go, kissing her long
and hard, his tongue spearing into her mouth, his teeth scraping along her
lips, biting, nibbling, ravenous for her.
    With a low growl, he released her lips, dragged his mouth
along her jaw, down the column of her throat, before wrapping his hands around
her arms and lifting her.
    Olivia met his gaze over her shoulder, her eyes glinting
silver in the glow of the fire in the hearth.
    “On your knees,” he grated out between clenched teeth,
desperate to claim her, to bury his aching cock in her wet heat. “Grab the
rim.”
    With a shuddering breath, Olivia followed his dark command,
her arms stretched out before her, her fingers wrapping around the rim at the
end of the tub as she moved onto her knees, her ass just above the water.
    Jack positioned himself behind her, pushed her legs wide
open with hands that shook, and wedged his hips between her thighs. His hands
skimmed over her soft, supple flesh before coming to rest on her ass. He
squeezed once, twice, his hands molding her warm flesh, his breath stuttering
in his chest as he valiantly attempted to rein in the hunger that thrummed
through his veins.
    Olivia pushed back against his hands, her wet folds brushing
against his cock hanging heavy and pulsing between her legs.
    “Livy,” he whispered, torn between the need to thrust into
her, to fuck her hard and fast, and the need to gentle his possession, to
temper his desire.
    “Please, Jack.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder,
her lips open and wet, her eyes glowing. “Fill my cunny with your cock.”
    And Jack was lost. He brought the engorged head of his cock
to her tight little cunny, gripped her hips and thrust into her wet heat, hard
and deep, until he was buried within, until his balls bounced against her mound
with the force of his penetration.
    “Oh, God!” Olivia cried out, her hips jerking in his hands,
her back curving and her hands gripping the rim of the tub.
    “Damn,” he growled as he withdrew until only the head of his
shaft remained, her inner muscles clenching around him. “Livy?”
    “Again,” she begged,