“Somehow, a laughing dom just doesn’t make sense,” she laughed back at him.
“Well, maybe not, but I really want to feel that ass while I take you from behind again.” Once he bent her over the edge and spread her legs, he took his rigid cock and slid it between her lips and quickly into her. The first plunge was met with a gasp from her but by the second plunge she reached behind and pulled him closer. In the minimal light from the house, he could see her mop of hair, petite back and glorious ass rocking with him as he took control. As he drove in and out she began moaning and crying out, begging him to go harder, faster, deeper. Her hands clenched on a piece of decking next to the tub while she met his thrusts with her own lunges back towards him. Her back arched and her head rose up as a guttural groan announced her impending orgasm.
Watching her thrash in the throes of ecstasy was more than enough to trigger Tom’s own climax. Somewhere in the remote recesses of his mind he sensed he had had few orgasms so physically intense as this one was. After he collapsed over her and they both relaxed, he thought about what had just happened. A wild orgasm, fantastic even, had torn through his body but yet he had to admit, there was something still missing: the closeness with Abby he had come to appreciate even more than the orgasms.