7. Chance

Damn, this woman, it sounds cliché, but Peyton is mine, my match, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Having her like I have already knowing she loves everything I do to her body, I'm the exact same fucking way.

"Stay just like that. There's something I've been fantasizing about doing for months." I fist my cock, not stroking it though. If I did that, I'd shoot my wad all over those luscious tits of hers. Instead, I have something else in mind.

"And what could that be? I mean, if you've been having thoughts about this for months, I imagine you have quite the spank bank full of material." Her smile is full and bright.

"Oh, you have no idea. Don't think we won't be working our way through yours." I nod to her tits. Peyton gets the hint. Her hands cup the undersides, bringing them up, as I move my body closer to hers.

"You'll probably hate mine, what with the display you put on earlier with me over a swimsuit coverup." She rolls her eyes.

"Oh, you're going to tell me all about it." I crouch down, placing my cock between her breasts. As soon as she realizes what I'm after, Peyton tightens her hold, causing a delicious friction, my hips moving slow, to our own rhythm.

"I will, but first I'm going to do this." Her mouth engulfs the head of my cock. I was already on the edge when I pulled my length away from her before.

"Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?" I question, not really expecting her to answer.

It's not going to take me long. The tightness of her tits is surrounding my cock, her mouth sucking every inch she can take.

"Fuck," I groan. Peyton moves her mouth off me. My body locks up. I know what's coming and hate like hell we aren't coming together, but I can't hold back. Not this time.

Peyton takes a gulp full of air, then returns to my cock.

"I'm about to come, baby. If you don't want to swallow, back up," I groan, my balls tightening up, the tingling sensation in my body telling me it won't be but a few more thrusts and I'll be coming deep in Peyton's mouth if she doesn't.

When she hums, doubles her effort, I'm set off. My body freezes, coming, and I watch as my woman swallows it down.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you," I say when Peyton pulls her mouth off me, letting go of her breasts, and cleaning up a smear of cum from her chin. She doesn't say anything. I watch as she cleans it up with the tip of her finger, then licks it off with her tongue. And, once again, I'm hard as a rock, but there's no way she's not coming.

"Chance." She's on her knees still. Fuck, I'm a dick. I'm sure she's hurting.

"Sorry about that. I got ahead of myself." I pull her up, my hands wrapping around her body. I need her in my arms, enveloped by my body.

"Hop on, sweetheart," I tell her.

"No need for an apology. That was fun." I press her back against the shower wall, desperately wanting to sink deep inside her. There's no way I'm doing that just yet. Instead, I kiss her, deeply, so thoroughly it has Peyton arching against me. Her wet pussy slides along my cock. This time will be for her though, not me.

I let go of her legs, making sure she's standing before my lips leave hers, moving my way down her body, stopping along the way to lick, nip, and suck on her skin. I make sure not to leave her breasts out of the equation. My woman could probably come from me sucking on them alone.

"Chance," Peyton moans once I'm on my knees, my eyes feasting on her bare pussy.

"I've felt this, never got to see this, but I'm here to tell you, Peyton, it's going to be hard for me not to have you morning, noon, and night." The tip of my tongue gets the smallest taste of her essence. A moan rumbles from deep inside my soul.

My eyes watch her when I hook her leg over my shoulder, opening up the petals of her pussy as I do so.

"I'm not sure you can live between my legs, but if that's an option, I think we should at least try it out," she smarts back. My thumb glides from her clit before sliding inside her. When Peyton rocks her hips up, that's when I take the reins again. My mouth engulfs her center after I move my thumb out of the way, carrying it to that entrance, not quite entering it, but applying pressure back there while I use my tongue to thrust inside her. Her muscles clamp down on my tongue as she rides my face. It brings up another fantasy I've had of Peyton. Her riding my face, me gripping her ass as she grinds down on top of me, my finger penetrating her ass, getting her prepared to take my cock in that forbidden entrance.

"I'm coming," Peyton purrs, as if I didn't know that already. I may have only wrung out a couple of orgasms from her, but I've figured out just what her body does when she's about to come.

"Come for me," I demand against her cunt, the water still beating down around us. Thank God for hotel rooms and hot water.

"Chance." I push my finger into her back entrance, slightly. Nipping at her clit. And that's when Peyton is tipped over the edge.

"Fuck, you taste indescribable," I tell her, slowly licking her to bring her down.

"Yeah, it's kind of how I felt when I tasted you." Peyton slumps down in my lap, her lips searching mine. She doesn't give two shits that she's tasting herself on them.

Her soft purrs against my lips settle deep in my soul. I don't ever want to let her leave my arms. When we pull away from our kiss, we clean up and make our way into the bedroom. Tonight, my only goal is to feed my woman, curl my body around her, and sleep. Maybe that will finally come now that things with Peyton are going better than I ever expected.