Three Little Words

The buildup felt like a freight train approaching, a distant vibration that rose to a thunderous roar. I thrust my hips toward her and groaned as searing jets of pleasure erupted from deep within me. She moaned and squeezed my balls, urging more of the salty liquid into her mouth and down her throat.

When the orgasmic rush finally passed, I came to my senses and relaxed my muscles. My hips sank to the deck, and I breathed hard from the force of my climax. Christy sucked gently, coaxing the last of my semen onto her tongue. She swallowed and then pulled back to catch her own breath.

Her lips returned to my cock a moment later. I watched her as she focused all her attention on my manhood. Then I realized she was concentrating on the jet of water as it pulsed against her clit.

She sucked my slowly shrinking penis as her own pleasure grew. She began rocking gently, and her hand disappeared beneath the water. She swallowed more of my flaccid cock until her nose brushed my pubic hair.

Then she stiffened and cried out softly as her own orgasm gripped her.

She began breathing again when her climax subsided, although she didn’t release my penis. She continued sucking, until she shifted sideways and

suddenly leapt backward. She splashed down in the middle of the tub and went under. She came up spluttering as I jumped into the water. I caught her and held her above the surface, but she was already laughing.

“Sorry,” she said guiltily, “I moved my hips, and… that evil jet… hit me… right in the… you-know-what.”

I laughed too, but more in relief. “I thought you were drowning.”

She gave me a funny look.

“Well, I did.”

“I’ve been swimming my whole life… a little water in my lungs never hurt.” She gave me a wet but happy kiss. “Well, it hurts a little, but I didn’t swallow much that time.” She grinned. “I swallowed more of you than water.”

“No kidding,” I said. “I think you drained me. For a while, at least.”

“Well, you promised me…” She thought back. “Again and again and again… and lots more after that. How many was it? Five?”

“Six.”

“Two down—mmm—four to go. I can’t wait!” All of a sudden she grew serious and kissed me. “I love you. I can’t believe I can say it now. I love you.” Her bright blue eyes burned with a new fire as she gazed at me intently.

“Say it again,” she pleaded. “Say it, say it! I wanna hear you. Please, Paul?”

I grinned. “I love you.”

I thought she was going to kiss me again, but she stood and did a little pirouette. Then she ran up the stairs and danced across the deck. Her wet skin reflected the dim light from the hot tub, and her firm breasts bounced as she twirled and leapt and cavorted. She came running back after a minute and splashed down the steps. She grabbed my hands and tugged.

“Come dance with me!”

“I’m not—”

“It doesn’t matter!”

She hauled me up the stairs and glided into my arms. I wasn’t a bad dancer, but I felt like an oaf next to her lithe and graceful movements. She didn’t care. She beamed up at me as we waltzed under the stars.

Unfortunately, the cold air finally forced us back to the warmth of the hot tub. Her good mood lingered and fed my own, so we kissed and fooled around until I finally had to cry uncle.

“I know you love water,” I said, “but I’m about to turn into one big

wrinkle.”

“What should we do instead?”

“I was thinking a quick shower and then bed,” I said with an indulgent laugh.

“Ooh, we haven’t done it in the shower yet.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I am when it comes to the man I love.” She stood and twirled in the center of the tub. Then she practically shouted, “I can say it now!”

“You can say it,” I agreed with another laugh. “But maybe not at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night in suburban Atlanta.”

“Oh, right,” she whispered comically. “Sorry.”

I closed down the hot tub and moved the thick cover into place before we headed inside. The house was dark and quiet as we padded toward the bathroom. I closed the door behind us and then pulled Christy’s towel away. I dropped my own and she slid into my arms. We kissed a couple of times before she grinned up at me and sank to her knees.

“I know I promised we’d do it in the shower,” she said as she kissed my resurgent erection, “but I can’t help myself. I need to suck. Now.”

“Then by all means…”

She closed her eyes and began kissing the underside. I enjoyed the show for several minutes as she played with me and let the anticipation build. Then I watched a sideview in the mirror as she slowly swallowed about half my length. She pulled back and kissed the tip before she took me deep again. Her enthusiasm was incredibly erotic, so I didn’t last very long.

When she knew I was close, she stroked my cock and aimed it at her face.

The first spurt hit her nose. The second drew a pearly line across her cheek and into her open mouth. She wrapped her lips around the swollen glans and swallowed the rest. Then she milked my shaft and squeezed the remaining drops onto her tongue. She smiled up at me with semen still on her face.