I turn so my back is to him. “Can you help me?” I ask.
I’m perfectly capable of unclasping my own bra, but in the moment I want this to be more interactive.
He doesn’t hesitate, flicking the clasp open with one hand.
“Thank you,” I say from underneath my lashes as I turn back around, my hands holding up the front of my bra.
“Show me,” he groans. “Don’t make me wait. I need to see them now.”
I smile, letting the delicate lace fall to the floor.
My breasts spring free, bouncing a little before settling in place.
“God, I love your tits,” he says. “Come here.” He yanks me to him, taking a nipple in his mouth while he palms the other breast. He squeezes the free nipple between his thumb and forefinger and bites down on the other.
I yelp at the sensation, a zip of electricity shooting straight from my nipple to my core, my stomach clenching with desire.
He pulls his head back slightly. “You’re sexy when you yelp at my touch.”
Then he goes back to tugging on the metal bar with his teeth, causing slickness between my thighs.
“Remove your panties,” he says. “I told you, I want to see your sweet pussy.”
I turn my back to him again, feeling cheeky.
I lean over, my cheeks on display as I grip each side of my thong and pull my panties down, revealing myself to him from the back.
“Fucking hell, Ivy,” he groans. “You’ll be the death of me, looking like that. I swear.”
I glance over my shoulder as he tugs down his pants, his cock springing free. Hard and ready for me.
Without warning, he yanks me back against him, his strong arm wrapping and squeezing across my breasts.
I gasp as he positions his cock directly at my entrance and pulls me down on top of him.
“Fucking hell,” I pant as his cock stretches me from the inside out, my pussy spreading to accommodate his girth.
“Ride me, little poison,” he growls. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I tilt my hips, using the edge of the sauna bench as leverage as I ride him, facing away.
His hands reach up and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers again.
Then his hands tighten on my hips. “Not like that. Slower.” His grip is rough, digging into my flesh as he guides my movements.
“God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he grunts. He reaches forward with one hand and massages my clit.
I moan as the coil tightens within me. He knows exactly how to touch me—the combination of being filled with his giant cock while he plays with my clit almost too much to bear.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear. “You feel how your body reacts to me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it.”
“I know you do. You’re taking my cock so well,” he pants. “Good girl.”
The words undo me, and I convulse on top of his cock, coming all over him.
“That’s it. Come all over me, baby,” he groans.