Bluewater

Alex gently lowered Wei, her body limp and trembling from the intensity.

She slumped forward over the cool marble counter, arms draped loosely, cheek resting against the surface as her breath came in soft, ragged pants.

Her legs remained slightly spread, knees weak, unable to fully support her.

Alex stepped back slightly, his gaze fixed on her from behind.

From this angle, the sight was utterly obscene—her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat, thighs parted just enough to reveal the intimate aftermath: thick trails of his release slowly leaking from her swollen, well-used entrance, dripping down her inner thighs in warm, viscous strands onto the marble below.

The contrast of his white cum against her slick, reddened folds was mesmerizing, a lewd testament to how deeply he had filled her.

Wei felt the slow trickle, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

He’s looking at me… seeing what he left inside… it’s dripping out… so filthy… so perfect…

Alex reached down and picked up the discarded burgundy satin slip dress from the floor, the fabric still warm from her body.

He draped it gently over Wei’s shoulders and back, covering her sweat-damp skin like a makeshift blanket to ward off the cool air.

“You’ll catch a chill,” he murmured, voice soft with unexpected tenderness.

Wei remained slumped against the counter, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

She turned her head to look at him, eyes heavy-lidded and sated, but still burning with lingering hunger.

Her gaze drifted downward, fixing on his softening cock—still glistening with their combined release.

He’s spent… but not for long. I’m not done with him yet.

She rested for only a moment, catching her breath, before her hand slid between her legs.

Fingers dipped inside herself, gathering the warm, thick mixture of his cum and her own wetness—viscous, slick, and abundant.

She brought them out slowly, coated and shining in the dim light, strings of it connecting her fingers for a moment before breaking.

Wei reached for him, her slick fingers wrapping around his sensitive length with deliberate care.

The mixture of their release acted like the perfect lubricant—warm, silky, and slightly sticky—coating every inch as she spread it over him in long, slow strokes from base to tip.

Alex inhaled sharply, his cock twitching in her hand as the familiar wetness of his own cum glided over his skin, making each pass smoother, more obscene.

Wei’s eyes locked on his, dark and challenging, as she worked him back to hardness.

Her grip was firm but teasing—thumb circling the head on every upstroke, pressing just under the ridge to spread the slick fluid evenly, fingers squeezing rhythmically along the shaft to feel him thicken and pulse beneath her touch.

She twisted her wrist slightly on the downstroke, letting the warm cum act as lubricant, the wet sounds soft and intimate in the quiet kitchen.

Up and down, slow at first, then faster—coating him completely until he gleamed, veins standing out, head flushed and glistening with their combined essence.

Feel that? Your cum all over your cock again… making it so slippery for me… getting hard so fast because you know where it’s going next…

Alex groaned low, hips twitching forward into her grip, unable to stay still as the sensation built—the slick heat of his own release massaging him back to full hardness under her expert touch.

Wei smiled wickedly, slowing her strokes to long, torturous pulls, thumb swirling over the sensitive tip to gather more of the leaking pre-cum and mix it with what was already there.

He was rock-hard again in moments, throbbing in her hand, ready.

She turned, laying her upper body flat against the cool marble surface, breasts pressing into the stone, nipples hardening anew from the sudden chill—a sharp, delicious contrast that made her gasp softly and arch further.

Then she arched her back sharply, tilting her hips up, ass raised high and offered once more—legs spread wide, knees bent slightly on the counter edge, thighs still trembling and slick with sweat and their mingled release.

The air felt thick with the scent of sex, her own arousal heavy and intoxicating.

Wei looked over her shoulder at him, eyes heavy with need and dark with teasing command, voice husky and low despite her exhaustion.

“Fuck me again,” she breathed, the words a sultry challenge.

“Right here on the counter. I want to feel you deep while I’m lying on this cold marble.”

To emphasize her invitation, she reached back with one hand, fingers sliding between her spread thighs.

She parted her swollen, glistening folds deliberately—spreading herself open for his gaze, exposing the slick, pink entrance still leaking his earlier release, the obscene sight framed by her pale, trembling thighs.

Look at me… see how ready I am… how much I want you again…

Her fingers held herself open, a slow trickle of their combined wetness escaping and dripping onto the marble below.

Alex’s breath caught audibly, his cock twitching back to full hardness at the lewd display.

Wei’s lips curved in a wicked, breathless smile, eyes locked on his.

“Come on,” she whispered, voice dripping with provocation.

“Fill me again… make me take every inch while I’m spread open for you like this.”

The sight of her holding herself open, offering everything, was too much.

Alex stepped forward, already fully hard again, hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Wei pushed back, a low moan escaping as he slid home in one smooth thrust.

The counter creaked softly under them as he began to move—slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around him, still full of his earlier release.

Yes… take me again… make me yours all night…

The kitchen filled with the sounds of their renewed rhythm, Chen’s snores a distant, oblivious counterpoint.

They weren’t finished—not even close.

Alex’s rhythm deepened, each thrust deliberate and measured, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in—slow, grinding strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her, the slick mixture of his earlier release and her fresh arousal easing the way, making every movement wet and obscene.

Wei’s fingers clawed at the marble, nails scraping faintly as her hips rolled back to meet him, chasing the fullness, the friction.

He’s so deep again… I can feel his cum from before mixing with me… every thrust pushes it deeper… I’m so full of him…

Alex leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweat-slick back.

His hands released her hips and slid forward along her arms, finding her hands.

He interlaced their fingers tightly—palm to palm, fingers locked in a possessive grip—pinning her hands to the counter as he continued to thrust steadily.

The intimacy of it made her heart stutter.

His hands holding mine… like he’s claiming all of me… while he fucks me so perfectly…

He lowered his head, lips brushing the shell of her ear—the spot he knew drove her wild.

His tongue traced the outer edge slowly, warm and wet, before he closed his teeth gently on her earlobe, sucking lightly.

Wei’s body jerked, a sharp moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.

Oh God… my ears… he’s licking my ears again… it’s too much… I’m going to scream…

She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds, but every flick of his tongue, every nip and suck, sent electric shocks straight to her core.

Her inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a low groan from Alex.

He didn’t let up—tongue swirling, teeth grazing, hot breath fanning the sensitive skin as he whispered roughly, “You have to stay quiet… he’s right there.”

But the warning only made it worse.

Wei’s moans came in breathless, desperate whimpers—muffled against the marble, then against her own arm as she turned her face to bury it.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, thighs shaking, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

I can’t… I’m too loud… he’ll hear… but it feels so good… his tongue on my ear while he’s fucking me… I’m losing it…

Alex’s thrusts grew harder, fingers tightening around hers in a grip that felt like a promise.

Her second orgasm crashed over her suddenly—fierce and blinding.

She cried out into the crook of her elbow, body convulsing around him, inner walls pulsing in tight, milking waves that pulled him deeper.

Alex followed moments later, groaning low against her ear as he buried himself and spilled inside her again—hot, thick, claiming her once more.

They stayed locked together, trembling, fingers still interlaced, his mouth lingering on her ear with soft, soothing licks as the aftershocks faded.

Chen’s snores continued from the dining room, steady and unaware.

Wei’s breath came in shaky pants, her body limp and sated beneath him.

He made me come again… while holding my hands… licking my ear… I almost screamed his name…

Alex pressed a final kiss to her damp temple.

Alex gently loosened his hold, his hands sliding to her waist to help her up.

Wei’s legs were still unsteady, thighs trembling from the intensity, but he steadied her until she could stand on her own.

They faced each other beside the counter, bodies close, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the night air.

He cupped her face, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss—tongues lazy now, savoring the lingering taste of each other.

Wei melted into it, arms looping around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his open shirt.

His kiss… so gentle after all that fire. I can still taste myself on his tongue… and him on mine.

Alex pulled back just enough to glance at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“2 a.m.,” he murmured against her lips, voice low and reluctant.

“I have an early meeting tomorrow. I should go.”

Wei nodded, a small, sated smile curving her mouth.

She brushed her thumb across his jaw.

“You’ve worked hard tonight,” she whispered, eyes soft and gleaming.

“Thank you… I loved every second. You filled me—body and soul—like I’ve never felt before.”

He did. Completely. My body is still full of him… aching in the best way.

And my heart… it’s his now too. Even if it’s wrong.

She rose on her toes, kissing him again—deeper this time, a promise in the way her tongue traced his, her hands sliding down his back.

They dressed slowly, reluctantly—Alex buttoning his shirt, Wei slipping back into the ruined burgundy satin, now wrinkled, stained, and carrying the unmistakable scent of their night.

The fabric clung to her damp skin, a constant reminder.

Together, they turned to Chen, still slumped unconscious at the dining table.

Alex slipped an arm under one side, Wei the other, and they carried him carefully to the master bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

Chen didn’t stir, breathing deep and even.

Wei pulled a blanket over him, her fingers lingering on his shoulder for a moment—guilt flickering, but quickly drowned by the throb between her thighs.

He’ll never know… and I don’t want him to. Tonight was mine. Ours.

She walked Alex to the front door.

At the threshold, Alex turned, pulling her into his arms once more.

He kissed her fiercely—five long minutes of slow, hungry kisses that built from tender to desperate, his hands sliding down to cup her ass through the satin, squeezing possessively, fingers tracing the curve as if memorizing her.

Wei moaned softly into his mouth, pressing closer, feeling him harden again against her hip.

Finally, he broke the kiss, forehead resting against hers, breath ragged.

Alex leaned in closer, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, breath warm and teasing against her skin.

His voice was a low, rough whisper, meant only for her:

“I’ll see you soon,” he murmured, pausing just long enough for the words to sink in.

Then, even softer, laced with dark promise:

“And soon… I’ll be fucking you again.”

The words sent a fresh shiver racing down Wei’s spine, her body reacting instantly—thighs pressing together, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

He said it… right in my ear… I can feel myself getting wet again just hearing it…

She nodded slowly, eyes dark with renewed hunger, fingers tightening on his shirt.

“Promise?” she whispered back, voice barely audible.

Alex’s answer was another deep, claiming kiss—slow and deliberate—before he finally pulled away.

The door closed softly behind him.

Wei leaned against it, heart pounding, body still humming with anticipation.

He will… and I’ll be ready.

Their story was far from over.

It had only just begun.

To be continued…