Chapter 45 – Amelia
I wake up with a low thrumming in my skull, and light poking at my eyes like a kid harassing their parent on Christmas morning. I lift my head from the pillow gingerly, and crack my eyes open. The ceiling fan spins in lazy circles above me, and I have to close my eyes again because the motion makes my head spin just like the blades.
Next to me, poking out from a pile of sheets, blankets, and discarded clothing, is Brent’s dark hair, attached to the rest of his still-sleeping body.
Last night is a blur. Shocking, huh? I figured the last full bottle of wine was a bad choice, but at that point, it was one I wanted to make. I know I fell asleep after drunken revelry and some serious talking, but the details are fuzzy.
I’m fine with that, though. It’s been ages since I’ve felt so relaxed and had such a good time with someone, especially for more than one day. This weekend away has been fantastic, and it’s not over yet.
That’s when Brent jerks awake. The first sound from him sounds like I feel, an unintelligible mumble-groan. “Took you long enough, sleepyhead.” I laugh.
“How long have you been up?”
“Hours,” I say. “It’s almost 3 in the afternoon.”
“What?!”
He stares at me through bleary eyes, and I can’t keep the ruse up. “Five minutes. It’s only nine o’clock.”
“That…” he moans, “Is not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
He rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed. “Just for that, I’m going to take a shower alone. I was going to invite you, but…”
Shower sex? I’ve never done that. Jason never would’ve asked me - no. Why is he still in my head? In that moment I decide the best way to get away from him is to ride the wave of odd decision-making and go for it. “Oh really? Maybe I’ll just invite myself along anyway. I’m pretty sure I can think of a way to convince you to let me stay.”
Brent chuckles, rubbing at his eyes. “You’re welcome to try.”
I follow him into the bathroom, silently marveling at the size of the shower/bathtub combo. I’ve never even had a tub that I fit into comfortably.
Brent twists the shower handle, and the water kicks on. He steps in, and I follow him. We’re both still sweaty and bedraggled from last night’s escapades, but the warm water cascading down starts washing it all away. A little out of the stream of water, I shiver just a bit. Brent wraps me in his arms, smiling. I rest my head on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body on mine, and make up my mind.
“You didn’t invite me in here just to get clean, did you?” I squeeze him a little tighter. “Because I can think of some other things to do. Unless you’re not interested.” I can tell that he is - it’s hard to hide a growing erection when you’re naked and pressed against someone else.
He utters a low chuckle. “Of course I am. I always am when I’m around you.”
This makes me blush. “You’re the first guy to tell me something like that. With other people, there was always something about me that could be better. They always wanted more.”
“Well, right now, all I want is you.” Brent kisses me. I kiss him back, before pulling away and dropping to my knees on the ceramic tub floor. I can hear his gasp of pleasure even over the sound of the cascading water hitting his skin and the surface of the shower as I wrap my hand around his waiting cock.
I tease him, running my fingers over his cock, balls, and thighs ever so gently, then gripping him and giving him a firm squeeze that makes his toes curl. Water’s not the best lubricant, so I slide him into my mouth before long (not that I need an excuse). I relish the way his hardness feels between my lips, the power and connection that comes with blowing him. I use my hand and my mouth as one, swirling my tongue over the tip of him and sliding my hand up and down his shaft.
His hands find my hair, gripping tight and pulling just enough to send waves of pleasure through my body. His touch doesn’t make me feel used…it makes me feel connected. His hands follow my lead as I explore his skin with my tongue and teeth, nipping at his hip bones and gently kissing my way along his thighs…
Until I look up too quickly as Brent shifts, and suddenly end up with water hitting me full in the face, blinding me. Before I know it, I’m hacking like a dying cat and swiping at my eyes. Brent lifts me up to my feet, clear of the water, still holding me close.
“Breathe,” he says. “You’re okay.”
One more good cough clears the water from my lungs, and Brent helps wipe the last of the water from my eyes. That’s when I start laughing, and he joins in.
“I always heard shower sex was tricky. Now I get why.” I laugh, swiping at my wet hair to keep it out of my eyes.
“Wait, you’ve never had shower sex before?” Brent looks at me, an incredulous expression on his face.
“What?!” I shoot back. “Do you make it a regular thing or something?”
He grins, a bit abashed. “Not really. I tried once, and I sprained my ankle so bad my girlfriend was stuck doing nothing but cowgirl for two weeks. I mean, that was her favorite position, but still. First time for everything.”
I laugh, long and loud. “So, what you’re saying is, you have no grounds to be criticizing me at all, you liar.”
“I…yeah, that’s fair.” He kisses me. “Feel like giving me another shot at glory?”
“At being the hottest person in the ER waiting room? Sure.” I kiss him back, still giggling.
“Wow. I’m offended.” Brent pushes me back against the wall of the shower, and I can feel him rising against my thigh again. It just makes me want him more.
Brent puts a hand under my left thigh, lifting my leg off the ground. For half a second I’m afraid I’m going to fall over, but then his other arm wraps around my waist and holds me steady. He reaches out to the ledge of the shower, where he’s left a condom, and puts it on, still while holding onto me, effortlessly.
My back is braced against the shower wall, my eyes locked on his, as I reach down with my free hand and guide him inside me. He gasps a soft breath in at the same moment that I sigh one out, relishing the feeling as he pushes fully inside me.
Brent moves his hips, slow at first, finding a rhythm that will keep both of us on our feet. The shower, very warm now, sends rolling waves of steam up around us. Brent’s lips find my neck, pressing into my skin with enough force that I can feel my own heartbeat thumping against his lips.
“Oh, that’s good.” I whisper in his ear. My feet are barely resting against the porcelain, and I realize two things in that moment: I’m not the one in control…and I still feel safe.
Another deep thrust, and anything resembling a deep coherent thought leaves my head. That’s fine…I’d rather focus on what’s happening in front of me anyway.
My fingers dig deep into the flesh of Brent’s muscled back, eliciting a moan of pleasure from us both. From there, my hands grip his firm ass, feeling the muscles flex as he thrusts into me. My head rolls back on my neck, and I’m dimly aware that I’m shouting and moaning for him to not stop, to fuck me harder—
In one swift motion, he puts me back on my feet, turns me around, puts my hands on the wall where my back had been resting - and enters me from behind. I’m crying out again, and his voice is urging me on too. It’s just like that first night in the alleyway…only better. This time, I know the man that’s thrusting into me, know the feeling of his hands on my back and in my hair, begging for him to hold me harder as he grips my hips from behind, holding me steady…
I hold myself up with one hand, and the other reaches down to touch my clit, doubling the sensations I’m feeling. My fingers massage desperately, in concert with Brent’s thrusts, and I feel the now-familiar sensation rising.
My orgasm blooms from between my hips, racing tendrils of electricity and energy down my legs, up my arms, through my chest, down to my toes and out to my fingertips. I shudder in ecstasy and buckle against him.
As my orgasm finishes, his is about to begin. “Wait, wait, wait…” I whisper, turning to face him and dropping to my knees. “I want to taste you.”
I wrap my lips and fingers around his cock, slick with my own juices. I taste good…and when he cums, he tastes even better. His hands are on my head again, holding me in place (gladly) as I taste his warm cum and swallow it.
I look up at him and smile. “What was it you were saying about there being a first time for everything?”