“You have magic fingers,” Carrie whispers as she relaxes back into the spray of the shower. I’m massaging her back, making sure the water takes away the soap where I just washed her.

“I’ve been told that,” I tell her, letting my fingers slowly travel a path down to her ass.

“Jacob?” she asks, her voice and posture changing as I take the bar of soap and let it slide between the cheeks of her ass.

“Brace yourself on the wall, Carrie,” I order her, and she does it immediately. I use my free hand to adjust her stance, so her ass is pushed out farther, and her legs are separated enough to allow me room to move between them.

Her auburn hair is darker wet, and it’s pinned to her neck and back. The water caresses her skin, rolling off it in small streams. I could watch this all day, if I wasn’t so hungry to get inside her. I push the corner of the soap against the small opening in her ass, not much pressure but enough so she feels it.

“Oh God, Jacob…”

“Not right now, baby. I’ll take your ass later, but right now I have to be inside of you. Do you want that, Princess? Do you want me inside that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Quit talking about it and give it to me, Jacob,” she cries. Her words are music to my ears. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not thankful I was Carrie’s first. My past suffocates me sometimes, but when I’m with Carrie…She’s mine. And despite me touching her, she’s clean. She’s life. She’s everything.

I let the soap drop to the floor of the shower. My hand moves underneath to brush against the inside of her thighs. A fine tremble racks her body, and I place a kiss on her shoulder in reward. I push my fingers inside her, stretching her pussy, and groaning at the way her muscles instantly squeeze and try to pull me in deeper. I feel her pussy fluttering, the muscles contracting. She’s ready to go off, and when she does, I need to be buried balls deep inside her.

“Jesus, Carrie. You’re ready to explode now,” I moan, pulling my fingers out of her depths to rake them against her swollen clit.

“Hurry Jacob. Please. Hurry.”

“I’m right here baby. I’m right here with you,” I tell her, taking my throbbing cock in my hand. It’s so fucking hard I can feel the beating of my pulse against my fingers where I’m holding it. I rake against the lips of her pussy, the feeling nearly making me come right now.

“Jacob,” she cries, her head going back as her whole body shakes. She’s there—right there, and I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust hard inside her, sinking in completely, and not stopping until my balls are pushing against her. I hold myself deep inside her, refusing to move, and enjoying the feel of her…of finally being inside her. It’s something I’ve been craving all fucking day.

“Honey. I need…I need you to move,” Carrie gasps, her ass pushing back against me. She sounds almost desperate, and my instinct is to give her exactly what she wants. But, something inside of me wants this to last a little longer, because I know the minute I move it will be over for both of us.

I’m pressed as tight as I can manage against her back, I wrap my hand around her pulling her into me, my hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them. Her nipples stab against my palms, so hard, I wonder if it is painful. I let my thumbs flick against the swollen nubs, smiling when her ass pushes even harder against me, and she clamps down on my dick.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Carrie.” I have no idea if the words come out loud enough for her to hear them, because she’s trying to take control. Her hips rotating and working her body on my cock. My hands leave her breasts and move down to her hips. At first, it’s to keep her from moving, but the minute my fingers press into the soft flesh of her hips I feel her orgasm start, and my restraint is broken.

I move her hips, pulling her back into me as I thrust forward. Soon she takes over, meeting me thrust for thrust, and rotating her hips so that my cock scrapes against her walls. I can feel my cum gathering, her orgasm demanding my own. I close my eyes, scrunching them up tight, trying to concentrate on the sounds around us. I can feel the now cooling water as it runs and splashes against my body. I try to concentrate on anything but the feel of Carrie, and the way her orgasm rocks her body, the way her greedy little pussy milks my cock, and the warm, hot, silken depths of her. It doesn’t help. I can’t hold back. I pull out until only the tip of my cock remains inside her, I freeze there for just a second, and then I thrust so fucking hard back inside of her, her body falls against the shower wall. For a minute, I’m afraid I might have hurt her, my heart stops as fear hits me.

Then, Carrie gives me words that sends me over the edge. “Harder, Jacob. Fuck me, harder.”

I give her what she asks, coming so hard inside of her I get light headed. I fuck her until we’re both barely able to move, and every last drop of my cum is gone. I fall against her, my lips pressed against her shoulder.

“I can never get us close enough, never get deep enough inside of you, Carrie,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

“For me either,” she says in a breathy sigh.

“Let’s get in bed beautiful,” I tell her, forcing my arms and legs to work. I turn the water off, pull her out of the shower with me, wrapping her in large bath towel, and taking another to towel dry her hair.

“I love you, Jacob.”

“I love you too,” I tell her, wondering if I will ever get over this feeling of joy when she gives me those words. I hope not. In fact, I pray I never do. It’s the best feeling in the world.