Danielle
Rodney was so hot when he stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world. When I undressed, I saw the bulge in his pants grow, and I saw the lust in his eyes. I stepped into the shower naked and let the water fall onto my skin, splashing, creating droplets that ran between my breasts and over my hips and ass like those soap advertisements.
Rodney drooled over me. I loved it when he looked at me like that like he wanted to eat me. God, I wished he would.
Rodney took his clothes off, too. I watched him, and it was such a turn on. His body was in great shape, despite his age. He looked better than a lot of guys my age. Rodney had abs and a chiseled chest, dusted with black chest hair that matched the hair on his head and the pubic hair that surrounded his thick erection that stood at attention.
Rodney’s eyes were a darker blue than usual, his pupils dilated with desire so that there was little of the color left. He walked to me, stepping into the water, but he kept his distance, as if he was unsure about entering my personal space. I was aware of his dick, long and hard, and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of me. I wanted him to run his hands all over me, to touch me everywhere before he pushed into me and fucked me.
When he didn’t come closer, I took his hand and pulled him closer.
His hard cock poked my lower belly, and I wrapped my fingers around him. He was thick in my palm, and I slid my hand up and down his shaft a few times, feeling the slick wetness that squeezed out the top. It was slippery compared to the water, and I liked it.
I reached for the soap and rubbed it over my arms and my chest. I worked it up into a thick lather before I ran my hands over my breasts. I looked Rodney in the eye the whole time, touching myself. Rodney licked his parted lips and breathed through his mouth.
“Will you soap my back?” I asked him, turning around. I pulled my long hair over my shoulder and passed him the soap. Rodney didn’t hesitate. He ran the soap over my back until I was slippery before he pressed the length of his body against me. His cock was hard against my ass, and he slid himself up and down over my cheeks in a primal move that made me hotter for him than I already was. His hands came around the front of my body, and he massaged my breasts. My skin was slippery, and my nipples were erect, poking through the suds. He tugged lightly at them, teasing me.
I stepped away from Rodney and under the water so the soap washed away. When I looked at him, he was staring at my body again. I liked it. I wanted to drag this out, to tease him. I reached for the shampoo and washed my air, taking the time to work the shampoo and the conditioner all the way from my roots to my tips before rinsing it out again.
When I was done, Rodney handed me the soap, and I knew what he wanted. I rubbed it between my hands again until they were foamed up, and I reached for him, spreading the soap over his body. His muscles moved under his skin as he put his arms around me. His ass was firm–I was willing to bet jogging was his thing–and his dick was hard and slippery when I touched it, sliding my hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls.
Rodney stepped under the water, and the soap washed off him again until we were both clean. But he didn’t step away from me. Rodney pulled me tighter against him so that his dick was a thick ridge between us, pressing against my lower abdomen. I put my arms around his neck. He kissed me, and his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, exploring, probing. I sighed into his mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, Rodney slipped his hand between us and pushed his fingers into my slit, sliding across my clit. I gasped against his lips. Steam surrounded us, and it was like something out of a dream. Rodney slid his fingers into my pussy, alternating between pumping them into me until I moaned and flicking them over my clit so that I shivered and struggled to stay upright. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every time he touched me I was blown away by how he knew exactly what to do with my body.
I gasped and moaned. After stroking me, running his fingers in circles over my clit, and sliding them toward my entrance, the first orgasm bloomed at my core. It washed over me, and I cried out, falling against Rodney with my body. He caught me in his strong arms and held me up. I shivered in his embrace, coming undone at the seams. The hot water sliding over my body, his slippery naked form beneath me, and the feel of his fingers on my pussy drew out the orgasm, and it lasted longer than it usually did.
Rodney didn’t give me a chance to recover or catch my breath after the first orgasm. I was sensitive now, my clit throbbing with desire and the aftermath of my orgasm, all at the same time. Rodney sucked my nipples into his mouth one by one, and I cried out. My breasts were flushed from the heat, and I felt limp. Rodney held me against him, rubbing himself against me. It was amazing. He was taking control, doing to me what he wanted, and it made me feel delicate and desirable and all the things women longed to feel when they were around men.
When Rodney spun me around, I braced myself against the wall. I let him press himself up against me again, my hands flat on the tiles as he ran his fingertips down my side, stroking the sides of my breast, running his fingertips over my hips and his hands back up over my ass. I shivered when he pushed my wet hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck.
Rodney’s hands were on my hips, and he pulled me gently back so I wouldn’t slip on the tiles. My back was arched, my ass pointing at him, and I spread my legs. I wanted him to take me.
We were on the same page. Rodney guided himself to my entrance, fingering me first before he pushed the thick mushroom tip of his dick into me. I moaned as he slid into me, my body yielding and relenting to let him in.
When he was buried inside of me, he held onto my hips and pulled out again, and I groaned. He pushed into me again and started pumping into me faster and faster. When I straightened my back without thinking about it, he moved one hand from my hip to my back to keep me bent over, to have me where he wanted me.
It was so fucking hot.
Rodney hammered into me faster and faster, and the water splashed off our bodies as we collided again and again. His balls slapped against my pussy, and the heat on my skin matched the heat at my core. I gasped and moaned and cried out. Rodney ran his hand up my body, onto my back and my neck. He touched my cheek, and I turned my head to suck his fingers into my mouth, using my teeth lightly as he pushed into me.
“Fuck, Danielle, you’re driving me crazy,” Rodney groaned, but I didn’t let up, and neither did he.
After a while, Rodney took his finger out of my mouth and wrapped his hand around my throat. He didn’t do anything other than lightly stroke me with his fingertips, but the knowledge was there that he was in control, and it drove me closer and closer to another orgasm. Rodney knew how to get me hot and bothered. He knew which buttons to push. I didn’t know if it was because he knew me as a person, or because he had been with enough women that pleasure had become universal to him. I preferred to believe it was the former. Either way, he made me feel fantastic, and I didn’t want him to stop.
I stopped concentrating on what he was doing and focused on what I was feeling. Despite being in the shower with water cascading over my body, I felt like I was on fire. Every nerve ending was alive, and I was hyper-aware of everything. The feel of his hands on my skin, his hips pushing against my ass, and his cock deep inside of me, sliding in and out.
An orgasm built at my core, and it grew rapidly until it took over and drowned me in the ecstasy that came with it. I cried out, dropping my head between my arms, my wet hair hanging down. Rodney pounded away, slamming into me, and I felt my pussy close around him, my walls clamping down, and suddenly, I was aware of every inch of him as he stroked against me in and out.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath through the water that ran over my face. I lifted my head, raking the hair out of my face. Rodney spun me around, barely giving me a chance to breathe before he kissed me. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair for a moment before he ran them down my body again.
He grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me up, keeping the wall at my back to steady me as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lowered me onto his cock. I gasped as he slid into me again, deeper this time with gravity on his side. He held me under my ass and started fucking me against the wall, pushing me hard against it to hold me in place. I moaned, the sensations just this side of pain, and pleasure washed over me in waves so I wasn’t sure if I was orgasming again. All of the sensations blurred together, and the only thing I was really aware of was his breath rasping in my ear, his dick sliding in and out of me, his hands under my ass, and my breasts bouncing as we fucked.
Rodney groaned through gritted teeth, his strokes shortening, and he pumped faster into me until he pushed himself deep into me. I orgasmed at the same time he did, and our cries melted together, echoing in the bathroom with the water running down the drain in the background. He pumped into me, releasing, and my body contracted around him, milking him.
I didn’t know how long we were pressed against the wall. Eventually, Rodney let me down, planting me on wobbly legs. My body was numb, my pussy rubbed raw, and I was slick with our sex.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Rodney said, his voice hoarse.
He helped me back under the spray. I tipped my head back to wash my hair out of my face, and Rodney ran his hands between my legs. But this time, he was gentle, as if he knew how tender I was. I rinsed him off, too, before turning off the water. He bent and picked up two towels, wrapping one around me before taking care of himself.
When we climbed out of the shower, I dried my hair and put on pajama shorts and a tank top. Rodney rubbed his hair dry with a towel and pulled on a pair of boxers before leading me to the bed. He opened the covers and let me climb in first before he joined me. He pulled the cover over us, and I laid on his chest, his heart beating against my cheek. When it was the two of us, lying together like this, it was easy to forget about our age difference, easy to forget that my dad was his best friend, that I worked for him. That I was pregnant.
I closed my eyes, and Rodney stroked my hair. As if everything was right with the world, I drifted off.