Joey

The water rained down from the oversized showerhead, covering us both with a warm wet blanket. His chest was pressed against my back, and his hands cupped my breasts. Although his stiff dick danced back and forth between my inner thighs, he had yet to give me so much as a taste.

He was teasing me, and I loved it.

His mouth pressed to my ear. “Reach up and get ahold of the showerhead. Both hands.”

I did as he asked, arching my back in the process.

“Spread your feet apart.”

I stepped to the side with each foot.

As the water cascaded down along the length of my body, his hips formed against the curves of my butt. I felt the tip of his dick against my swollen pussy. The sensation sent my mind reeling, and then he pulled it away.

Please.

Give it to me.

“I want it,” I muttered.

The stubble from his jaw tickled the side of my face. “Did you say something?”

I didn’t want him, I needed him. I swallowed hard. “I want it.”

“Want what?”

“Your dick,” I muttered.

It felt so good to say it. The water that dripped from me hid the fact that my pussy was absolutely soaked.

And it had nothing to do with the shower.

“Where do you want it?” he breathed.

“In me.”

“In your mouth?”

I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth in anticipation. The hot water, his muscular body against mine, knowing his dick was between my legs, and the countless minutes of teasing was killing me. I wanted him so badly, I’d accept anything. Sucking him to completion in the shower would satisfy me entirely.

My lips parted slightly. “Sure.”

“In your ass?”

“I don’t. I…” The thought initially frightened me. Then, it excited me. I needed him inside of me, and at that moment, anywhere would satisfy me. “Sure.”

“In your tight little pussy?”

I wagged my knees back and forth, released the showerhead, and turned toward him. “Please.”

“Get your hands back up there,” he said, his voice more demanding than normal.

I grabbed the showerhead as if my life depended on it.

He reached around my left hip, and slid his hand between my legs. I felt the tip of his finger penetrate me.

I sucked a breath.

He pulled his finger from inside of me, and then slid his hand up my stomach, over my breast, and along my neck. It came to rest with the web of his hand against my chin and my jaw gripped between his thumb and forefinger.

He turned my head to the side. “Tell me one more time. What do you want me to do?”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed him to fuck me so bad I was in pain. My entire body felt as if it were on the verge of bursting.

“I want you to fuck me,” I growled.

“Atta girl,” he said.

He pushed the tip of his cock into me in one thrust, taking the breath from my lungs when he did so. Despite my pussy being overly ready, the shower’s water seemed to make things slightly more difficult.

With one hand still holding my jaw, and the other now alternating from one boob to the other, he moved his mouth to my ear. “Arch your back.”

I gripped the showerhead firmly, and arched my back, hiking my ass as high in the air as I could.

In return, he shoved me full of dick.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

I was stretched to the point of being torn in two. His dick filled me completely, hitting spots inside of me that I had no idea existed. Clenching my jaw firmly in his hand, he turned my head to the side and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

He kissed me aggressively, withdrawing himself partially while he did so. Before giving me ample time to mentally recover, he shoved himself inside of me again.

Oh God.

Our mouths parted. He looked me in the eyes. “That’s where you wanted it, right?” he asked. “In that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Uh huh.”

He pulled away, paused, and then drew a breath. “Ready?”

“Oh God.” My muscles tensed. “Yes. I’m ready.”

His hips pounded against my ass, bringing his dick with them in the process. The air shot from my lungs and my mind went to jelly.

“Hold onto that shower head,” he demanded.

He gripped my hips firmly in his hands. And, while I held the showerhead in mine, he began to fuck me like he was teaching me a lesson. I wondered just what I did to send him into such a furious frenzy, only because I needed to know how to do it again.

The heat from the shower, my increased heart rate from the sex, and the fact that I was getting a stroke of dick per second proved to be too much for me to handle over any measurable period of time.

A tension built within me that cause me to fear what might follow.

It was apparent he liked it when I was vocal, and although it wasn’t natural for me to be so, I chose to step out of my comfort zone for a moment.

“I want you to come,” I said.

“Come inside of me,” I begged. “I want it.”

The hot water beat down against my chest, each drop feeling like a small needle against my tender nipples.

His hips continued to pound against my ass, filling the shower with the sound of our sex. My clit was being pummeled by his balls with each full stroke, and I wondered just how much longer I could take it.

“Come, please,” I said through my teeth. “Fill me with it.”

I felt him begin to swell.

His breathing changed.

Thank God.

He released my hips, but continued his fast-paced pounding. His hands slid up my body and came to rest on my boobs. He gripped the wet flesh in his hands, and began to knead them as he pinched my nipples.

Yes.

Please.

When I felt that I couldn’t possibly last another second, I felt my inner walls contract against his thickness.

“Come…please…come.”

He erupted inside of me with such force that that it sent a sensation through me I was sure to never forget.

Then, I followed.

“Oh…my…God,” I wailed.

The orgasm shot through me from my toes to my nipples, and then returned, repeatedly. It wasn’t simple, it wasn’t short, and it wasn’t an orgasm.

Whatever it was, it was the plural form, because it continued for some time. Over, and over. With it came a wave of emotion, and when it ended, the emotion remained within me.

My legs went weak.

He caught me in his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No,” I said, as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever. “You just boned me until my brains turned to mush.”

He cradled me in his arms. “I was trying to prove a point.”

“Which was?”

“I don’t know. I think I wanted to make sure you were never going to leave me.”

The fact that he mentioned it was aggravating. “After that speech I gave, you weren’t sure?”

“Not completely, no.”

“Maybe I ought to do the same thing to you.”

His brow wrinkled. “What’s that?’

“Try to bone you senseless, just to prove a point.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said with a laugh.

“It’s going to be a while,” I said.” I still can’t feel my legs.”

“We’ll need to get that resolved. If you’re never leaving me, I’ve got someone I want you to meet. And, I’m not carrying you.”

I liked the thought of meeting more of his friends.

“Well, then stop punishing me with sex.”

He scrunched his nose. “Forever?”

“No,” I said. “Just until we get back from wherever we’re going.”