13

Dash

Janine is throwing up again.

I could tell that she felt sick earlier when she came out of the bathroom after a while, her face pale and her eyes teary. I thought it was just a spell, though. I thought maybe she just ate something or drank too much. I thought she was alright but obviously, she’s not.

“Do you want me to call a doctor?” I ask her as I hold her hair, keeping it out of her face.

“No. I’m fine.”

She flushes the toilet then goes to the sink, gurgling. “Hey.” I reach for her hand. “Everything’s alright.” “Everything’s alright?” She pulls her hand away. “I just went to a party full of pompous strangers in a gown I didn’t choose, had to put on a fake smile for a bunch of fake people, saw your ex wrapped around you and then had to run to the restrooms to throw up, with of course, everyone around me listening and some of it ending up in my hair and on my gown.”

“Shh.” I pull her into my arms. “It’s okay.”

She pushes me away. “I didn’t want to go. I shouldn’t have gone. I knew something like this would happen. Look at me, I’m a fucking mess.”

I shake my head. “You’re beautiful. Come here.”

I try to pull her into my arms again but she steps back, raising her hands. “Sorry but I stink. I’d like to take a shower now.”

I raise my hands as well. “I understand.”

I keep them raised as I exit the bathroom. I stop right outside the door, though, unable to leave Janine alone. How can I when she’s suffering, beating herself up for nothing?

I have to find a way to make her feel better. But how? Suddenly, an idea comes to me.

I go back inside the bathroom, kicking off my shoes and taking off my tie. I toss it on top of the pile of Janine’s clothes on the chair. She’s in the shower already, the water running and trickling down her naked body, and when she sees me, her eyes and her mouth gape.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, hands covering her breasts.

“Joining you.”

I strip, taking off my pants followed by my shirt, boxers, and socks, leaving them all on the bathroom rug. Then I open the sliding door.

“I need a shower, too.”

“Now?” Janine asks, still puzzled. “Why not?”

I step inside, standing right next to her.

I see her eyes dart to my crotch but immediately look away. I purse my lips to hold back a chuckle.

“Come on.” I take her arms off her breasts. “It’s not like I haven’t seen those before.”

The blush on her cheeks deepens.

She turns around, her back to me. I place my hands on her shoulders.

“Relax. It’s just a shower.”

I massage her shoulders, staring at her back, at how those droplets of water trickle down her spine and disappear into the crack of her ass, some going over the firm mounds of flesh and flowing down the back of her thighs.

Until now, I never realized how sexy her backside was, the sight of it making my cock stir to life now.

Once she’s relaxed, I move closer to her, my hands sliding down her arms. I plant a tender kiss on her shoulder and then a more passionate one on her neck.

Janine leans back against me. “I thought this was a shower.”

“It is,” I whisper in her ear. “See how I’m washing you.”

I let my hands slide down her arms and rest on her hips. Then I trace the soft curve of her belly upwards until my hands brush against the bottom of her breasts.

She gasps.

I cup her breasts, which fit perfectly in my palms. She throws her head back.

I grip her chin, kissing her while the water falls on our faces, then leave it in place so I can stroke both of her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. She grips my hips, straining against me.

As our tongues play, I let my other hand wander, dipping between her legs. I find the nub between her drenched curls, stroking it and swallowing the moan she gives me in response.

She’s trembling in my arms now, her knees shaking, and when I move my finger lower, I find her wet for a different reason. I slide my finger in and she tears her face away from mine, gasping. I kiss her neck, sliding in another and beginning to stroke her slowly.

For a moment, Janine just stands there, supported by my weight, her body shaking against mine as the water trickles down her skin. Then she turns around.

She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me.

I grip her hips and push her against the wall, pinning her against it, grinding my erection between her legs.

She moans then reaches between us to wrap her fingers around my cock, stroking it.

I let her play with it even though I’m shuddering with need, squeezing her ass and kissing her hard, letting my moans spill into her mouth. Then when I can’t take the plea- sure anymore, my body like a spring that has been stretched beyond measure, I push her hand away, wrapping her arm around me.

“Hold on tight,” I tell her.

The moment she obeys, I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I sheath myself inside her.

Janine lets out a soft cry, clinging to me, nails raking across my skin.

My hands on her ass, I begin moving my hips, moving inside her. She clutches me tighter.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper in her ear. “I won’t let you fall.”

I capture her mouth before starting to moving faster, moving my hips as fast as I can. It isn’t easy and I can feel the strain on my muscles, the sweat building on my skin in spite of the shower, but it’s worth having her wrapped around me so tightly. It’s worth being buried so deep in her delicious heat.

Besides, I want her to feel all of me. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss. “Dash!”

As Janine cries my name and clings to my neck, she throws her head back, her eyes falling shut as she trembles and tightens around me. I manage a few more thrusts before capturing her mouth again, pinning her against the wet tiles, and clutching her ass as I come deep inside her.

After that, I let her down, my legs still shaking slightly. She keeps her arms around me, though, resting her head against my heaving chest.

I place my arms around her, too. “Feeling better?”

Janine nods then looks up at me with a grin. “I think we need to start the shower all over again, though.”