Liz
Chris faces me and I lean in and kiss him hard on the lips. For some reason, that whole ‘drag me through the house’ bit has me even more fired up. He backs me against his bedroom door, flashing that sexy smile and helps me out of my shirt.
My hand is under his shirt, slowly trailing up his body. By the time I get to his pecks, his tongue is in my mouth and his shirt is on the floor. His kiss is slow, hypnotizing and his hands are everywhere. Our bodies are sticky with sweat, but I couldn’t be more turned on right now. He tastes salty, smells manly, and it’s driving me crazy.
I pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants when I feel his fingers under the waistband of my yoga bottoms. He squeezes my ass, pressing me against him, then he slowly slides the pants off my hips and down my body. As my pants slide down, he follows, kissing his way down my breast and torso. I’m frantic, so turned on that I’m surprised my panties haven’t just fallen off. I need him, everything he’s doing to me and everything he isn’t. He uses one hand to unclasp my bra, and the other to slide my panties down my hips. After I’m completely naked, he takes a step back and looks at me with a heated darkness.
“Fucking perfect.”
I am still frozen against his bedroom door, now realizing I haven’t stepped more than a foot inside the room, and he has me completely naked. It’s perfectly okay, more than okay; actually, there couldn’t be anything more okay at this moment. Chris slowly unties his drawstring and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. My eyes immediately fall down his body and I greedily wrap my hands around his hard length.
“Mmmm… keep that up, and you’ll get fucked before the shower,” he says, smiling.
He snatches both of my hands up above my head, pressing them against the wall. I return his smile and his stare, ready for whatever he’s about to give me.
“Oh, am I in trouble?” I tease.
“I actually might be the one in trouble here,” he says, and then kisses me sloppily.
“The reason I loved stripping so much, there is nothing sexier than the way a woman looks at you when you’re turning her on,” he trails off to kiss me again, but this time he bites on my bottom lip, causing me to moan against his lips.
“If you only knew what the look in your eyes is doing to me, you’d prepare yourself, but that’s not my trouble with you.”
“Not only do I love getting you so wet you can barely see straight, I fucking LOVE to watch you cum,” he says, then he kisses me again, letting my hands go and I wrap them around his neck making him kiss me harder.
“Better be careful there, Mr. Stripper, you might mess around and get yourself hooked because I’m phenomenal at coming,” I say against his lips.
He laughs, bends down, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me straight to the shower.
We were supposed to be washing first, and we tried, we really did. Water droplets the size of pebbles roll down my back, splashing Chris just enough to wash away some of the soap that actually made it onto his body.
I should have known, the moment he started rubbing soap onto his chest, that the washing idea wouldn’t last. He fixed me under that sexy as hell gaze, and I couldn't look away. All of the fantasies I’ve had about this man in this shower, over the last forty-eight hours, were complete bullshit, wet and sexy selfie Chris is blah, compared to wet and sexy in-person Chris. The crazy thing is, he’s looking at me like he’s the one having a hard time keeping control, like I am his fantasy.
We are about three minutes in before I find myself completely taken over by him.
“Mmmm,” I moan, as he drags his tongue up from my collarbone, stopping to suck on the sensitive nook of my neck. I’m on his lap and we sit chest to chest, my legs spread wide and hanging off the back of the bench behind him. Chris kneads my ass with both hands, and I feel him, already hard, grow even harder, pressing against my stomach.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan again, my body burns, beginning to beg for what he has.
“I fucking love to hear you moan,” he says, and I feel him smile against my lips.
I smile back at him, then lean forward, kissing his sexy mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth, then soothing it with my tongue.
I love his lips, they are my favorite thing to play with, and I love how it drives him crazy.
Chris exhales deeply, then continues kissing me slow and seductively and, as time ticks by, the ache between my legs grows. Taking one hand off my ass, he starts tugging and rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. He places a hand on my back and slides my hips forward, pressing himself between my legs. The pressure feels so fucking good, that I start to grind against him, causing us both to tremble.
“I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you,” he says in a deep throaty voice.
I love when he starts talking dirty, it’s so fucking sexy, but I never know what to say. Hell, I was nervous to get in here with him, but my body knows how to respond to him and, right now, it wants to be fucked.
Our breathing becomes faster.
Our kissing deeper, sexier.
I completely forget we are in the shower, and that it’s a Monday, and that he’ll have to pick up his son soon, all I feel is Chris. His hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth, and his dick hard, pressing against me. My body aches for him, I want to reach down, grab his dick and sink down on it.
I shiver just thinking about him inside me, and I find my hand wrapped around him. I rear up a little then back down again in indecision. Chris notices my hesitation.
“You want my dick, sexy?” he asks, chest heaving, eyes dark and staring through me.
The rise and fall of my chest matches his. I meet his dark stare. I want to say yes, I want to tell him to fuck me, beg him even. Chris continues to look at me and runs a hand through my wet hair, reminding me that we are in the shower. My brain swims with lust and desire, slowly I nod.
“Listen, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you all day. You don’t know how close I came to bending you over the hood of my fucking car after watching your ass bounce around in the parking lot. If you want my dick, sexy, fuck it. I will never stop you,” Chris says, leaning back, grabbing my hips with both hands. He starts to lift me, then stops, raising an eyebrow, challenging me to make the move. I stare at him a second, then slowly reach down, grab his length, lift up, and slide down on it, feeling him push into me. We both groan when he enters me, and I don’t stop until he’s all the way in.
“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing my flexing hips. I moan, sucking in a deep breath, feeling my body stretch for him. I slowly start moving up and down on him, savoring every inch. Chris’ eyes lock onto mine, and he watches me fuck him, he doesn’t help or guide me in any way, he just holds on and watches, captivated.
I hope I’m doing this right, sure as fuck feels like it.
I start to bounce faster and moan louder, rotating my hips and riding him like my body craves. I feel him start to dig his nails into my hips, moaning my name, I keep going.
“Fuck,” rumbles from his throat.
I ride my sexy stripper until he can’t keep his eyes open, until he curses at me telling me not to stop, until he tells me he wants to feel me come. The look on his face is almost pained, and it turns me on even more to know I’m doing this to him.
The sounds of splashing and moaning takes over the bathroom, giving those loud jets a run for their money. It isn't long before pleasure takes over, and I begin to lose control of my breathing. My inner muscles squeeze as I moan for him and begin to shatter. He pulls his lips from mine as he follows me over the edge. The water continues to pour over us as we try remember how to breathe.
“I… I’ve never done that,” I stutter after a beat.
“Never done what? Shower sex?" he says, breathily.
“No, you know, fucked it,” I say nervously as I smooth wet strands of hair away from my face.
A crease appears on his forehead as he smooths a hand over my cheek, pushing back the untamed hair.
“What?”
“I’m serious.”
Chris narrows his eyes at me untrusting. The water, now lukewarm, continues to splash us from above, as he holds me on his lap.
“I swear, the other guys pretty much kept me on my back. The way you fucked me against the wall last time, that was new too.”
A huge smile appears on his face, and I begin to feel embarrassed.
Why in the hell did I just tell him all that? He must think I'm a prude. Stupid… Stupid…
I almost want to smack myself in the forehead, but since that will make me look even crazier, I just look at him and try a smile, which comes across shy.
“Sexy, you just fucked my eyes crossed and made me cum faster than I have in a long time, no need to be shy,” he says in a deep sexy tone. My blush, hard to hide with him looking at me dead on, deepens, but I feel a growing sense of pride creep up in my chest too. Chris stands, placing me on my feet, turns off the water and walks out of the shower. I hesitate for a second, confused, and I stand there like an idiot.
“Let’s go,” he says, and I peek my head out of the opening.
“Where are we going?”
“I am going to show you why my dick is usually hard when we are in a room together and the many ways I can make you come on it.”