CHAPTER 17

Amanda

His hand against the back of my head felt comforting. It took me no time to get his shirt off, his hands holding onto me. I could feel the warmth of his skin on the back of my neck; the tension vibrating between the two of us. I was drawn to him, swept under by his current and dragged out into the sea of his beautiful blue eyes.

Our clothes dropped to the floor before he scooped me up into his arms. I felt his muscles twitching against my body as his cock stood at attention. He carried me into his shower before placing me on my feet, his lips caressing my cheek. The hot water poured from the shower and cascaded over my body as he led me under it, wetting my hair and watching the rivers of water drip off my tits. I could feel his hands venturing over my curves, tracing the outlines of me as my fingertips studied his muscles.

Then, his lips were on my neck, sucking and nibbling, threatening to make marks I knew I’d have in the morning. He pressed himself against me as his cock throbbed, and as I opened my eyes the steam around us began to rise. I studied his beard and his brow. The way his hair fell in his face when he was wet. I stood back from him and took in his water-soaked body, watching his muscles shine and glisten in the heat of his bathroom.

My pussy was dripping for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I threw myself at him, our lips crashing into one another. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he growled into my skin. Our tongues danced, tasting each other as the water pounded against our skin. I could feel his need for me. I could feel the animal within him trying to break free.

He backed me against the shower wall and hiked my leg around his waist. I felt his cock teasing my pussy, his girth pulsing with lust. I opened my eyes and found his as a small grin spread across his face, and holding my gaze he slowly slid into me.

I shivered at his touch while he filled my body with his hardness.

Slowly, his hips rolled into mine. His lips peppered kisses along my brow as the water from the shower battered our bodies. His touch was electrifying. Addicting. Mesmerizing. His calluses were softened by the water as they smoothed over my skin. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot within my body that caused my leg to jolt. I felt myself growing weak against him as my fingertips dug into his shoulder. I was trying to keep myself upright, but every time he would roll his hips, my body would quake.

I felt his hand dip around my thigh and hike my other leg up. I locked my legs around him before he grabbed my hands, then he pinned my wrists above his head. He was staring right into my eyes as my tits pressed into him, and the coolness of the shower wall caused me to shiver.

“Thank you,” he said.

He reared back and slammed into me, and I moaned. I could hear the sloshing sounds as he pulled back out, his thickness coated in my arousal. He thrust into me again as my head leaned against the wall, my body open for his taking as his lips traveled down my chest. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipple, his tongue swirling salaciously around the puckered tip. I was panting. Writhing. Dripping onto his skin as sweat began to gather on my brow.

“Brian,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”

His head came up to find my eyes, and I saw a mischievous glint ignite. He leaned down and captured my lips, a soft kiss from a strong man. My tongue ran across his lips as he smiled, but he pulled away before I could find entrance in the warmth of his mouth.

“I think we should get married on the mountain,” he said.

My eyes fluttered up to his as his cock stayed trapped in my pussy.

“What?” I asked. “What about the courthouse?”

“If we do a wedding,” he said as he pulled out, “we’re going to need pictures.”

He slid back into me, pulling a groan from my throat.

“Yes. Yes, we will,” I said, quivering.

“Might as well make those pictures worth looking at,” he said.

I felt him slide from within me again, his cock sitting just shy of my entrance. I tried to roll my hips into him, but he backed up, keeping my hands pinned above my head. My mind was swirling and my body was humming. I wanted my release. I needed to feel his cock inside me. I felt so empty when he wasn’t there, with his muscles pressed against me and his lips upon my skin.

“Whatever you want,” I said. “Whatever will help Lanie, I’ll do.”

I watched something similar to gratitude wash over his features. He pulled away from me and set me down on my feet, and I felt my stomach drop. Had I said something wrong? I didn’t want him to go. I wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

But then he spun me around and pressed my chest into the shower wall.

“Fuck. This body of yours,” he said. “So perfect.”

He nipped at my ear as his knee parted my legs.

“And this ass. So supple. So soft.”

I felt his slick cock travel down my ass before he slipped it between my legs.

“Give me those hips of yours,” he said.

I arched my back as his hands descended onto my hips. I felt him lift me up, almost onto my tiptoes, as I braced myself against the wall. My tits were hanging, and my folds were coated with my want for him. My hands braced against the tiles as his cock slowly slid into me, and I groaned out his name. My voice filled his shower as the steam wrapped around our bodies, and soon I felt his hand traveling around to my stomach.

Then it moved down to my hips.

Then it moved down to my clit.

“Brian. Oh shit. Please. I can’t wait. Please.”

“Please what?” he asked.

His fingers had parted my folds and were hovering over my clit. I could feel their heat teasing my swollen nub as fire surged through my veins. It was all too much. His muscles against my back. His voice in my ear. His breath on my neck, and his cock in my body. The water was tinting our skin red as the steam took over the air in our lungs. I was dripping from head to toe as he bent my body to his will.

“Please let me come,” I said with a whimper.

“All you had to do was ask.”

He pulled back and thrust into me, setting an earth-shattering pace. My body bounced against the wall as his fingers circled my clit. My legs were shaking, and my arms were growing weak. I could feel the electricity building behind my abdomen, threatening to push me over much sooner than I could’ve ever thought. My head was spinning as his lips nibbled on my ear. I could feel his breath cascading down my neck. I was entranced by him; under his spell as he worked my body like he’d known me forever. His arm wrapped around my waist as his fingers pressed into my clit, and I could feel myself falling over the edge.

My vision tunneled as stars burst behind my eyelids, and the only thing I could do was chant.

“Brian. Brian. Yes. Yes. I’m coming.. It’s coming. Brian.”

His hips pounded into me as my pussy milked his cock. I held him in my vice grip as my body trembled against him. He stilled his movements and sank his dick into me, his hips making shallow thrusts as he felt my pussy cradle him. His lips bit down on my shoulder, his teeth scraping along my skin as a growl emanated from his throat.

Then I felt his cock twitch inside of me before his cum painted the inside of my body.

In a fit of panting and sweat, the two of us collapsed onto the shower floor. He leaned himself against the wall as I knelt on my knees, and soon I was pulled into his lap. He cradled me against his rippling chest, his strong arms holding me close. I tucked my head underneath his chin, quivering from my orgasm as our juices leaked from my body.

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race.

“A wedding on the mountain?” I asked.

“Figured the pictures would be nice,” he said.

“I think they’ll turn out wonderfully,” I said.

I felt Brian place a kiss on top of my head before he pulled me closer to him.

“Let’s sit here for a second,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t moving anyway,” I said.

“Good. Because I’m not ready to leave.”

And his words brought me comfort. Because neither was I.