I am holding her, assaulting her with my mouth, my cock still fully inside her when she makes her request for me to take her to the shower.
Fuck, so good.
When I reach the bathroom, I fumble for the shower door—still trying to keep up the rhythm of our kiss. I struggle a bit to slide it open and turn on the water, but I manage. She gives me a break, kissing my neck while I adjust the temperature. Her pussy is a work of art—tight, super wet, and she doesn’t yelp in pain when I go deep. It’s as if we were made for each other.
I hold out my arm to test the temperature. It has warmed now, and I carry her inside and slide the door closed, the glass quickly fogging. I look into her eyes as the water beats against my shoulders. Her legs fit snugly around me, her eyes fixed to mine as she randomly tenses her pussy—a silent beg for me to keep fucking her, to keep making love to her.
Slowly, I thrust inside her again. The water washes away some of the lubrication, which I love. I love how tight pussy is in water. Yet, Emily is still drenched on the inside. Her eyes flutter with my thrusts, and I kiss her again, greedily sucking at her tongue. Briefly, I realize her mouth hasn’t been on me yet. I went down on her and without even thinking about her going down on me in return. It isn’t a requirement, but I want it. I need her mouth on me. I need to mark her throat, to come everywhere I can, because I want her to be mine.
I can’t explain why I feel so connected to her. I feel like I could tell her anything, and like I have known her forever, and not only because of our brief time together at the concert years ago. It moves beyond familiarity. I feel like she knows me, like she sees who I am.
I pick up the pace, fucking her faster and harder, my cock stressing against the friction of her. If heaven exists, it is in Emily’s pussy, because it is fucking gold. I thought I knew what good pussy was, but I was wrong. I don’t remember sex being as exciting as this since the first time, and even bad sex is exciting when it is the first time. Quite frankly, it is better because we are amazing together, the way we respond to each other’s prompts.
And she is loving it, loving every stroke. I can tell by the way she clenches around me, constricting so tightly I am illogically afraid my dick will break off. But it would be a good way to lose it.
I grab her ass hard, and she moans in a mix of pain and thrill. I move my hand around to her clit, using three fingers to apply even, light pressure. In circles, I move them, fucking turned on by her mouth staying half-open in a silent show of ecstasy. I suck her neck, then move my tongue up to her ear. Then I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her back arches in response, her head turning toward mine, my hair being damn near pulled out. She moans. I moan with her. We moan together.
That is something Eliza always liked about me. I am not the silent type.
“I’m gonna come,” she says. “Harder, babe.”
Babe. I realize I called her baby when I was going down on her. It slipped out—perhaps a side effect of recently coming out of a relationship? Or is Emily that fucking important to me already?
I follow the rhythm of her grinding. I thrust hard but slow, my cock now bathed in her pussy juice, the water even unable to wash it away. Her tits bounce in the most beautiful way as if they are the tits she was born to have, except I know she bought them. I see the light lines of her surgical scars, and it turns me on even more, knowing she paid for them. I imagine her having gotten them to tempt me and only me, even though I know that is a ludicrous thought. She grabs my jaw with both hands, and we kiss just as hard and slow as I fuck her. She is a phenomenal kisser. I have most definitely been missing out on good kissing.
Suddenly, her legs tighten around me, and her hands hook around my neck. She is pressed tightly against the stone, so I let go of her, confident she won’t fall, and palm both of her tits as she starts coming. I know she is coming because her pussy jerks in rapid rhythm, warmth flooding around my dick. I am surprised I haven’t busted yet, but I am about to. However, I was determined to finish her first.
She screams into my ear, her fingers moving from my neck to my hair, pulling it roughly as her heels dig into my ass and I bite her shoulder.
Within seconds of her hips stopping, and her breathing slowing, I am out of her. I set her down, and instinct brings my hand to my cock. I am about to come. She knows, and she drops to her fucking knees.
Eagerly, she takes it in her fist, brushes her lips against it. Her tongue darts out and licks the head as her eyes cut to mine. I block the water from her face as she stares at me expectantly, like she wants me to command her. I say nothing, but I grab her by the back of the hair and yank it back. I don’t know why I do it. I have never been into rough sex, but I need her so badly, and something about the obstacles between us makes me want to fuck her like it will never happen again.
With her other hand, she massages my nuts. I close my eyes as my head falls forward, hoping I will feel every diminutive sensation she graces me with. Abruptly, her mouth closes over my head, and I shudder wildly. I release my grip on her hair, and place my hands against the wall of the shower, softly banging her mouth as she provides vacuum-like suction all the way down my shaft. There isn’t even a hint of a gag as my head reaches the back of her throat. Her tongue writes figure-eights over my shaft, hands still grabbing my balls, head twisting as her mouth slides up toward the head again. She repeats this routine while groaning excitedly against my cock.
Eliza never let me come in her mouth, so I retreat. “I’m close,” I pant.
She smiles, her eyes thick with seduction and sex. Her full lips meet my cock again, holy fucking shit, and immediately I blow my load as she moves all the way down to my base, my head hitting the back of her throat. Fuck, she is talented at this. I jerk, bucking into her while we gaze at each other, my entire body twitching with powerful electricity. When it is finally over, she pulls off me. Swallows and licks her lips.
Jesus.
I could come again just from seeing that, damn.
Eliza never, in ten years, did that. Actually, no one has done that, since I have only been with two people, and Kate wasn’t swallowing at sixteen.
She stands, and I back her against the shower again. My hands grab on to her hips. I kiss her, our tongues intertwining, the slightly unpleasant taste of what has to be me on her tongue. Impulsively, I get on my knees. Suck her pussy as she groans once more, so I can wash away the taste of myself. When I stand again, she pulls me to her lips, and she sucks my tongue, tasting herself, me, us.
Oh my God.
I am in so much fucking trouble.