Chapter 6
The kiss turned into a whirlwind, senses all jumbled up, the water too hot scorching my shoulder and trailing down my chest while Claire’s fierce mouth claimed me; her tongue hunted mine, sucked, nipped lightly, my breath hitched, skin prickled, I got rock hard in a snap, head spinning from the coconut scent and steam; her hands slid up my belly, traced my chest, squeezed to feel my heart racing, dropped along my ribs until they gripped my waist and pulled.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, palms full, firm pressure, drew her into my fit and felt the muscle respond under her smooth skin; she let out a ragged moan into my mouth, hot and broken, rose on her tiptoes, her knee brushed my thigh, the glass shook against my back, the spray ricocheted between us and made everything slick, messing with our footing and at the same time helping us find another, deeper, tighter; I squeezed again, fingers sweeping the base of her back, while the water ran between her tits, streaked my chest, dripped from her chin and turned into trails down to her navel; our short breaths hit each other’s faces, begging for more.
Claire turned and pressed her back to my chest, her ass nestling against my hard cock.
“Go on, rub my back.”
I kneaded her slim shoulders, thumbs sweeping her shoulder blades, heavy palms sliding down the sides. I pressed my hips in and started grinding, light at first, then firm. She arched, offered more, ass up for me.
I slotted between her thighs. The water made everything slippery. I slid my cock down the crack of her ass until I found the heat between her legs. The head brushed her lips, a wet, soft touch. She clamped her thighs a bit, trapped me, and I humped slow, tip grazing her entrance, up and down the same track.
Claire pushed her hips back, begging for more contact. I held her waist with one hand, the other pressed the base of her back. I advanced with the rhythm of the spray: sliding, pressing, feeling her heat give way. A sigh escaped her throat when the head passed fully over her pussy, wetting my shaft. I kept going, deep friction, short cadence, the glass vibrating lightly, her body yielding against mine.
She hooked my cock between her legs and squeezed it against herself; we both moaned at the same time and exchanged a “yes” with our eyes, and twisted, she kissed me with her hot mouth while grinding slow, guiding with her hand, trapping my shaft in the gap of her thighs. I felt the head spark against her hot entrance, her controlling it all, letting it touch, almost enter, pulling away on purpose to restart the cycle, crushing my length against her clit, polishing it from top to bottom.
The water hit her collarbones, ran down, made the friction slick and cruel; she clamped her thighs in a tight hug, trapped my whole cock and traced an eight with her hips, scraping the head in her slit, sometimes parting it with two fingers so I could slide through. When the tip hit the right spot she gasped into my mouth and smiled, pulling away right after just to hear my breath break.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, palms full, pulled her closer. She dropped her head on my shoulder, moaned short and dropped her hips with weight, rubbing her clit on me again and again. Each near-entry sent a unique jolt down my spine. The base throbbed. My body begged for thrust.
“Like this, I’m gonna come…” I rasped, almost whining.
“No. You can’t…”
She squeezed her thighs and guided another slow pass over my head. Deeper. Wetter. Stopped at the edge of her entrance and held.
Still.
She looked at me with her mouth half-open, water hitting her shoulder, hot breath on my neck.
“Push.”
I lost it.
She looked at me with her mouth half-open. Water hitting her shoulder. Hot breath on my neck.
“Push.”
I pushed, just one thrust, and her body took me in hot, soft, the caress turned to tremor, a shiver crossed my nipples, her legs quivered around me, I paused a second, breathed, steadied my weight, and when I bottomed out she slumped a bit, moaned loud and leaned forward. I had to hold her waist to keep her on her feet.
She straightened, looked at me, laughed a satisfied curse and repositioned.
I entered again, short, rhythmic, her grip squeezed me on every pullout and tugged back, she cried out broken, moaned against the tile, forehead almost on the glass, the water ran down the dip of her back and trailed to the curve of her ass.
I set the deep, full rhythm, the ring of skin back there winked in time, closing and opening hypnotic, her hips gave and begged for more, my base throbbed, her mouth opened silent before the next sound, I stayed in the body, in the detail, her pussy held me inside hot and wet, her palm found my wrist and squeezed when I went deeper, she roared with full voice, I answered with two thrusts, felt the fit vibrate, water drowning our sounds, skin on skin, the world reduced to heat and breath.
I felt a small tremor from her hips, climbing her spine. Her body arched and gripped me inside, hot, deep, like it was sucking. She pushed the glass with her palms, spread her fingers, locked her thighs around my fit.
The sound came raspy on the first “ah” and turned to a full moan. Her nape pressed my mouth. I felt her neck pulse. Her pussy vibrated in waves, clenching and releasing. My hand on her waist caught the shock of each contraction.
She tried to pull away half an inch and couldn’t. She ground short, begged for deeper without words. The steam clung to our skin. The water ran down the valley of her back and fell at the curve of her ass. The orgasm seemed to come in waves, making her smile without closing her mouth. At the end she pulled away from me and splashed some water on her face like she needed to wash it.
“Fuck. That was so good,” she touched her own pussy, checking. “Did you come?”
“We need to get out of here. Look at your skin,” I showed the red patches from the hot water.
She glanced without caring, shut off the faucet, smiled again and knelt in front of me. She put her hands behind her, on the wet floor, like she promised not to use them. She looked up at me. I nodded. She opened her mouth.
The heat enveloped me first. Soft lips sealing the head, tongue making a slow circle just on the ridge. She wet it good and sank deeper, cheeks hollowing for pressure, firm suction. Her breath came out her nose and hit warm on my lower belly. I felt the outline of her mouth sliding down my shaft, as far as it fit comfortable, and rising slow, leaving a trail of spit that the cool damp air marked. She teased the crown with the tip of her tongue, licking from the side, then took me again, now deeper, alternating short rhythm with pauses where only the tight kiss of her lips held me.
Without hands, she guided me with her eyes. When I tried to thrust, she gripped my neck with her throat, didn’t swallow, just blocked the entrance, making a delicious resistance. She released and sucked back. Her tongue swept the underside, from mid to root, and returned along the vein, insistent. I moaned low, my abs tightened, chest skin prickled. She smiled with her mouth full, hummed a vibration that shook through me. She rested her head a second, lips still around, breathed and came back, slower, like she was tasting me calm.
The pleasure built fast. That rhythmic suction, hot, wet, made it throb at the base. She felt it and changed pace. Less deep. More tongue. Wet kisses on the head, pecks, swirls, tongue taps on the frenulum. I nearly lost it. My body gave that warning, deep in the lower back. My hand went on its own to her hair. I froze.
“Almost,” I whispered, hoarse.
She looked up and got it. Pulled her mouth back just an inch, let a string of spit stretch and drop. Ran her tongue slow over the trail it left. Kissed the tip lightly. Smiled, still on the floor, no hands.
I breathed, pulled back from the edge.
Lucky for me, I hadn’t come.
God is good.