He turns immediately, those big strong hands going flat against the slick surface. Without being told, her boy places his feet shoulder-width apart, giving her room to reach through his legs to cup his already hard cock, if she wants. For now, Corinne only strokes the soapy cloth over his back. Shoulder blades jutting, shifting at her touch, he shudders.
Her boy leans to press his forehead to the shower wall, bending at the waist. Corinne nudges his feet with hers to get him to open wider, careful that neither of them slip. When his feet are far enough apart that he’s leaning even farther, his ass easily accessible, she runs a finger down his spine. Counting the knobs there. Briefly circling the twin dimples at the base. Then lower, down the crack of his butt until she finds the tight pucker of his asshole, where she presses her fingertips and listens to him moan.
Her other hands slips between his thighs to cup his balls. She doesn’t squeeze, though when he pushes back against her, she lets out a low warning tone and allows her grip to get a little tighter. Just enough to warn him.
“Please,” her boy whispers. “Please, Ma’am.”
Corinne let out a hushed cry as she withdrew her fingers from her yearning, hungry cunt and used them to rapidly stroke her clit. She’d fucked him in the shower, fingers, mouth, and tongue working him until he’d begged for the release she had not granted until he’d gone to his knees in front of her and given her two orgasms with his tongue. The water had turned cold by the time they’d finished, but neither of them had noticed.
She moaned his name, letting the thrum and beat of the water take it away so she could almost pretend she hadn’t said it aloud.
Her breath sobbed out of her as she slid two fingers inside her pussy again, curling upward. She let herself go with the pleasure. No more holding back. Stroking her clit again in a steady, constant rhythm, Corinne urged her body toward the edge.
So close, so fucking close, and yet she couldn’t manage to tip over. With a frustrated groan, she turned to press her back against the wall. Now the water spattered her breasts, teasing her nipples almost painfully. It washed over her belly and between her legs, and she tipped her hips upward to let it pound her clit. There, there it was, the stream from the showerhead nothing compared to a sweetly flicking tongue, but all she had at the moment. Corinne used both hands to open herself, exposing her pussy to the water’s steady spray.
Her boy should be on his knees in front of her right now, she thought somewhat incoherently. His fingers gripping her hips. Digging deep. Holding her close to the expert, relentless stroking of his tongue against her.
Oh, yes. Oh, fuck yes. This was it, the point of no return, when everything up until now had been merely a tease. She was going to come, yes, right here, like this, and…
Corinne shook with it, aware of the sting of water in her eyes but not caring. Nothing mattered but the pleasure. Not her own harsh grunting or the stinging needles of water turning chilly or the fact she was definitely very late for work now. All that mattered was the ecstasy sweeping her away from everything that made her sad.
Panting, her inner muscles clenching, Corinne twisted the faucet to turn off the water. She stumbled with weak legs onto the bathmat and grabbed for her towel. Pressing it between her thighs, she let out another hitching sigh at the aftershocks the soft terrycloth gave her. She wanted to come again and again, spending the day in a never-ending chain of climaxes, stopping only to nap in the sweaty entanglement of her lover’s limbs and to be fed cheese and grapes and to sip chilled wine.
The thought of this, finally, made her laugh. As though that scenario would ever happen, she thought as she bent to tuck her hair into the turban she made of her towel and went, otherwise naked, to the sink so she could finish getting ready. A day of nothing but pleasure? How long had it been since she’d been able to indulge in something like that?
A long, long damn time, Corinne thought as she stared at her reflection. The pink flush still spreading over her chest and up her throat gave her a small smile. At least she’d had a few minutes of gratification, anyway, and she should count herself lucky. A few of her friends had declared they no longer even cared about sex at all.
The day she no longer wanted to get off, Corinne thought, she hoped it was the one they put her in the ground.
Chapter Two
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