As my chest turns bubbly and white, he picks up a patch of soap from my chest with three of his fingers and moves it down my stomach to my sex. I part my legs even farther, inviting him to cleanse me. The smooth soap glides over my skin as he feels around the folds, opening me up widely. I hear him say breathlessly, “Let me return the favor from last night, Michelle.”
I nod, unable to speak. All I know is I want those fingers inside of me, exploring me just as my hands had their fill of his cock last night. I place one of my legs on the edge, giving him even more room to penetrate me, and he takes my invitation. A soft finger enters, splitting my body apart. I roll my head back and moan as I feel him moving steadily in a circle around me. The other two fingers press against the top of my clit, putting an intense pressure on my most sensitive points.
His entire middle finger finds its way in me, and he begins to move in and out, first only with the tip of the finger, but then, as he goes deeper, more and more, until he is inside me up to his knuckle. I feel my * clench around him, trying to resist it. But with each small thrust, my own wetness increases, making the walls of my * as slick as my soapy skin. And I want more. Another finger slips in, and I nearly collapse onto him. He speeds up seeing me like this, full of wanting. I cry out, “Cal, pl– please…please…” I can’t get out the right words. His hands are guiding me to one of the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had.
Instead of relenting, he begins to pick up speed, going faster with two and then three fingers jabbing upwards like a sword cutting through a man in battle. Each and every time, he dives in, then pulls almost completely out, and then dives back in again. His fingers linger over my skin for just seconds – just long enough so I can feel what it is like to have it all and lose it all over again. It’s a teasing torture that only gets worse as he railroads me at a rapid pace.
I want him to slow down. I want to feel and be present in this moment. But what he is doing to me is far from letting up. He is relentless in punishing my cunt. He has one thing on my mind, and that is bringing me to completion. And as I feel the knots build up in my stomach, chest, and head so I feel like a balloon about to burst, I know he is about to get exactly what he wants.
I cum as the third finger slips in, hitting my clit. And I know Cal can feel it. He eases up, letting me feel the fireworks between my legs as I pulsate deeply. Every inch of me feels lighter and freer now that I am free of whatever was pent up in me. He uses his other hand to open my mouth as he slips his wet, sweet tongue into my mouth.
Cal eventually lets go with a sigh, and I sink back towards the faucet, welcoming the water once more. I wash off all the soap he covered me in and quickly rub in the shampoo. After all, I got in here for a reason. But Cal isn’t moving. He watches my every move with a brooding look upon his face. Finally, I ask him, “Can I help you?”
“I want to fuck you.” He says it slowly so I don’t miss a word over the sound of the water.
I ask him to repeat himself, “Come again?”
“I want to fuck you.” He stands up straight and takes a step towards me. His hand cups my chin and brings my face up to his level. “I want to fuck you badly.”
I don’t have time to resist. He turns me around immediately and leans me over so the water is spraying down onto my back and ass. I have just enough time to grab on to the wall in front of me before he enters. I let out a shriek as I feel his hard cock caress against my tired skin. “Cal! Please!”
“Please what, Michelle?”
I turn to face him, watching him touch and admire my body, “Please be good to me.”
He smiles and goes back to his work. Instead of plowing deep into my body, he slows himself. I can tell he is holding back by how he uses my hips as a balance point. His fingers push and squeeze into my pale skin as he grows farther inside of me. I can feel his jagged nails leave their own, temporary scars.
Every part of his body is longing to go at me. He wants to fuck me, but I want him to make love to me. Unlike him fingering my *, I want to actually know his body. I want to experience what makes his cock the best I have ever had. I want to know why I dream about him taking me almost every night since the last time I’ve had him. And to do that, I need to take him slow and deliberately.
While he isn’t going fast, he is going deep. His long cock drives a path to new places as I lean down farther, nearly touching my toes as I hold onto the edge of the bathtub. Every time I sink lower, he lifts his hips higher, taking me from a v-angle. The water runs down my body towards my face and neck, and I can see it vibrate as my body takes the strokes one by one.
Suddenly, Cal pulls out. He backs up against the tub and away from me. I stand and turn, unsure of what just happened. I ask him frantically, “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
He runs his hand through his hair as he looks around the small, black and white bathroom. “It’s – I don’t know – I—"