I cover her with my mouth, sucking in that sweet pearl, lashing it with my tongue until her fingernails dig into my skull. This is our first time in the shower, and it’ll be memorable. All of our first times will get burned into her brain, like she’s burned into my heart.
I spread her legs wide apart and pin her to the tiles of the shower wall. As promised, I’ll do all of the work. Although this isn’t work. This is…hell, it’s more than play or fun. I feast on her because I can’t get enough. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of her.
There isn’t a moment of the day that I don’t want my face buried between her legs or to be balls deep in her *. I want my name to be the last words on her lips when she falls asleep and the first thought in her mind when she wakes.
Right now, she’s chanting my name and whatever caused her to feel upset earlier doesn’t bother her now. Her head presses against the wall and her back arches as she grinds against my mouth and face.
The blood in my dick pounds like a beast clawing its way out. I can’t wait another minute. I surge to my feet and line up my cock at her entrance. Her heat scorches me and I’m not even inside her yet. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I surge forward.
We share a groan when I’m fully seated. She starts squeezing immediately with those goddamn muscles of hers.
I gasp. “Give me a minute, baby. I need to catch my breath.”
Her body quakes against mine as she laughs. “I thought you were this big strong athlete with loads of stamina and discipline.”
“I practice football, not sexual Olympics,” I retort. She squeezes me again.
This girl. I shake my head. She’s challenged me from the moment I laid eyes on her.
“I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” I swing her around, cupping her ass tightly in my hands and carefully step out of the tub. “Squeeze me again and we’re both going down.”
She yelps and clings tighter to me. The situation gets worse because her slippery tits rub against my chest, and her hot little cunt slides up and down my shaft as I hobble my way to the bedroom and onto the bed.
I throw her down and climb on top of her. Caging her between my arms, I bend down and nip her lip. “You’re asking for it. Hope you don’t have too much going on tomorrow because you’ll feel really sore.”
“Bring it.” Her lips curl into an almost feral grin, but underneath I still see the hurt from earlier. Part of her wants me to fuck away her pain and another part of her wants to be held and soothed. I can give her both.
I claim her mouth at the same time I thrust inside of her. Her channel is wet and ready, and I slide in with no resistance. She’s still tight as fuck and I have to pause for a minute before withdrawing.
We find a rhythm, slower than normal, as if we both want to get lost in this physical world where it’s only her and me and all the pleasure we can wring from each other.
I rear back, almost coming out of her completely, and then drive forward with bruising force. Her body welcomes me. Her legs fall open, her arms wrap around my neck, her mouth eats away at mine. I bury my nose in the sweat-dampened skin of her neck so that every breath I take fills my lungs with her.
Ellie bucks against me, telling me with her body that she wants more. Christ, the knot of pleasure that’s built in me since I first started taking her clothes off is close to bursting.
Please come, baby. Please come, I plead silently.
“I’m so close,” I grind out.
“Me, too.” Her legs tighten around my hips. “I’m close, too.”
I feel it. Her body’s a taut string ready to go off. I reach between us and find her engorged clit. She gasps at my first touch and tries to scoot away.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I tell her roughly. I pinch and roll that small spot of flesh between my fingers. She gives a keening cry as the climax grips her and then reaches up to bite my shoulder.
Stars go off in front of my eyes and I fracture. I reach under her legs, practically folding her in half, and hold her there while I pound into her like a frantic animal.
“Knox. Knox.” Her nails dig into my biceps as the orgasm I’ve held off for so long shoots out of me. I buck and pump wildly as she milks me with her tight *. I come for a century and then collapse next to her, chest heaving like I’ve chased a wide receiver from his ten yard line to the end zone.
Even though we’re totally spent, we can’t stop touching each other. I methodically rub her from shoulder to wrist. She runs her toes against my calf. We place kisses on the bare flesh we can reach without moving too far.
“Bathroom sex. Was that on your list?” she jokes after catching her breath. She’s not quite back to her old self, but it’s closer. I breathe a mental sigh of relief.
“What’s not on my list?” I say lightly.
She props herself up, and my eyes fall to her still rosy tits. A few bruises form on the tops where I may have sucked a little too long and hard. I don’t feel even remotely sorry about it. I shove one hand underneath my head and try not to look too pleased.
“Do you have an actual list?”