“I love you so fucking much,” I said as I backed her up against the shower wall. Every curve of her body was made for me. Was made for my hand and my mouth to touch and cherish. I’d thought I’d had every freckle, every scar, every inch of her memorized before, but with the second chance I was given with her, I was learning to appreciate everything a little bit more. I was noticing things I hadn’t in the past, like how if I kissed her right above the tiny mole on her chest, she would moan and thrust her tits forward into my body. And, if I ran the tip of my cock through her center, she’d find a way to open up for me. That night, she propped one foot up on the side of the tub and invited me to touch her.
“Please,” she said, when I didn’t immediately fill her. I wanted to, believe me, but in my haste to get her naked and in my arms, I’d forgotten to grab a condom from my room.
“I don’t have anything,” I said, replacing my dick with my fingers to satisfy her instead. She moaned instantly as I thrust two fingers inside of her. “We’ll have to wait.” I worked my thumb over her clit as the water continued to spray down on me. Her skin was pebbled from being out of the stream and into the cold air. I did my best to keep her warm, covering her body with mine as I continued to touch her.
“We don’t have to wait,” she insisted between labored breaths. “I want you. Now.”
“But—”
“I’m good,” she told me. “I’m on the pill.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, not wanting to let my excitement get the best of me. The idea of feeling her with nothing between us had my cock steely with possibility. I wanted to bury myself and fuck her until I couldn’t see straight. Which wouldn’t take long considering I knew just how tight and hot she’d be when I felt her with my bare skin.
“Yes,” she cried out, as I hooked my fingers forward, stroking her most sensitive spot. “God, yes.”
I grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg up around my waist and thrust into her, bracing one arm on the wall to make sure we didn’t slip. I took her mouth with mine and tried to balance my focus between her kiss and the feel of the walls of her * tightening around me. It was too much. She was too much.
“Jesus, Nora, this feels good,” I told her, resting my head against hers and circling my hips to go deeper. I’d willingly torture myself with the pleasure of her any day of the week.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. I didn’t want to, but if I didn’t slow down, it was going to be over for me before she was done.
“I have to,” I said, slowing my pace.
“No,” she said. “I want to feel you come. Keep going.” She latched her hand around my neck and pulled my face to hers. “Keep fucking me.”
The fire in her eyes and the words spilling from her lips before she’d kissed me was all the go ahead I needed. I drove into her hard and fast until I felt my restraint fade and I came harder than I ever had before. As soon as I finished, I dropped my forehead against hers.
“I’m sorry, baby.” The regret I felt for not bringing her to climax was instantaneous. “I tried to hold back. You just felt so damn good and then you told me to keep going. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she said with a satisfied grin. “I wanted you to feel good. And, watching you is the next best thing.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I told her as I switched our positions, placing her under the hot water. As she tilted her head back to wet her hair, I soaped up my hands and began washing her body. Lathering her skin was the least I could do. As I watched the water cascade over her skin and wash the bubbles away, I could already feel my cock pulsing for round two.
As soon as we were clean and dried off, I led her to the bedroom and quickly pulled the towels from our body. Climbing into bed with her, I dragged my tongue down her damp skin until I was positioned between her legs and able to lick through her center.
“Already?” she asked as she smiled at me.
“Not quite,” I told her, looking up into her eyes. “But I will be soon.” I flicked my tongue against her clit and watched as her head fell on to the pillow. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you sleep before you’ve at least come twice.”
I made good on my promise. Once with my tongue and once as we made slow, passionate love before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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