Episode 48
EPISODE 48
SEX IN THE SHOWER
River
Emily is beautiful—perhaps the most physically striking of all the women. Her natural light-blond hair is like platinum in the moonlight, and I like how she’s a complete contrast to my darkness. Even though I’m lying on the beach, sand in the crack of my ass, I feel...
Sated.
Elated.
Yet I’m far from done.
“I’m glad you got what you needed and more,” she says as she sits up.
I miss the feel of her soft breasts against my chest, and I want more of her. So much more.
And not just to take my mind off Misty, her secrets, and what they may ultimately mean.
I’m feeling something more. It’s physical and visceral, yes, but...
Fuck it.
I’m not going to try to put words to something that doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of working out due to our careers.
In the meantime, though, I have a willing woman who is driving me to the brink of madness.
She rises, her toes sinking into the sand as she brushes off her legs. “I need a shower.”
I stand as well, walk toward the water, and submerge myself for a quick second to get rid of the sand. Then I return to Emily. “Your place or mine?” I ask.
“For what?”
I grin. “For our shower.”
Emily’s light-blue eyes sparkle as she throws on her short silk robe. “Yours, I think. You’re the billionaire, so you probably have a larger shower.”
We don’t encounter anyone else walking back to the mansion, and once we’re in my suite, I walk through the sitting area and bedroom toward my decadent bathroom. And decadent is an understatement. It’s larger than the one in my master suite at home. I turn on the faucet, and when the glass doors are frosted with the steam, I hold out my hand to Emily.
My cock is more than ready for round two, and her gaze drops to it as she licks her lips.
Fuck...
I have to have her again, and this time, I want more than a quick fuck.
Once we’re both under the water, the droplets pelting us, I crush my lips to hers. She opens for me immediately. I thrust my hard cock against her soft belly. Damn, I’m already aching to be inside her once more.
But not quite yet.
I have some exploring to do, and the first stop is her velvety mouth.
I brush my fingers up her arms to her shoulders, gripping them. “Get on your knees, Emily. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Emily doesn’t seem the type to take orders, and in truth, I’m not the kind to give them, despite how I handled Misty earlier. But right now I’m crazy eager to have my dick in her mouth, to watch her suck me as her pale hair sticks to her shoulders and rivulets of water drip down her lush body.
She raises her eyebrows at me for a split second, but then she drops to her knees and takes the head of my cock between her soft lips. I close my eyes at the erotic jolt but then open them quickly. I’m not missing this show, because already she’s got me nearly to my base. I’m long and thick, which means Emily is incredibly skilled.
Even though I just came on the beach... Damn. Emily’s got me raring to spurt already as she works my head with the soft suction of her dazzling lips.
Fuck. Can I get enough of her? I can’t recall when I’ve had such a completely physical reaction to a woman.
Then I stop thinking and concentrate solely on the magnificent blow job Emily’s giving me. I grab the back of her head, entwining my fingers in her soft, wet hair. I gently move her head back and forth.
She finds my rhythm quickly, so I continue...and this time not so gently.
I’m fucking her. Fucking that incredible mouth that sucks me in differently but no less incredibly than her pussy does. Either this woman is just damned skilled at blowing, or she’s gotten into my head in a different way, able to figure out exactly what I crave.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Emily, take all of me. Take all of my big cock into your hot little mouth.”
Her soft moans vibrate against me, and when she looks up and meets my gaze, the water streaming over her, we connect. A jolt of unexpected emotion hits me, and in that moment, this thing between us is no longer physical.
This isn’t just about me and what I need anymore. It’s about both of us...and that makes it more exciting, more stimulating, more electrifying. So electrifying that...
My balls react, contracting and getting ready to?—
I grip her hair and pull her off my cock.
She looks up at me, her eyes on fire. “Not to your liking?”
“Are you kidding me? Too much to my liking. You’re incredible, but if I don’t stop you, I’ll shoot my wad right down that pretty little throat of yours.”
“I don’t recall saying I was averse to that.”
I close my eyes, fist my cock hard at the base to calm it down. This woman is hotter than a Montana summer sun. So easily she submitted to my will on the beach, let me take what I needed.
It’s my turn to give back now.
I’ll eat her pussy until the sun rises, but to do that, I need to relieve this fucking ache once more. And I want to do it inside her tight heat.
“I need to fuck you now, Emily. You okay without a condom?”
“God, yes. Please.”
“Come here.” I pull her to her feet and then lift her, setting her down on my cock.
She sighs into my neck and nibbles my flesh.
I hold myself inside her for a moment, relishing how well she gloves me.
But only for a moment. I push her against the steaming wall of the shower, pull out of her pussy, and then thrust back in with a guttural groan.
Yeah, this won’t take long, and then...
Then...
“Fuck,” I grit out as the contractions start in my balls and explode as I release inside Emily.
She sighs again and I meet her sparkling blue gaze.
For me. She did this all for me. Saw to my needs tonight.
Now it’s my turn to see to hers. When my climax finally subsides, I ease her gently down until her feet are on the shower floor. “I should have let you come first.”
“I have no complaints,” she says.
“You won’t by the time this night is over, because you’re going to come, Emily. You’re going to come and then you’re going to come again. You’re going to come so hard and so many times that you’re going to beg me to stop making you come.”
“River”—she grabs the bottle of shampoo and squirts some into her palm—“never in my life have I begged a man to stop making me come.” She lathers the shampoo between her hands and then reaches up and slathers it over my scalp, massaging gently.
I close my eyes and enjoy the soft massage of her fingers in my hair. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Her magic fingers soothe me, and when she’s got me good and sudsed up, she guides me toward the showerhead so I’m facing the pelting water. I lean down as she continues her massage until my hair is squeaky clean. Then she squirts shower gel into a pouf and slides it over my body, washing away every last grain of sand.
Have I ever been this relaxed? Two orgasms with a gorgeous and tight-pussied woman, and then a scalp massage and shower?
Emily’s touch is tender, nothing like how she gives head or fucks. The contrast is highly erotic.
I want to return her favor. In fact, I love the idea of washing her long, beautiful hair. I pick up the bottle and squirt some into my hand.
She laughs. “You’re going to need more than that, River. My hair’s quite long.”
“So it is.” I double the amount of shampoo and then turn her so her back is to the water. I place my lathered hands on her scalp and vigorously scrub the way she did.
She closes her eyes and sighs, and I continue the massage for several minutes. Then I turn her around, she bows her head, and I rinse her. Next I take the pouf and the gel and wash her as she washed me, feeling through the pouf every curve and contour of her beautiful body.
When we’re both rinsed clean, I turn off the shower, exit, and grab two towels, wrapping one around me. I wrap the other around Emily and then help her towel her long hair until it falls in damp waves around her creamy shoulders.
She reaches toward me, caresses my jawline.
I grab her hand, kiss her palm, and smile. “You ready?”
“For what?” she asks innocently.
“To have your mind fucking blown. To come so hard your body will be limp in my arms. To see the sunrise with me. Are you ready, Emily?”