24. Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
brAX
I felt like I was floating ten thousand feet above the earth.
Everything felt right, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, with who I was supposed to be with. Even though Dylan had only been back in my life for a few days, I struggled to remember who I was before her.
The crazy thing was I didn’t come to her room expecting to have sex; my intentions were to let know about the conversation with Steven. And let her decide what she wanted to do.
But I was fucked from the get go.
I didn’t expect her to answer the door wearing nothing but a robe.
I'd expected Dylan would want to cool things off after hearing about Steven threatening her job. That was why I made a casual remark about whatever this was between us being “fun.”
I think I said that more to protect myself in case she did say it was just a fling.
I’d known from the second I saw her again that things would be set in motion that couldn’t be undone. There was no turning back now. What we were doing was wrong, there was no denying it.
But, fuck. It felt so fucking right.
With her back to me, Dylan calmly untangled her long dark hair with her fingers. Her hair cascaded down her back, along the curve of her spine.
Pulling her back towards me, I pushed her back onto the bed. She could barely take a breath before I kissed her deeply on her pink, luscious lips.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hovering over her.
She blinked lazily. “Yes.”
“Good. Meet me in the shower in a few minutes. I’ll get the water warm.”
Her lips curled upwards and her eyes flickered with the thought of round two.
The bathrooms in this hotel were built for sex. Black marble surfaces, dim lighting—there were multiple places you could fuck, but none more inviting than the inbuilt bench seat that ran along the wall inside the shower.
Turning on the tap, the water was instantly warm.
The thought of fucking Dylan in here made my dick hard again.
I'd always had a small refractory period and after so long of being apart from her, my body was making up for lost time.
Dylan heard the water running.
She slipped into the bathroom, dimming the lights even further. The black marble shone from the light reflecting off the water, leaving a slickness on the surface of the marble.
I sat on the bench seat, surrounded by steam and water splashing around my body. I beckoned her over.
She looked every inch the smoldering goddess of sex.
I ran my eyes over her toned legs, glorious tits and pink pussy. “Your body is a wonderland,” I muttered.
Humor danced in her eyes. “Stop quoting John Mayer,” she smirked.
Grinning, I squirted body wash into my hands and coaxed her to come over to me. I wanted to feel every single inch of her. “Come here.”
She did what I asked, standing between my legs and looking at me with those big brown eyes.
I was already ready for her. I wanted to impale her on my granite dick, but this time, I wanted to take my time with her.
She wasn’t some quick fuck.
She was built to be worshiped.
And I was made to worship her.
Reaching upwards from my seated position, I began to rub the soapy wash over her neck, and down over her chest, my eyes fixated on her perky, soft tits.
Her perfect pink nipples hardened with her arousal. I massaged them slowly, squeezing them gently, loving on them as I ran body wash over them.
They glistened in the shower, the golden light throwing the silhouette of her giant breasts onto the wall. “You have the best tits.”
“I know.”
Fuck, her confidence was such a turn on.
I made my way down her toned stomach, my eyes dropping to her pussy, which was now just below my line of sight.
I lifted her left leg, resting it on the bench. Squirting another dollop of body wash on my hands, I began soaping her leg, beginning at her ankle.
Slowly, I worked my way up her calf, then to her beautiful toned thigh.
She shivered as my fingers grazed her pussy.
We repeated the motion on the other leg, and when I got to her inner thigh, I lightly stroked the crease between her upper leg and her hip. “Are you wet for me?"
She looked down at me, water droplets forming on her long eyelashes. She didn’t answer, instead choosing to burn my soul from the inside out with her molten stare.
Biting my lip, I turned my attention to her pussy, still swollen from the pounding earlier. I gently circled her clit, knowing that it would be extra sensitive.
I slipped a finger inside her, before removing it slowly. "You're soaked."
A small moan escaped her lips.
I spun her around roughly, positioning her ass in my face. “Don’t think I have forgotten about this ass.”
Toned and perky, it was fucking divine.
I slapped it hard.
Straightening my posture, I fisted my cock.
With one hand on her tiny waist, I guided her down, and she sank onto my dick for the second time that night. I went slow, knowing she'd need to get accustomed to the size of me again.
Dylan remarked how our reflections look in the bathroom mirror.
She was in the reverse cowgirl position.
Once she was seated, she rotated her hips in a figure-eight maneuver, her inner walls constricting and releasing before she began to glide up and down on my cock.
The water splashed off both our bodies and steam was beginning to fog up the shower screen.
The splat sound of her ass slamming down onto my dick mixed with her short and sharp moans had gotten me so fucking worked up.
She leaned forward and whipped her long silken hair back, sticking to her skin.
Arching her back, she rotated her hips in circles, feeling every inch of me inside her.
She bent over slightly, arching her back even more, and gave me a hell of a view while she rode me with a solid rhythm.
Gripping me tightly, she squeezed her inner walls tight as she bounced up and down on me over and over again.
“Fuck Brax,” she panted. “I forgot how–”
My name on her lips nearly sent me over the edge. I thrusted into her. “What?”
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she rolled her hips again, circling my cock like water circles a drain.
My thrusts were getting more ruthless and intense.
I slid a hand to the front of her pussy, and made little circles on her swollen clit.
“Come for me again,” I demanded.
Leaning her back into me, she surrendered to the sensations I was unleashing on her body.
The sound of me pounding into her made a violent slapping sound, splattering water everywhere.
If our first sexual encounter was considered love making; then this was a hard and fast fuck.
I circled her clit faster, squeezing one of her heavy tits with my other hand, doing everything I could not to come inside her. I made a mental note to ask her about birth control. I had no doubt she was on it, but wanted to be sure.
I pumped into her as I felt her contract around my dick, teetering on the edge.
A few more seconds and Dylan’s breathing labored, her legs shaking as she struggled to contain the orgasm that was about to rip through her beautiful body.
“Come for me baby,” I whispered into her wet skin.
She contracted one final time, before releasing a cry of pure pleasure as her body shattered into a million little pieces.
I fucked her harder as she met her maker.
I felt her pussy pulsate, before she melted onto me, like candle wax.
I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. Her face was flushed, slick wet hair stuck to her body, and she had a look of fire burning in her eyes.
She was pure sex.
A fucking wild animal, built to fuck.
Sliding herself off me, I slapped her ass hard, marking her skin red with my handprint.
In one swift movement, I spun her around and stood up, crashing my mouth onto hers and kissing her hungrily.
I pushed her back against the shower glass, the sound echoing in the bathroom above the constant stream of water.
With one hand, I grabbed both of Dylans’ wrists and locked them above her head, dropping my face to her tits, sucking one peaked nipple, then running my tongue along to the other. She bucked against the restraint, moaning as I playfully bit her nipple.
Releasing her wrists, she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me to hoist her up.
I slammed her against the shower screen while she curled her legs around me. I committed the image of her ass pressed to the shower glass to memory.
I guided my cock back inside her. “Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” she huffed, still out of breath from her orgasm. I swallowed her moan with a deep kiss.
I glanced into the mirror to see her body wrapped around my waist. I was wearing her like a belt.
It was an erotic sight. Her ass planted on the glass screen while I fucked her, water splashing everywhere and steam swirling between us.
She panted into my shoulder, before throwing her head back against the glass. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
She opened those caramel eyes and locked them on me. Breathless, she said, “I want to fuck you forever."
She could. She could have all of me.
Forever.
I was hers. She was mine.
Droplets of water ran down my face, and onto my chest as I felt my cock tighten.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Come in my mouth Brax."
Oh fuck.
I kissed her passionately in response.
A few more deep thrusts, before I slid out.
Dylan dropped to her knees and curled her fingers around the base of my cock.
Taking me into her mouth, she deepthroated me once, twice, and on the third time, I found God.
Growling, I came hard down her throat, filling her mouth with all I had.
The water poured down her face as I watched her suck me dry, swallowing it all like the good girl that she's not.
Fucking beautiful.