Chapter 5 Wilder
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Wilder
The hot water does nothing to ease the desire I feel for Aspen.
Being trapped in her shower, surrounded by the smell of her body wash, is making me think dangerous thoughts—thoughts of soaping her breasts with the bar of my favorite soap that Aspen always keeps in the guest shower, which she has now moved into her shower—and of how I would rub my scent into her, marking her for my own.
The fantasy takes over as I pump my soap-covered hand on my cock, harder and faster than I ever have, knowing I don’t have time to drag this out without Aspen getting suspicious.
At the art studio, I had convinced myself that Aspen wanted me as more than a friend, but on the drive to her house, my insecurities set in, making me believe I'd imagined the whole thing. I guess that’s what happens when you’re an inexperienced thirty-three-year-old virgin chasing a beautiful, curvy twenty-three-year-old who is miles out of your league.
Cursing, I grip my cock harder and close my eyes, needing the fantasy to take over for a little longer.
Aspen’s name falls from my lips like a broken plea.
The sound of the shower door opening makes me snap my eyes open.
Just like in my fantasy, Aspen steps into the shower in all her naked glory, looking a thousand times better than my imagination ever did her justice.
“What are you doing in here?” The words stick in my throat as my eyes scan her body from head to toe.
“We’re friends, right?” She shrugs, as if we’re visiting over a cup of coffee and not naked in her shower.
“I thought it would be quicker if we showered together.” She closes the shower door behind her and reaches for the bar of soap, left forgotten in my other hand, the one not filled with my hard shaft.
The feel of her hands on mine short-circuits my brain, causing me to drop the soap onto the tiled floor.
My brain goes completely haywire when she bends down, kneeling on the shower floor, picking up the bar of soap, only to gaze into her eyes, her face inches away from my cock.
It takes everything I have not to give in to the pulsing desire and cum all over her beautiful face.
“You dropped this.” She pauses for a heartbeat, her gaze dropping to my dick, making it jerk in my hand.
Ever so slowly, she stands, letting the tips of her breasts graze my chest, my hard length bobbing between us.
“Would you mind washing my back?” Her husky voice echoes through the shower as she hands me the bar of soap.
Before I can answer, she’s spinning around, facing the other direction.
It gives me a second to clear the fog from my brain.
I blink a couple of times, even pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
When she doesn’t disappear, I lather the bar of soap between my hands, then set the bar down and begin to rub my hands over her back.
She moans at the contact, the sound going straight to my balls, which tighten in anticipation.
She shifts her hips, planting her feet wider apart.
My foggy brain still can’t comprehend what’s happening when I realize my cock is sliding between her legs, against her pussy in a steady rhythm that matches my hands running over her back.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” I take a step back to put some distance between us. The last thing I want is for Aspen to think I’m going to take advantage of our friendship.
With a sigh, she spins around to face me. “Wilder, I’m tired of waiting.” She places her hand on my cheek. “I want you more than a friend.” Too shocked to answer, I can only stare into her eyes. “What I’m saying, Wilder, is that I want you to make love to me.”
Her words are like a dam breaking, causing me to pounce on her, crushing my mouth to hers in a desperate kiss filled with all the longing and desire I’ve been holding back for these long months.
She meets my tongue stroke for stroke. It’s a little clumsy at first, but in no time, we get the hang of it, and it’s like we’ve been kissing each other for years. “Hmm, Wilder.” She moans into my mouth.
Acting on pure instinct, I grip her hips and lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. My last rational thought before plunging into her tight, wet heat is that I hope I don’t slip and crash us to the hard tile floor.
The tip of my cock inches its way inside her, stretching her to take the whole thing. Her eyes widen as she takes me deeper into her body.
“I’m a virgin.” She blurts against my lips.
I pause my movements, needing to make sure she wants to go through with this. “I know, sweetheart. So am I. But we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want this. I want you, Wilder.” Her mouth captures mine as she grinds her hips down fully impaling herself on my shaft.
The power of completely owning her body like this is too much, and I have to fight the urge to come too soon. This is our first time having sex, and I want to make it good for her.
Fighting my own climax, I roll my hips, pushing my cock deep inside her, then pull almost all the way out and back in again.
She throws her head back, pushing her breasts toward my mouth.
Taking her offering, I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, gently biting it, then repeat with her other nipple, making sure to give them each equal attention.
“Yes, Wilder.” She groans. “Don’t stop.”
“You feel too fucking good for me to ever stop.” I pop her nipple out of my mouth and run my tongue along the curve of her neck, tightening my hold on her hips and bouncing her harder and faster on my cock until she’s exploding in ecstasy, her pussy gripping me so tight that I finally give in, shouting her name as I come deep inside of her.