Chapter 18
Eighteen
Seth
Claire does what she’s told and moves the shower head in front of her. I look around her body to see her testing the pressure on her legs before letting it touch her clit.
“Ugh, fuck.” She practically groans in approval as she uses one hand to hold the shower head and the other is bracing herself as I continue to move inside her.
We’ve found a rhythm, her leaning forward enough, and I can push inside her from here. Her moans vibrate through her chest, and I feel it from sitting behind her. It has my balls tightening at the thought of her letting go.
My body aches with the need to come. Feel her come around me. Hear those moans she makes when she’s losing herself.
“Play with your tits,” I instruct and the words are barely out of my lips before the hand bracing herself is rolling her pink nipples.
Without the bracing, she fully takes me; takes every inch of this cock that’s getting too close to coming. I meant what I said: she comes first.
My hands grip her, lifting and pulling her back down, as she uses the shower head on herself. She’s damn near panting when I say, “Look at you. This greedy cunt taking all of me.”
“Yes,” she whines, dragging the words. Her voice almost begging has me one step closer.
Don’t fucking come before her.
Her breathing is shallow and then she’s holding her breath but moving her hips on me, desperately searching for what she wants. I know her orgasm has to be close because her core flexes, her legs holding herself in just the right spot. I tip her hips forward, just a little, and speed up.
“Need you to come so you can bounce on this dick,” I growl, my voice stronger than I intended.
But that’s what does it. I feel her contracting around me, her head falling forward as I keep pushing into her. Her pussy grips me tight and that’s what it takes for me to chase right after her.
Claire bounces on my cock; the feeling of her around me and the moans that fall out of her mouth send my own orgasm ripping through me.
My hips push harder, needing her to take all of this, everything I’m spilling into her.
Then I feel the shower head on my balls, Claire now rubbing her clit to finish out her climax.
The water is hot and strong—the pressure a fucking perfect match to the gorgeous woman on top of me. It’s tunnel vision, the rest of the room, or shower, nowhere to be seen.
Her head falls back, resting on my shoulder, and the weight of her has my heart thumping in my chest so loudly I feel like she has to be able to hear. The shocks stop and our moans die down when Claire puts the shower head back where it belongs.
For a few seconds, we sit with my cock still buried in her. She tries to catch her breath and I give her a gentle kiss to her shoulder blade. I swear, she pushes back into it.
“Now stand up and let me see you.” My voice is jagged and deep.
My girl loves to listen—she stands, slow, her legs trembling just enough for me to see. She tries to turn to face me and I lightly grab her hips, stopping her.
“Not yet,” I say, my eyes glued to the inside of her thighs.
And that’s when I see it, my cum leaking from inside her. It’s like something cuts through the steam and the feeling sprints through my bloodstream—how much I want her. Again. And again.
Like she’s not close enough.
“Now that’s a beautiful sight.” The words are mostly for myself, but obviously Claire hears.
Her voice is breathy as she turns her head over her shoulder to ask, “What is?”
“My cum dripping from you like this.” I see her smile, her cheek giving her away.
I stand, spin her around, and then fuse my mouth to hers—needing a taste. She kisses me back, looping her arms around my neck. Claire bites my lip and hangs on to me, tighter as each second goes by. My hands roam from her hips to her low back and I pull her into me.
And then we stand there, surrounded by steam. Part of me feels so full and like I’m getting something I’ve needed for a long time. Good sex? Good company? Both? Fuck, who knows. And honestly, at this point, I don’t care to dissect it.
I rub circles on her back and there’s still this pull to her. Like I want to take care of her, even though she’s damn well capable of doing that herself, and would have no problem telling you that. I kind of like seeing how I can make her break a little, see how far she’ll let me go.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, while guiding her into the stream of water.
My hands reach for the brand new loofah and I put body wash—vanilla and peppermint—on it. The bubbles form fast, the lather like velvet between my fingers.
And just when I think she’s going to tell me she can do it herself, or that I don’t have to do that, she simply gives in, “Whatever you say, Seth.”