35. Reid
Reid
I help Quinn out of the tub, both of us quiet.
There’s no need for words because we both know where this is going.
She shudders as we enter the yurt again, and I will admit it’s a bit chilly, especially in contrast to the hot tub.
So I do the thing that makes the most sense, considering she is shivering and we are already wet.
I guide her into the bathroom. Into the shower.
It’s a small shower compared to hotel suites or, say, my home. But for a glorified camping tent, it’s not too bad. Big enough for two people. If they stand very close together, which we fully intend to do.
Quinn starts to take off her suit, but I stop her. I want to do it myself.
She stands there, her eyes wild and hungry as she stares up at me through the steam swirling between us.
I tug on the strings of her top and it falls loose, exposing her perfect, perky breasts.
I want to cup them. I want to pull her towards me.
I want to devour her with the urgency and hunger of a wolf that hasn’t eaten in days.
But I also want to enjoy her slowly, like a piece of cake. Slowly. Savoring.
I go with the latter and simply run my fingertips along her collarbones, down the swell of her breasts, around the curve of her nipples.
They harden immediately, and she shudders.
I run my fingertips down her sides to her hips.
She giggles softly at the contact. Then I tug the strings of her bikini bottoms loose and let them fall to the floor, exposing the rest of her. Her perfect ass. Her dainty pussy.
I want her.
I want all of her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
But again, I am in no hurry.
I watch her expression as I touch her with my thumb, pressing it between her warm, wet lips, running it down to her clit, teasing for a moment before going further down, flickering it over her opening. Her lips part and her cheeks pinken more with every millimeter.
Then I drop my swim trunks to the floor.
My hard, erect cock springs free and I take it in my hand, stroking it once, twice…
my eyes on Quinn’s the entire time. She watches as I step closer, pressing the tip of my dick against her, tracings circles against her mound, rubbing against her with just enough pressure to ignite a fire under her skin.
With my other hand, I cup one of her breasts, running my thumb over her nipple again.
Quinn quivers and whimpers, reaching up to place her hands on my shoulders. Needing to stabilize herself. Needing so much more.
I take her hand in mine and pull her into the shower.
We step under the water and I pull her against me, kissing her deeply.
There is no reserve in the kiss. I work my jaw to open hers, taste every inch of her, to find her tongue with mine, to nibble her lips and suck on them and make every piece of her mine.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this way.
Or if I ever truly have.
I can tell just by the way she is arching into me, rubbing her naked, wet body against mine that she needs more. But I’m not ready to speed things up. Not yet. So I continue to kiss her, relishing in the simplicity of it for as long as I can, as long as we can stand.
But Quinn comes to her tiptoes and presses her pussy against the base of my dick.
And while most of the nerve endings with the potential to end me are located about 8 inches higher than that, it stokes the flames that are starting to build, enough so that it becomes very obvious we both need to move on.
I lift her leg up to allow more nerve endings to be met, and she grinds against me.
But one thing is clear: as we attempt to have stand-up shower sex, our height differences are a bit of a barrier here.
Quinn is all of maybe five foot three-ish and a hundred and twenty pounds at most. And I, on the other hand, am six foot four, two hundred and twenty pounds of earned muscle and nothing else.
That said, I can bench press two-fifty, so I’m not seeing a challenge here.
I pick her up in my arms, and she does her best to wrap her legs around my torso.
It’s not easy when she’s short and my torso is thick, but I take advantage of the shower’s tight quarters and press her against the wall.
Then I stroke my cock a couple more times (not that it needs it, it’s been no softer than granite since we stepped into the shower) and slowly press it inside her.
Quinn gasps.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“Yeah, no, I’m good,” she breathes with a smile. “I just…”
I arch an eyebrow, and she bites her lip.
“Are you sure we can do this?”
I chuckle at that. “Am I sure we can do this? Oh, sweetheart…”
With that, I drive my hips upward, thrusting myself deeper inside her. Quinn gasps again, but this time the sound is one of pleasure, not surprise.
Then I clasp her thighs in my hands and grind her against me. It’s easier to move her up and down on my dick than to drive upward if that makes sense, even if it is an intense upper body workout.
“Oh god,” she moans, an indicator that this is in fact working, “Oh my god.”
“Fuck me, you feel amazing,” I grit, burying my face into the swell of her breasts. I am holding her high enough to do so, and I’m suddenly kicking myself for not trying this sooner. It’s very movie-esque, very Channing Tatum, and yet, for our bodies it seems to work. And well.
As I glide in and out of her, it’s both smooth and friction-infused, creating more heat with every thrust. I want to go deeper, to fill all of her until she is made up of me.
With each drive, her pussy tightens around me, and the pleasure is almost blinding. My knees begin to shake, but I plant my feet firmly, pausing only to turn the heat of the water down a little.
Quinn notices and smirks, the tip of her tongue sitting snarkily in the corner of her mouth. “Too hot?”
“You?” I ask. “Absolutely.”
“Can’t handle it?” she purrs, and I feel the primal instinct rise in me like a guttural flame.
“Can you handle it?” I ask in a tone low enough to intimidate the devil himself.
“Try me…” she says, and I press her back against the tile hard. My hips crash into hers over and over again in full force. Meanwhile, I hold tight to her thighs, tugging her down over my dick with every thrust, deeper and deeper.
She moans and I groan as we sprint towards the finish line. The one I saw in the distance and paced myself towards. We need it now. We need to reach it, to collapse on the other side of it.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Oh God, Reid. Yes!” she says as I thrust harder and faster into her, the water pouring down on us like a storm. But it’s no match for the storm inside us. The one threatening to rip us in half.
And we let it.
As her pussy clenches around me, I feel the shudders ripple through her as she comes undone.
And with that, I come undone too. As the orgasm thunders through us, it feels like even the Earth itself is shaking below us, billow after billow until I slowly lower to my knees, holding her in my lap as we slowly still.
“Damn,” I let out, pressing my forehead to hers and squeezing my eyes shut.
“Yeah…” she whispers.
Then she reaches up and touches my cheek. I open my eyes and they meet hers. There’s still a storm in them, but it’s in the distance. Around that, everything is calm. Deep. Sure.
And while neither of us says anything, it’s as if we don’t actually need to. Everything that needs to be said is said in our eyes. In our breaths that are slowly falling into the same rhythm.
Her lips part. As if she might say the thing we are both feeling. Then they creep into the smallest of smiles before she cups my cheek in her small, soft palm and kisses me.
And honestly, that’s all I need. Because me too, sweetheart, me too.