Oliver
Showers Make Everything Better
Did I die and go to heaven? Perhaps I took a hallucinogenic drug because, damn, Carrie, naked in front of me, is everything.
Having her mouthwatering tits, her pussy, glistening from her liquid arousal, within reach is like a dream come true.
She and I have been playing this cat-and-mouse game, mainly her dancing around her feelings toward me.
Yet, today, the game is officially over, and I’m the winner.
Check fucking mate.
“You just gonna stand there, or are you planning on following through?” Slowly she glides a hand down her belly, my gaze following her sensual path. When she reaches her core, she massages her hood, biting her bottom lip and groaning in pleasure.
“My job,” I rasp. Closing the distance between us, I grab her naughty hand, shoving the two culprits in my mouth and sucking them dry. “Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes to savor the taste of her. “Delicious, baby, but I believe I asked you to join me in the shower. You want your cap?”
“Screw it. I have a headband.”
I laugh as I tug her toward the stall, and the second the water touches my skin, the aches from the game subside.
Initially, Carrie maneuvers her position in the shower to avoid the spray, a last-ditch effort to keep everything above her shoulders dry, save her face.
I deny her, palming the back of her head and pressing her mouth to mine.
The overhead splash of the shower drenches us like a blanket of warmth, water washing away not only my sweat, but her confusion, fear, and worry, keeping us apart in the first place.
She’ll kick my ass later for thwarting her hair plans, but the kiss, along with the vision of Carrie’s body glistening, is entirely worth it.
The decision to have her in the shower was rash. My woman deserves a bed, rose petals, and rows of candles—anything required to worship her. She is a goddess of unmatched beauty, and I’ll do whatever I can to force her to see the person she truly is.
Perfection.
After we clean each other with the body wash, my tongue laves over the dusky peak of her breasts, and I nip at them, suckle both as Carrie moans, “Don’t stop.”
As if I ever would.
This woman’s body and soul belong to me, and I’m spending my entire life showing her how true my inner admission is.
My thoughts about our future consume me so much I don’t realize Carrie has lowered to her knees until she has her hand fisted around my cock. I hiss as she strokes the shaft, tugging at the tip at the end of her glide.
“Too good, baby.” She continues her ministrations, cupping and squeezing my balls.
I sense her mouth hovering over my tip, the heat from her breath no match for the temperature of the water.
I dare not look down, or I risk the chance of this ending early.
Choosing option two, I rest my head against the back of the shower wall, my eyes rolling back in my head as she envelops my dick with her hot and wet mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. Carrie, taking me deep, is a carnal pleasure I’ve never known.
Sure, I’ve had blow jobs before, quick and unremarkable. My girl is making love to my dick with her skilled mouth and tongue. I should witness it, I need to see her face, watch her taking me. From somewhere within me, I muster the strength to glance down, and oh, what a beautiful sight it is.
Her eyes are closed, her face filled with an expression of pleasure and concentration.
She wants to make this good for me. I can see it in the furrow of her brow, the look of pure ecstasy in her eyes, as she opens them, sensing me watching her.
The wicked grin that spreads across her face will forever be burned into my retinas, the reason behind her lip curl becoming evident seconds later.
While working me over with one hand, she presses the fingers of the other inside her, coating them in her wet. After a few thrusts, she removes them. Her intentions become clear the moment she snakes her arm around my hips and skims her fingers along the curve of my ass.
Gritting my teeth to prevent myself from fucking her face, I allow my woman to play with the tight pucker, her narrow fingers gently penetrating me.
I’ve never permitted anyone to touch me in this way, but Carrie is different.
She owns my body as I own hers, and the minute I get the chance, I’ll be putting more than a finger in her ass.
The sensation is interesting. There’s a slight pressure from the invasion when one finger turns into two, but I take it in stride, the shallow thrusts of my cock distracting me.
Then, she hits that spot I’ve heard Eli champion about, and I see actual motherfucking stars.
Captivated in the moment, I grasp a chunk of her hair, forcing myself to the back of her throat over and over again.
Her penetrations accelerate, driving me mad, and I have to come.
Not in her mouth, but in her.
Shaking my head at the claiming thought, I pull out of her mouth. She then slips out of my hole. I yank her up from the shower floor, delivering one punishing kiss after another.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I mock-scold.
“You liked it.” She bites my bottom lip. “And the next time we play, you better come in my mouth.”
“Maybe,” I whirl her around, pressing her front against the shower wall, “but I gotta fuck you first.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” She grinds her hips against me, nestling my cock in the crease of her ass.
I reach down and grip myself, the tip of me teasing her folds.
I almost enter her, but at the last second, I remember the condom I placed on the soap rack.
After I tear the package with my teeth, I sheath myself, tossing the remnants on the shower floor.
Part of me wants to slow down, play with her pussy or tits a little more, but I’m on fire, my dick aching to get inside. I do a quick check, ensuring she’s ready for me.
“Just as I suspected,” I whisper in her ear, my hips involuntarily rocking, my dick begging for her sweetness, to be gripped by the walls of her pleasure. “Soaking.”
“Only for you, baby.”
Her admission is the last straw, and like thin ice on a partially thawed river, my control shatters. It takes mere moments for me to plunge into her from behind, and when I’m finally buried to the hilt, the word finally plays on repeat.
Finally, she’s mine.
Finally, she let me in.
Finally, I found my other half.
Yup. Carrie is it for me, the one person I plan on spending the rest of my life with.
The thought is crazy, I know, but as I start to move, Carrie’s palms pressed against the shower wall, my hand gripping at her waist to control our speed, a feeling of completeness overcomes me.
She makes my cock throb, and my heart soars at the same time.
I love her. I think I always have, but I’ll keep that tidbit to myself until she’s ready. For now, I see tons of hand holding, fun times, and lots of sex in our future.
The telltale tingling at the base of my spine signals my need to come, and I increase the pace, the slapping of our skin echoing throughout the room.
“Close,” I grind out, my thrusts erratic.
I don’t want to go without her, so I reach around and flick at her nub.
That’s all it takes for the rippling sensation to begin, my dick throbbing, her pussy milking me as we both let our mutual release enshroud us.
I want to stay inside of her forever, the sentiment of our joining like coming home.
But alas, a knock on the door startles us both.
“Yo,” Alec shouts. “Your asses better not be doing what I think you are. It’s a high school for fuck’s sake. And if you are, for the love of God, clean up after yourself.”
“Fuck off,” I return, and Carrie giggles.
“I seriously don’t want to arrest you.”
“So says the guy who participated in an illegal handball game.”
“Whatever. You have five minutes.”
“Roger that, Officer.”
Gently, I pull out of my woman and dispose of the condom in the bathroom, flushing the fucker. No sense in anyone finding that in the trash. I shove the wrapping in my pocket, making a mental note to toss it in an outside can.
“That was …”
“I know.” I grab her by the chin and kiss her. “And we’ll be doing it over and over again until we exhaust ourselves. I have years to make up for.”
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