Harper #2
My clit is throbbing with a need that can’t be ignored any longer.
I release my nipple, the loss of stimulation almost unbearable as I drag the same hand down my abdomen until it skims the top band of my thong.
Coltons body grows taut, standing a little straighter, pushing a little harder against the glass.
I didn’t think there was any form of needy that I would find attractive. I guess I was wrong.
I pause, teasing back and forth with the tips of my fingers, and Colton growls, the sound vibrating through the bathroom. It’s dark and gravelly and satisfying.
His eyes are fixed on my hand where it hovers. I cock my head to the side, a smile curving at the desperate expression he wears.
“Say please.”
It’s the first words spoken since I opened that door. I’m punishing myself as much as him, denying the touch I crave more than anything in this moment. But I have a point to make.
“Please.” Colton’s answer is immediate, his body tense with restraint.
My hand dips below the band, sinking down to my entrance, gathering proof of my arousal before I pull back up to rub my clit, pressing down in tight, firm circles. My head lolls back, eyes closing as the first wave of pleasure rolls through me.
“Eyes on me when you fuck yourself,” Colton’s sharp words have my eyes opening and head popping back up. My pussy tightens at the demand of his words. That’s new. He smirks as he takes in my flushed state and the tremor in my legs.
Okay, fine, you’re forgiven.
He nods to where my hand is concealed under the fabric of my underwear. “Off.” The confidence in his demand testing my control as it tries to drift away with the steam.
I shake my head quickly, holding tight to the upper hand.
He growls, low and deep in the back of his throat, and my knees almost buckle.
Thankful that I kept one hand gripping the edge of the vanity, I adjust my stance, spreading my legs farther apart so I can dip my hand lower.
I slide my fingers back and forth across my slit before forcing two past my entrance, releasing a cry at the fullness.
My eyes stay locked on Colton’s as I work my fingers as deep as I can, curling up to stroke my g-spot.
“Fuck, Sunshine. Crying out for me so pretty.” He slows his strokes, chest heaving to prolong his release as he stops at the base, tightening his grip once again and remaining there for a beat before he slowly resumes his strokes.
He’s thriving on the build, purposely edging himself by picking up and slowing his own pace.
Wetness drips down my thighs, imagining his cock buried deep while he uses my pussy to bring himself to the brink of release over and over.
The sound of my fingers pumping in and out fill up the space, dancing with the whimpers and moans I’m no longer trying to hold back. I want him to know what his words are doing to me, what I look like when I break.
I can feel my pussy flutter around my fingers, legs beginning to shake as I whimper, trying to keep my eyes open and trained on Colton. His green stare piercing as he holds back his own release. His control might be better than my own, I’m teetering on the edge, a kiss away from bliss.
“Cum for me, Sunshine. Let go.” He’s panting now, his fist moving hard and fast over his cock, the tip weeping onto the tiled floor. What a waste.
At his command, I dig my heel harder against my clit, a keening cry leaving my lips as I shatter.
The force of the orgasm washes over me, forcing my eyes closed briefly as my body tightens and legs go, riding my hand as the small aftershocks rock through me.
I hear Colton panting my name as his body jerks, cum painting the shower wall between us.
I pull my hand from my underwear, the stimulation overwhelming as the last few drops leave his cock before washing away.
He's still breathless when he releases his cock, straightening his spine to stand directly under the rainfall, tipping his head up to meet the spray. I push myself up from the vanity’s ledge and walk over to the side of the shower where the handle to the glass enclosure calls to me.
I open the door slowly, his head pulling away from the spray to take a step in my direction.
He looms over me, each hand braced against the showers’ entrance, his tall frame blocks the spray of water, cascading down his back as he keeps me dry. As if I’m not already soaked.
I lean into him, one hand coming up to his chest, feeling the water flow from his skin to mine. I caress my way up to his neck, tracing his jawline with my thumb. He arches into my touch, bringing his face close enough that the tip of his nose brushes mine, lips a sigh apart.
“You were supposed to be getting cleaned up,” I murmur against his mouth, my own lips curling into a sinister smile as my other hand reaches around to grip the shower handle.
“I like dirty,” he replies before he captures my lips in a devastating kiss.
My mind goes blank. I don’t remember why I walked over here, what compelled me to open the door, or lean into his touch.
All I know is this feels right. The kiss isn’t frantic or desperate.
He kisses me like we’ve been doing this for years, like I’m all he needs.
Like I’m home.
The haze starts to clear, and before I can get lost again, my hand pushes down on the handle as I pull away quickly.
Colton looks dazed for a moment, eyes still closed in pleasure before his face contorts and he shrieks, high-pitched and shrill.
The cold water that pelts him momentarily stunning him into chilled shock.
I take the opportunity to quickly shut the shower door, trapping him inside while he scrambles under the spray to adjust the temperature.
I snag my leggings from the floor and sprint for the door to the office.
“Cold shower might do you wonders!” I call over the threshold as I hear a half-mad laugh and a holler of “Sunshine!” before I close the door between us.
It isn’t until Colton emerges from the bathroom, dried off and dressed, laughing as he wraps an arm around my shoulders while we make our way out of Cirque, that I realize my face is tingly and slightly pained.
It’s been ages since I’ve cum that hard, but I don’t think anyone has ever made me smile until it hurts.