27. Poking The Bear
Chapter twenty-seven
Poking The Bear
DOC
The steam is thick, turning the bathroom into a cloudy, humid blur, but it doesn’t hide the tremor in Annie’s shoulders. She’s standing under the spray, her back to me, the water drumming against her skin in a relentless rhythm.
She doesn’t even turn when I step into the spray behind her. She just stands there, shivering despite the heat, not from cold, but from the sheer emotional overload.
Ian did this to her.
The mere sound of his voice is a stain on her psyche.
I can see it in the way she’s scrubbing her arms, her nails digging into her own flesh, trying to peel away the invisible filth of that conversation.
She wants him gone. She wants the memory of his voice, his manipulation, and his presence scrubbed off of her.
I step closer, my chest brushing against her wet back. I don't say a word at first; I just let the heat of my body anchor her. I reach around, my hands covering hers, gently stopping the frantic scrubbing.
"I've got you," I rumble, my voice low and gravelly, vibrating against her neck. "Let me."
She lets out a broken groan, a sound that is half-relief and half-despair. She leans back into me, her weight sagging, trusting me to hold her up. I reach for the soap, lathering my palms and the sponge until they're slick and white.
I don't rush. I start with the sponge, lathering it with a rich, scented soap that cuts through the tension. At her shoulders, my thumbs knead the tight knots of tension there.
I move slowly, methodically, scrubbing the skin of her neck and upper back with a reverence that borders on the religious. I want to erase every trace of Ian. I want her to feel only me.
"He's in my head, Doc," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I can still feel him. I feel... dirty."
Her voice is a plea. It's about erasure. She wants the filth of all of him scrubbed off her.
"He's not here," I growl, my grip tightening slightly, pulling her hips flush against mine. I can feel my cock stirring, thickening against the back of her thighs, but I keep my focus on the cleansing.
"Let it go, Annie. Just let it all wash away," I whisper in her ear.
I move the soap down her arms, swirling it over her elbows and wrists, then move to the front, turning her to face me. Her breasts are heaving. Her eyes are wide, shimmering with a growing, desperate hunger.
I drop the sponge. The raw need for cleansing begins to shift, morphing into something heavier, thicker.
I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue forcing its way inside, claiming her mouth with a possessive intensity. She moans into me, her hands clutching my biceps, pulling me closer as if she’s trying to merge her body with mine.
I break the kiss just enough to trail my lips down her throat, my teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her collarbone. I slide my hands over the curves of her breasts, the soap making the glide effortless. I cup them, squeezing the soft flesh as I watch her eyes flutter shut.
My mouth moves down to her breasts, the water streaming over us.
I capture a nipple and suck deep and hard.
She moans, a broken, needy sound, that sends a jolt of electricity through my entire body.
I nip at the sensitive peak with my teeth, a sharp, sudden sting that makes her arch back, her breast pushing further into my mouth.
I switch sides, licking the other nipple in a slow, swirling motion before clamping down and sucking it deep. I listen to her breath catching as her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails marking my skin.
"Please," the loud, breathless moan escapes her lips, her fingers digging into my hair. "Please, Doc..."
I slide down, my body gliding against hers. I plant slow, wet, searing kisses that trail down across her sternum. I can feel her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
I linger at the dip of her stomach, my tongue tracing the line of her muscles. I reach her navel, and hold her hips steady as I swirl my tongue inside her belly button, feeling her stomach muscles quiver and contract.
I continue down, descending slowly until I am sitting on the floor, looking up at her, my eyes dark with hunger. I reach up, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her in closer to me.
She doesn't hesitate.
She straddles me, her thighs framing my shoulders. She’s positioned perfectly, her glistening pussy hovering just above my face. From this angle, I have total, unobstructed access to the most intimate parts of her.
The sight is breathtaking, water sluicing down her thighs, the pink, swollen lips of her pussy pulsing and dripping with a mixture of water and her own mounting arousal.
I don’t rush.
I want her desperate.
The scent of her is intoxicating, musky, sweet, and aroused. I use my fingers to part the pink swollen flesh to expose her clit, already throbbing. She throws her head back and moans. I start with light, teasing licks, my tongue flicking against her clit in short, rapid bursts.
She lets out a sharp cry, her legs shaking, her hands clutching the shower wall for support. I stop for a heartbeat, just looking at her. She’s flushed, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling.
I go back for more, my tongue finding her clit with surgical precision, diving into her creamy arousal. I flick rapidly against it, circling, then sucking the entire nub into my mouth, creating a vacuum that makes her hips jerk violently. I keep sucking.
Her breath turns into frantic gasps as I plunge two fingers in deep to spread her wide, exploring the heat of her channel. I begin thrusting in and out, while my mouth continues to feast on her clit with a steady, rhythmic pressure.
My other hand reaches around to the tight pucker of her ass. She gasps, as I tease, circling the anal ring with a slow, deliberate pressure. I can feel her arousal spiking, the dual stimulation of her pussy and her ass driving her to a state of delirium.
She’s moaning now, a deep, guttural sound that matches my own.
And then, I push one digit inside the tight grip of her ass.
And she screams, a raw, guttural sound that echoes off the tiles, her body convulsing in a violent orgasm.
Her thighs tremble uncontrollably, and she nearly collapses, but I hold her up, I don't let up.
I keep stimulating her through the orgasm, pushing her further.
My mouth continues to devour her clit as I slide a third finger in deep. She’s so damn tight and hot, her walls pulsing around me as I pump into her with a rhythmic motion.
"Doc! Oh god, I'm... I'm going to…"
I start moving the digit in her ass in slow circles. She starts to shake. I push the finger in fully, burying it deep. A second orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamps down on my fingers in a series of wicked rhythmic contractions.
She wails, her body arching violently, her eyes rolling back. Her hips buck wildly. She’s shaking uncontrollably with convulsions now, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps that leaves her limp and panting.
I reach up and guide her down. She lowers herself slowly, her eyes locked on mine, her breath hitching.
My cock is aching. It’s fully erect, heavy, with thick veins pulsing along the shaft. I guide the head to her opening, rubbing it against her clit first. She shudders and whimpers, her hips grinding against me.
She begins to sink onto me, the feeling of her tight, wet walls sliding over my shaft is almost too much. I groan, a deep sound from the back of my throat, my hands gripping her hips. I let her take me, letting her control the stretch.
She sinks lower and lower, until she’s gripping me with an intensity that feels like it might snap me in two. When she finally bottoms out, the sensation is overwhelming, a crushing, hot tightness that threatens to break my resolve not to cum right away.
I stay still for a moment, letting her body adjust to the intrusion, feeling the way her muscles clamp around me in a desperate grip.
“Fuck Doc… you’re so big,” she whispers, her voice strained.
“Or I could just say you are incredibly tight.” I smile and kiss her.
She begins to move, and I lift my hips to drive upward to meet her. It's a slow, respectful pace at first, savoring the way her muscles clench around me. I can feel every ridge, every fold of her hypersensitive walls.
I watch her face, the way her head tosses back, her throat exposed to the spray of the water, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. How her breasts bounce with every motion.
The pace begins to quicken. The slow, rhythmic movements transition into something more frantic. I start to thrust harder, my hips snapping upward, driving my girth deeper into her.
Each impact creates a wet, slapping sound that mixes with the roar of the shower. I reach down, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in sync with every upward thrust of my cock.
"You're so…," I groan. "So fucking perfect."
My movements become more primal, more urgent in an effort to claim each other. Every thrust is a statement, a way of scrubbing away the ghost of Ian and replacing it with the reality of us.
"I'm close..., I'm close." she cries out, her movements becoming erratic, her body shaking.
I don't slow down. I push her harder, my thrusts becoming raw and visceral. The friction is electric. I can feel the tension building in her, the tell-tale signs of a massive orgasm. I drive into her again, burying myself as deep as possible, my cock stretching her to her absolute limit.
"Yes! More!" she screams, her voice echoing.
I oblige. I grip her thighs, hoisting her higher, and drive into her with everything I have. I can feel her reaching another peak, her muscles beginning to spasm around me. I increase the speed, my breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts.
She erupts. It’s a violent, all-consuming orgasm that leaves her breathless. Her walls pulse around me in rhythmic waves, squeezing my cock with an almost painful grip.