Chapter Thirty-Nine
Vanessa
My breath caught in my throat as he manhandled me with ease. I was a feather in his grip, and he held me there, his arms under my legs, my shoulders pressed into the hard tile, while his cock pressed against my opening.
I flexed my hips, gently rubbing myself up and down his shaft as best I could, teasing us with what was to come.
Vil growled and leaned in, kissing me, stealing what little air I had left with the scorching touch of his lips.
My pussy was throbbing, already begging to be filled with his rock-hard cock.
I didn’t want it. I needed it, on a level so basic and primal I couldn’t give word to it. I couldn’t speak. Only noises, gasps of breath and moans made it out. I was no more than an animal in heat, and I needed him to give it to me. Right then, right there.
Vil understood the assignment. He held me a little higher, so my legs could wrap around his chest, and then he tucked his hips back just enough that the purple head of his magnificent cock teased the opening of my cunt, my near-instant wetness mixing with the water of the shower.
I didn’t care. It was enough as he pushed inside me, that first instant of pain and pleasure mixing and leaving my throat as a whimpered cry.
His fingers tightened, and he drove deeper, filling me with inch after inch until I doubted I could take anymore.
He was so deep. My pussy stretched to take him.
I thought I would have to tell him to stop, that he was too big, but somehow, he buried himself to his hip bone inside me, both of us making noises of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” I managed to whisper out, my eyes locked on his, the same lust I felt reflected in those beautiful silvery-gray eyes of his. They filled with brightness as we fucked.
And that’s what we did. We weren’t making love.
I was giving my body to Vil for his comfort, and he was using me.
Excruciatingly wonderfully, but there was no doubt in either mind that I was his little shower fuck toy, and he took great pleasure in it.
His hips slammed into mine, pressing me hard against the shower wall as I cried out.
My tiny tits bounced as much as they could, and my body shook with each impact.
His hands gripped my ass tight, keeping me aloft as he rammed his cock home over and over again, filling me and leaving me empty, a cycle that had me alternating between clinging to him tightly and flailing against the wall in desperate need of more.
It was rougher. Harder. Nastier. Sluttier. He bit my neck. Sucked my nipples. Curled one hand around to play with my clit. I sucked his cock even before the water had finished washing me off it, and then he bent me over and fucked me from behind, pulling my hair and spanking my ass.
I didn’t care. I loved it. I loved him. He loved me. It was on all levels us fucking, and yet I felt closer to Vil than I ever had before. I’d admitted my feelings for him, and he had reciprocated. Now, we were letting loose, showing each other our wilder sides. No more walls. No more barriers.
We were in it together, and that made the first orgasm that shook my body hotter than just about anything that had come before us. Pun intended.
At the end, he put me up against the wall again. His mouth covered mine. It was hard to breathe as he pounded my slit and filled it with his cock as it swelled again.
When he came, he came hard, throwing his head back and calling my name as he flooded me with warmth until it was dripping out. He continued to thrust through it all, and I let him. I took it all, and I loved every single second of it.
Just like I loved him.
“Fuck,” he gasped into my ear, leaning over my shoulder to rest his head on the wall, his entire body shaking. “That was unbelievable. You were unbelievable. I’m already hard and ready to go again just thinking about it. Right now.”
I patted his back. “Give me a few minutes,” I said, breathing hard. “That was … wow.”
Leaning back with my legs wrapped tightly around him, I let my head hit the tiles while my arms spread wide, slapping the wall.
At that moment, the detachable hose, already jarred loose from his thrusting, came fully out. It bonked Vil in the head and slipped between us.
“Ahhh!” I shouted, scrambling free as the jet of water shot straight up my tush in a most shocking manner.
Vil scrambled to pull me away. But he moved so fast that he slipped. We went down, his cock slipping out and smearing his cum across the inside of my leg as I landed half on him, half between his legs, somehow not crushing his balls.
“Ow,” I moaned, not in any serious pain but still shaken.
“What the heck was that?” he asked, sitting up.
I explained about the water up the bum. He threw his head back and laughed, then clobbered me with an arm, pinning me to the floor.
“So, ready to go again?” he growled, water dripping down his head.
“Slowly this time,” I said, biting a lip as his thick cock pushed inside me. “Fuck me slow.”
He growled and did just that. I only came once more since my body was tired.
Eventually, he pulled out and shot another load across my stomach.
It pooled in my belly button and scars, which made me self-conscious, but the arousal in Vil’s eyes and his words about how hot I looked, covered in his jizz, took much of my unease away.
Then we showered for real, cleaning ourselves off. We took turns washing one another’s backs, and I reveled in the intimacy of it.
“That was nice,” I said, kissing him as we toweled off. He let it linger, his fingers holding my shoulders tight.
“I agree,” he rumbled after.
I dried my body off, then wrapped my hair in the towel. Vil growled something as he stared at my naked body, but he didn’t try for another round, which was good. I was not at all ready for it.
Nor was I ready for the snap of his towel against my ass as I turned around.
“Ow!” I yelped, though it hadn’t been that hard. “What was that, mister?”
Vil just chuckled like a teenager. Cackled, really.
“Oh, you wanna play, do you?” I said, tugging the towel from my hair and snapping it warningly in his direction.
Vil jumped away, his cock swinging wildly. “Hey, watch the goods!” he shouted.
I shrugged. “Already made good use of them today,” I said and went at him.
He came at me. His wrists grabbed my arms, pinning them.
“Not fair!” I cried between peals of laughter.
His lips teased mine, and we kissed some more.
It was right. Everything was right. There was, in that instant, nobody on my mind who I longed to spend my life with more than Vil.
Which meant it was time I confirmed what I’d told him before.
“Vil,” I said softly, staring up into those unique eyes of his.
“Yes?”
“I’m ready to take the Test with you,” I told him.
He just watched me and nodded.
There was nothing else to say.