Chapter 11 #3
“I thought you had something like this in mind.” I kiss my way down her neck, lingering on her breasts as I turn her back to press her into the wall, then lick my way down her stomach.
I stop to press my tongue into the indentation at her hip, tickling her and making her cry out before I go lower, sucking at her clit.
I feel her leaning above me, and the angle of the water changes as she takes the shower wand and sprays it across her chest. The water streams down her breasts and stomach into my face, and I pull back, laughing. “Are you trying to drown me?”
“I was cold,” she says, grinning down at me. “Now keep licking, you’re about to unleash another kind of flood.”
I turn my attention back to her pleasure, loving the taste of her as I pick up the pace.
I work my tongue furiously over her, alternating long licks with direct attention to her clit.
While I’m focused on her, I feel the hot water vacillate wildly across the stall as she sprays both of us, apparently trying to keep us both warm.
I can’t control a snort of laughter as her hips buck against my mouth, and I briefly consider that she might hit me with the shower head as her thighs tremble and she grinds down on my tongue.
“Oh, my fucking god!” she screams as she comes, then shivers as she taps on my shoulder. “I’m good,” she gasps as her hands tangle in my hair and she pulls my head up to guide me to my feet. “Let me rinse off, then let’s take this to the bed?”
“Absolutely.” I let my hands linger on her hips as I clamber to my feet, then squeeze our bodies together as she kisses me.
When she feels the length of my hard cock pressing into her belly, she lifts her leg and throws it over my hip so that she can grind herself against mine.
“Or I can take you right here,” I growl playfully as I dip my hips and line myself up against her slick opening.
“Oh, fuck…” she moans as she reaches over and hangs the shower head back on the wall before thrusting her hips and impaling herself down onto me.
“Try not to get my hair wet,” she reminds me.
“Now fuck me, Max,” she adds as she bucks against me, forcing herself down further until she’s taken all of me inside her.
Our lips crash together and we breathe into each other in a frenzy as she keeps herself pressed down on me, rocking back and forth wildly.
I don’t thrust, I know her well enough now to know that she likes to buck against my hard stomach, grinding her clit against me.
I’m rewarded within a minute for my restraint as her thighs and lower stomach quiver with the force of her orgasm, and she moans into my mouth.
“Now you,” she demands as her hands go from my ass to my hips, then over my shoulders. “Drill me through the fucking wall,” she adds as I reach down and place one hand under each of her thighs, picking her up and spreading her against the wall.
“I really need to put a shower mat in here,” I comment as I begin to move inside her with slow, shallow thrusts, making sure she’s ready to proceed.
“Stop talking,” she huffs as her legs lock crossed behind me, and her hands pull my mouth to hers.
I can move easily through her slickness, and I follow her orders as I lengthen my strokes, gently at first. As I feel her body respond, rocking against me violently each time she bottoms out against me, I quicken the pace, slamming into her with such force that the wet slap of our bodies coming together is audible even over the pounding shower spray.
When my back and stomach muscles tighten in anticipation of my release, I feel her legs lock behind me even tighter.
“Come for me, Max!” Almost as if by her command, I explode inside her with such force that I can’t even move.
I simply cling to her, buried inside her so deep that she feels like an extension of my own body.
Her hips buck against me and she trembles with the force of her own orgasm as we gasp and moan into each other’s mouths.
My orgasm feels as though it’ll never end. I keep Constance pinned to the wall as I recover enough to make slow, shallow strokes, enjoying every moment of her magnificent body.
“Are you going straight into round two?” she laughs as she feels me moving inside her.
“I’m just milking this one for all it’s worth,” I reply through our kiss. “Let me set you down and let’s rinse off, get dry, and take round two to the sheets.”
“God, I fucking love you,” she says as she presses her lips to my chest while I lower her feet back to the floor.
“I love you too.” I kiss the top of her head, then reach past her to grab the body wash.
I retrieve my washcloth and soap it up, then scrub Constance down before lathering myself up.
By the time we’ve rinsed off, the contact between our bodies has already reawakened my cock, which bobs toward her as though seeking her warmth.
I turn off the water and pass her a towel, then step out of the shower to find my own.
“Well, that’s convenient,” Constance laughs as she finishes drying her body, then hangs her towel on my rock-hard length.
“Do you ever use it for that?” She grins at me as she adjusts the towel to drape it equally on both sides.
“Look! It’s a ghost!” she adds as I shake my hips, flapping the dangling towel at her.
She watches me with a teasing smile playing across her lips while I raise my arms over my head and scrub my hair dry. While I’m doing that, my erection begins to fade from inattention, and Constance sticks out her lip in a mock pout.
“Oh no! He must be feeling neglected; he’s leaving,” she quips as she jerks her towel away from me, then throws it in a pile on the floor.
She drops gracefully to her knees on the soggy towel, then takes my shaft in her hand and guides it into her mouth.
I’m still wiping at my hair and neck when I feel her hands and lips on me.
My legs tremble from the sensation of her tongue on the underside of my cock as she takes as much of me into her mouth as she can before nearly gagging.
“I was hoping that the bun meant you might be hungry for a taste.” I smile down at her as I take her wad of hair in my hand and squeeze it, holding it lightly so I don’t interfere with the movement of her head.
She doesn’t need me to guide her. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
One of her hands is on my shaft while the other is on my leg holding her steady.
The hand on my leg slides over to wrap around my balls, sending such a shiver through me that I’m afraid I might come on the spot.
I manage to hold it back by focusing on curling my toes, but I know if she continues, I won’t last.
“Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom,” I urge her as I drop my hands to her shoulders and try to gently urge her to her feet.
She leans back and gasps while still stroking my shaft. “We will.” She smiles mischievously, “but not until I feel you cum in my mouth. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel the way you’re throbbing.”
“Constance, you don’t have to…” I try to protest but the words are choked off as she wraps her lips around my head, then devours my cock until her mouth bumps her fist. She keeps working my balls with her other hand as her tongue flicks all around me, driving me over the edge.
“Constance, I can’t hold it…I’m going to…
oh god woman, please!” I gasp as the hand on my shaft flattens against my belly, and she takes my cock as far back into her throat as she can, her nose pressing into me as she swallows me.
“Christ, Constance. That was amazing,” I gasp as her tongue continues to work, even after the force of my orgasm subsides. She continues licking my cock as it wilts in her mouth, before finally getting back to her feet, kissing her way up my stomach and chest as she resumes stroking my shaft.
“I wanted to give you back just a little of how you make me feel,” she purrs into my ear as she presses herself against me. “Now take me to bed. It’s probably going to be a while before you hear from those bikers you hired. I don’t want to spend the time worrying. You can keep me distracted.”
“Nothing would make me happier, firefly,” I reply as I take her hand and lead her towards the bedroom.