Chapter 17 #3
I don’t question her. Part of me was afraid that if I stopped kissing her, she would get scared and wouldn’t do it again.
I strip my pants off as best as I can then go straight for the wall with the shower handle and press Blake up against it.
She sucks in a sharp breath as her back touches the cold tiles.
I fumble to turn on the shower with one hand and let the water crash down on only me until it’s the right temperature.
When the shower starts filling with steam, I pull back to warm Blake under the water.
It rolls down our faces and into our mouths when we part our lips, nearly drowning us, but none of that matters.
She clings to me so tightly, like she’s afraid to let go and the thought crosses my mind that I never want this to end.
Her hips are situated slightly above my raging boner, my tip just barely teasing her entrance.
We’ve never done it without a condom, but fuck I want to.
Blake just let me tie her up, then she let me in even more with this kiss.
I want to be as close to her as she'll let me. I don’t want anything between us.
When I’m sure the tile has warmed up a bit, I back up slowly till my calves hit the bench on the opposite side of the showerhead. I slowly lower myself onto it and as I do, Blake unwraps her legs from around me. Our lips separate for the first time, and it feels wrong.
She stands before me, my eyes level with her chest. I take in the full length of her body and admire how fucking gorgeous she is. Right in front of me, is the tattoo that brought us together. I touch it with my hands first, then my lips, worshiping it for bringing this goddess into my life.
I run a hand down her side then up between her legs, spreading her with my fingers.
She moans and grabs the back of my head, pressing my forehead in between her breasts.
Turning my head to the side, I palm her and suck one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth while my fingers work her from the inside.
She startles me when her hand suddenly wraps around my cock. Her breast falls out of my mouth when I suck in a breath and groan. Her hand strokes up and down, grazing along my piercings and soothing the ache that’s been building ever since I started tying her up.
I almost whimper when she lets go and steps back, my hand falling from in between her legs.
She turns around with a swish of her hips, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
I run my hands on her cheeks and give one a little smack.
The water makes it sound extra dramatic as it echoes off the tile. So I do it again.
My breathing gets heavy when she starts to sit in my lap. Is she going to ride me raw?
She sinks down on me, painfully slow. It takes everything in me not to grab onto her hips and slam her down around my cock.
Instead, I lean back and scoot my hips a little closer to the edge to make it easier for her.
I feel her tight pussy putting a beautiful pressure on my piercings as they enter her one at a time.
When she’s all the way down, I feel myself pulse inside her. She rolls her hips and I think I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I rest my hands around her waist, steadying her as she works me like a stripper on a pole.
She leans back, laying on my chest and the new angle has me flexing my abs and curling my toes.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me tightly, admiring the view of the rope marks I put on her body.
Turning her chin with my knuckle, I seal my lips over hers once again.
She’s all twisted up in this position, and I make a mental note to rub her back later so she doesn’t get too sore.
I angle my hips so I’m pressed to her inside front wall and my hand works her clit until she’s shaking with pleasure. I hold her against me and kiss her neck as she rides out her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warn her.
“Come inside.”
Fuck me. “Yeah? You sure?”
“Did I stutter?”
The funny thing is, her voice did sound a bit like a stutter as her body shakes from exhaustion. I don’t say the sarcastic comment I want to make, so I settle for smiling to myself since she has her back turned to me.
When the pressure builds to an unbearable degree, I finally allow myself to bust inside of her.
Holy fucking shit. I lean forward and rest my forehead on her shoulder and hold her hips against mine so tight that I’m afraid I’ll bruise her.
I pulse inside of her as the last of my come leaves my body, along with my sanity.
The euphoria gets slightly clouded with panic when I remember that the last girl I came inside, I got pregnant. But I shove those feelings down and try to enjoy this. There’s nothing I can do about it right now. That may not have been my smartest move, but in the moment, it felt so fucking right.
When she stands up, I look down to see my come dripping out of her and sliding down my cock. What a glorious sight. But as soon as she steps to the side, the water washes it away.
Before she can retreat too far from me, I grab her hips and stand, putting her in the place where I just sat. “You sit. I’ll wash you, then it’s bath time.”
“I’m not gonna argue with you.”
I scoff. “For once.”