Chapter 13 #2
"Then let's stop working out. As your trainer, I'm declaring today's session over. Time for us to shower and relax."
She laughed at my shameless attitude. "Us? Do trainers and students shower together to relax?"
"The trainer just clocked out. Now there's only your boyfriend Andrei here." She laughed freely. I knew she'd noticed the bulge in my pants—her gaze had already drifted there, face flushed.
I gripped her waist and pulled her into my arms, lifting her from the mat. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, arms circling my neck.
"Andrei..." She called my name, voice slightly hoarse. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, lips brushing lightly against my skin. I carried Lilith to the bathroom.
I set her down gently on the cool tile floor of the bathroom, my hands lingering on her waist as I took in the sight of her flushed skin under the soft overhead light. Her eyes met mine, wide with a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement.
Without wasting another second, I stripped off her clothes, savoring every inch of revealed skin. She shivered slightly, but I was already yanking off my own pants and tossing them aside carelessly. My shirt followed, leaving us both bare and vulnerable in the steamy bathroom.
I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until warm water cascaded down in a steady, inviting stream.
Steam began to rise almost immediately, curling around us like a private veil.
I pulled her under the spray with me, our bodies pressing close as the water soaked us both.
I kissed her deeply, my lips claiming hers with urgent hunger.
She kissed me back, her movements tentative at first but quickly matching my intensity, her tongue dancing with mine in a passionate rhythm that made my blood run hotter than the water.
My hands roamed her body freely now, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her lower back, and up to her breasts. I broke the kiss to trail my mouth lower, licking a slow, wet path from her neck down to the swell of her chest.
She arched into me with a soft gasp. Using both hands, I cupped her breasts and pushed them together, creating a perfect valley that I lavished with attention—licking, sucking, and gently nipping at her sensitive peaks.
Her nipples hardened under my tongue, and I swirled around them, alternating between soft flicks and firmer pressure.
"I've been dying to do this since you were changing," I murmured against her skin, my voice low and rough with need.
She moaned shyly, her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly as if to steady herself. The water streamed over us, making her skin slick and glistening. My cock was rock hard now, throbbing with insistent heat as it brushed against her thigh.
I coaxed her gently, my hand tilting her chin up so our eyes locked. "Baby, use your mouth on me. I need to feel you."
She hesitated, pulling back just a fraction with that endearing shyness that only made me want her more. Her gaze dropped to my erection, standing proud and flushed. "It's too big..." she whispered, a hint of worry in her voice, but her cheeks flushed deeper with arousal.
"I need this so badly," I reassured her, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Just take me in gently, that's all. You can do it. I'll guide you." My words were soft but laced with raw desire.
She nodded slowly, sinking to her knees on the wet shower floor.
The water beat down on her back as she leaned forward, her breath warm against my length.
Tentatively, she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.
The sensation was electric—wet, hot, and enveloping.
She swirled her tongue around me experimentally, and I groaned, threading my fingers through her wet hair.
She took more of me, inch by inch, her mouth stretching to accommodate my size. When I hit the back of her throat, she made a small sound of discomfort, her eyes watering slightly. I pulled back immediately, stroking her cheek.
"Easy, baby. You're doing so good."
She tried again, finding a rhythm that was slow and careful, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what she couldn't fit.
The combination of her mouth, tongue, and the cascading water had me teetering on the edge already.
I watched her through half-lidded eyes, the sight of her on her knees, water streaming down her face and body, pushing me closer to losing control.
After a few more blissful moments, I couldn't wait any longer. I gently pulled her up, turning her around so her back was to me. I pressed her against the glass door of the shower, her palms flat against the transparent surface.
Outside, a large mirror reflected the scene back at us, though the steam from the hot water had begun to fog parts of it, creating a hazy, erotic filter.
Through the clearer sections, I could see everything: her full breasts squished flat against the glass, forming perfect, rounded half-circles that jiggled slightly with each breath. Her nipples, still hard and pink, left faint imprints on the surface.
I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips firmly.
One hand slid down between her legs, finding her already slick and ready, the mix of shower water and her own arousal making her folds glide easily under my fingers.
I teased her entrance, circling her clit until she was whimpering and pushing back against me.
"Please..." she breathed, her voice echoing softly in the enclosed space.
With a low growl, I thrust into her hard from behind, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She gasped sharply, her body tensing then melting around me. The tight, velvety heat of her was overwhelming.
I started moving, deep and rhythmic strokes that built in intensity.
The sound of our wet skin slapping together mixed with the shower's spray and her continuous gasps.
Each thrust pressed her harder against the glass, her breasts deforming beautifully against it.
I reached around to play with her nipples, pinching and rolling them as I drove into her.
"You're so tight, baby," I growled against her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Taking me so well."
She moaned louder, her head falling back against my shoulder.
The mirror showed it all—the way her face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry, eyes squeezed shut.
Steam continued to build, softening the edges of our reflection but not hiding the raw passion.
I picked up the pace, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that made her legs tremble.
My free hand slipped down to rub her clit in tight circles, syncing with my thrusts.
The pressure built rapidly for both of us. Her walls clenched around me rhythmically, signaling she was close. I thrust harder, deeper, my balls tightening as my own climax approached.
"Come with me," I commanded hoarsely. With a final, powerful surge, we shattered together. She cried out, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy, milking me as I emptied myself deep inside her. Hot spurts filled her, pulse after pulse, until I was spent.
I stayed buried in her for a long moment, both of us panting under the warm cascade.
Slowly, I pulled out, watching as thick strands of cum trickled down between her thighs, mixing with the water.
The sight was intensely erotic. I lifted her slightly from behind, supporting her weight as her legs felt weak.
My hand slipped between her legs again, scooping out some of the warm mess.
"Let me clean you up properly, baby," I murmured, my voice tender now.