Page 10 of Sweet Release

“Iris,” Kristo says, the word half-entreaty, half-warning. He plants one hand against the shower wall, creating a canopy with his own body to protect me from the hot spray of water cascading over us. I press toward him, now putting two hands on his shaft, squeezing and stroking as he shudders.

“You said you wanted to clean me up, but I think you’re the one in need of special attention.” Before he can shift away, I drop down to my knees and plunge my mouth over his cock, pressing deep.

“Iris!” Kristo hisses, though not loud enough to be heard in the next room, and I smile as I work his cock with my mouth—swirling my tongue over the tip once, twice, then sinking deep, sucking him as far into my throat as I can. He’s big—too big for me to take all of him without choking, but when his body begins to convulse with need after I cup his balls, I know I have him right on the edge of coming.

But not yet, I think, thrusting once, twice…a third time. Not…yet.

I pull back and let his cock spring from my mouth with a happy pop, then look up to find him staring down at me, need and lust stark on his face.

Before I can speak he grunts something and reaches for me, then suddenly I’m being hauled up and turned against the wall, the touch of Kristo’s heavy cock hard and thick against my ass. “Spread your legs wide and tilt your pretty ass up, Iris, rightnow,” Kristo orders as he stretches my arms high, locking them against the slick stone walls. “You wouldn’t want me to fill the wrong hole before you’re ready.”

I gasp as his cock slides between my legs, pressing past my back channel that’s clenched tight in panic, only to find my pussy wet and ready for him. He plunges into me, stretching me wide as he seats himself firmly against my ass. My body instantly adjusts, and I groan against the cool tile, the water now crashing over us merely another part of the sensation.

“Don’t move. Not an inch,” he orders. Then one of his hands slides away from my wrist and a second later, a new blast of water assaults me—

“Kristo!” I bleat, but now both of his hands are off my wrists and locked onto my waist, forcing me to stay in place as the warm spray of water assaulting my clit finds the tight numb of nerves at its peak, instantly taking me to the brink of orgasm.

“Take it,” Kristo orders, “and take me. Take me!” He punctuates his commands with deep, driving thrusts, and I can’t twist away, can’t do anything but feel the combined attack of his cock from behind and the pounding water from before me, the sensations totally pulling my mind out of all my plans, out of all my fears, out of my future entirely until I can focus on only the water, Kristo, and the insane spiraling need that lifts me up—up—

“Kristo!” I scream, and I don’t care who hears me over the roiling shower, I don’t care about anything at all as I explode into a million pieces. A moment later, Kristo climaxes too, his body collapsing on top of mine as the shower continues to pound down, over, and around us, enveloping us in its fury.

And, for maybe the first time in my life, there’s no place in the world I’d rather be—but exactly where I am.