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The bruise on her ass is still an angry color. I want to bend down and kiss it, massage over it with my fingertips. Instead, I watch the path of the bubbles as it winds down the back of her leg, then to the inside and to her front again. Stepping forward, I curve my arm around her to rinse off the serpent of bubbles. That’s when she finally lets it escape. The little moan. The sound ofPlease, more. Her head tilts back, and that little sound goes straight to my cock. It’s then that I realize the stream of water is pulsing against her bare pussy.
Whoops.
But she moans. Steps into it. I surely can’t leave her like this.
Tentatively, my free hand cups her waist. She leans in almost immediately, and I squeeze.
Heaven. Home. Her.
I close the distance so only centimeters remain and trace my nose up the side of her neck, breathing in that conditioner and the sweet smell of coconuts and her. When I tug the showerhead slightly off center, she whines in protest.
“When you said it was hard to do things by yourself, that you’ve been frustrated this week, did that involve touching yourself?” I ask, my voice thick and deep. I can’t help it.
“I always use my left hand, so it hasn’t been the same.”
I didnotexpect her to be this forward.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been making yourself come with me in the house before this?
“Mhm.”
“What has you so worked up?”
“You being in the house.”
That’s all it takes for me to close the gap, to press the head of my angry erection into her lower back.
Stroking the water stream up and down her inner thigh, I grunt, “It’s okay to ask for help, Pen.”
Her good hand wraps around my wrist as she wines, “I need help. Make me come, Ant.Please.”
I band my free hand over her waist, holding her to me, as my thumb fiddles with the waterflow to make it a direct, pulsing stream. I move it right over her needy clit. She yelps, but it turns into a moan as her hips immediately start pumping back and forth. She’s riding my cock without even meaning to. I have to stop it before I embarrass myself.This is about her.
“That’s what you needed, huh? Your poor pussy needs to be played with?”
I swirl the water stream in a circular motion, earning another of those sweet sounds. It’s a gasp, followed by a loud,Ohh!and her fingernails digging into my skin.
I look down over her shoulder. Watching her fuck the water stream, her chest heaving up and down, has me desperate to touch her. I curl my other hand up and grasp her breast, squeezing roughly.
“I’ve dreamt about these tits, Pen,” I grunt, widening my fingers to capture her swollen nipple between two. She gasps, then tilts her hips backwards, rutting up and down on my dick.
“I’m close,” she gasps. “I…”
“Ask me for it. Ask me for what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
She takes my hand off her breast and brings it between her legs.
“Inside,inside me please,” and I’d have to be struck down by lightning to evenconsidertelling her no.
The moment I slip my two middle fingers inside her and begin to pump, her good hand goes to her nipple and takes over, pinching and pulling. I guide the stream back to her clit and run my nose up and down her throat, preening when she tilts her head for better access. I purse my lips over her pulse and kiss her there chastely. Her pussy starts to pulse faster, starts to grip me tighter, and I can’t not watch.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, Pen, give it to me.”
“Fuck,fuckfuckfuck, Ant, gah!”
She trembles in my hands, skyrocketing like her body doesn’t quite know which way to go. Her ass circles in haphazard patterns, her upper body squirming. I keep going, keep the pressure on her clit, keep milking her with my fingers until her breaths stutter and she starts to pull away.
But I don’t. Ican’t. She’squiveringon my hand, wetness still seeping out, and I want to stay here as long as I can, because I have this feeling that I’m going to lose her as soon as she comes out of her haze.