Her moans fell from her lips with ease. I felt her juices dripping down my chest. My cock leaked thick threads of precum as it pooled on the shower floor. Sweat dripped down my brow. Mist flooded my back. I rocked my face against her, digging deeper and keeping a steady rhythm as she slowly began bucking against me again.
“Oh, yeah, Clint. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Her pleasure choked off her sounds. I heard her gasping as her body spun out of control. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life. And I never wanted a day to go by where I didn’t hear it. I slowly slid her to the floor, my muscles trembling with exhaustion. I lay her down on her back, kissing softly up her stomach. Her breasts. Her neck. All the way up to her lips. And as our mouths met, I felt her legs spread apart.
“Fill me, Clint.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I slid deep inside her as the mist of the sauna-shower cloaked us from the rest of the world. I threaded our fingers together, pinning her wrists above her head. Her pussy swallowed me whole. Her walls clamped down tightly around me. I felt her shivering. Quaking, for my viewing pleasure. And with every thrust I afforded her, I watched her breasts jump and her eyes roll back. I watched her jaw unhinge in silent pleasure as she entrusted me with her most vulnerable form.
A gift I’d never take for granted.
My growls met her moans. Her glance met my stare. I kept my eyes on her, unable to pull away as her face contorted with pleasure. She was a shaking mess. Dripping with sweat, flushed with ecstasy, and dripping with cum. And yet, she’d never looked more beautiful. Writhing beneath me. Helpless to my pleasurable assault.
I love you. I love you. I love you, Rae.
I pounded into her. I dug my knees into the stone and bit back the pain. I gnashed my teeth together as she lifted her hips, offering them to me as a sacrifice. Her walls squeezed me as her legs locked around my calves. Her fingernails dug into the tops of my hands as her pussy pulled me deeper, trapping me within the confines of its warmth. I dropped my lips against hers and hovered over her as my cock pulsed once. Twice. Three times, inside her body.
And then I burst.
Bringing her along with me.
Her moans filled the back of my throat as my grunts filled hers. I rutted against her, like a wild fucking animal, my threads of arousal filling her to the brim. Her pussy pulsed so hard it pushed me out. And with it came our intermingled juices, shooting against my pelvis. I grinned against her lips and chuckled as our teeth clattered together. What a mess we were. The two of us.
A perfect mess made for one another.
I love you, Rae. With everything I have.
I hoped she felt it, too. Because one of these days, I’d have the balls to say it. One of these days, I’d have the guts to tell her myself.
One of these days, if she kept me around long enough, I’d have the courage to look her square in her eyes and tell her.
But for now, I settled with holding her close, pulling her against me as we lay there, our bodies intertwined at the bottom of my shower. I kissed her shoulder and she jumped, giggling as I nuzzled her and threaded our fingers together as she slipped her shaking leg between mine.
I settled for feeling her press against me, wanting to get as close to me as she could.
In the hopes that one day soon, I’d tell her how I truly felt.
And hear those words from her in return.
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Raelynn
RaelynnOne Week Later
I smiled as I tried on my prom dress for the fourth time that week. I still couldn't believe all the stuff Cecilia had simply handed away. I ran my hands down the silken fabric, watching as it molded to my touch. To my body. To the curves I apparently had. I even held the clutch in my hands to get an idea of what I might look like at prom.
If Clint ever asked me to go.
I felt much better than I did last week. And not just because Clint and I were back together. I mean, yeah. That played into some of it. We were spending a lot more time together, especially since we were working on catching him back up with classes. Getting his overdue homework turned in. Things like that. But work was also going well. I’d gotten a small raise. Only twenty cents more than I was making, but every little bit helped.
And sel
ling off some of the jewelry Cecilia had passed to me helped cushion my bank account.
After Mom got back from her stint in the hospital, I gave her some of the clothes. Not all of them, but some. A couple of the sunglasses and a few of the purses. Some tops and pants and dresses that definitely didn’t fit me. She ogled and swooned over them. She even put on a little fashion show for me as she twirled around in them. I hadn’t seen my mother smile like that in years. And it warmed my heart to see her that happy.