“I need some help,” I said. “I can’t get the cast wet, so I can’t wash my hair. Can you?”
“Sure,” he said. “We might soak the bathroom a bit though.”
“That’s true,” I said, biting my bottom lip. “Unless you got in with me.”
“Oh. Are you sure?”
I opened the curtain a bit further, and he nodded. Slowly, he undressed himself, and I felt my breath catching as he revealed his massive, muscular body. When he slipped his boxers down, I noticed that not only was he willing to help me, he was rather excited about it too.
He climbed inside and immediately took the shampoo bottle into his hand and squirted some out. I turned my back to him and let my hair fall on my back. Gently, he brushed through my hair with the shampoo and then rinsed it by taking the showerhead off the hook on the wall. I was glad I replaced the one the apartment came with and turned back around to face him in the stream of water.
Water had flecked his skin and made him slick and wet so he glistened. My lips trembled as I looked at him standing there in front of me, his hard cock standing ramrod straight. I looked down at it and then up at him. He shrugged as if to say he was sorry but he couldn’t control it. Little did he know I didn’t want him to.
I raised the hand not in a cast up and ran it across his chest, sliding slowly down his arm to take his hand in mine. Picking it up, he offered no resistance as I brought his hand to my breast. His eyes grew dark and intense, and I let my hand slid back down his chest again. This time, I moved it down his center, and he groaned when I grasped his cock.
I stroked him slowly, and he squeezed my breast, kneading it and stepping closer to me. Our lips pressed into each other, softly at first and then with a yearning need. His tongue slid into my mouth and played with mine, and I increased the speed of my stroke. I crumbled into him, eager to have him envelop me the way he had before.
Placing the cast over his shoulder, I raised my hurt ankle and wrapped my leg behind him. He took my leg in his hand, holding it up for me and balancing me against the wall of the shower. Slowly, he moved his way down my body, pressing his lips to my skin and making me gasp. He reached my clit and slid his tongue through my folds and making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.
A wet finger slid inside me, and I grabbed a fistful of his hair, wincing as I tensed the wrist that was in pain. I didn’t care. His fingertip brushed across the top wall of my pussy, and his tongue brought me to a near climax almost immediately. The tension built instantaneously, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as my breathing grew faster, shallower, and my voice filled the bathroom until it echoed.
I came, clenching my leg around his neck, and he lapped me up eagerly. Slowly, he rose, kissing my stomach and chest as he made his way back to my lips and crushed into them again. I broke the kiss to turn my back, moving away from the water and resting the cast on the wall. I spread my legs out, presenting myself to him, leaning as much on my good foot as I could.
He groaned deeply and clasped my hips. I shuddered as I waited for him to enter me, his cock sliding through my folds and collecting the juices there on the head of his long, hard staff. Gently, he pressed himself inside, waiting as my body pulsed and adjusted for his size. Then he slid further inside, pushing deeper and deeper, and I clasped the bar on the wall with my good hand to hold myself up as my knees grew weak.
He began to rock his hips, his cock filling me and nearly exiting before driving deep inside me again. I cried out with each thrust, desperate for more. Desperate for his release. I stood up, keeping my hips pushed back, and his arm wrapped around me, holding me close to him and cupping my breast. I reached over my head to hold his neck, and he pressed his lips to mine.
His thrusts became faster and harder, and I felt my body shaking as another incredible climax neared. I arched my back as much as I could, and his hands fell to my hips again. He thrust over and over, fucking me with a dizzying intensity. I could feel his grip tighten and knew he was close. I let my voice fill the room, a long, wild cry as the tension released and the orgasm shook every cell of my body.