Roger
You know how amazing you feel the morning after a great screw? How, no matter how little sleep you get, you feel more rested than you can remember in a long time? The after-effects of the orgasm you just had wash over you again, making your brain buzz just like the first sip of alcohol does at the end of a long day?
Yeah. I feel like that, and it’s fucking fantastic.
I lie spread-eagled on Natalie’s bed and just enjoy the sensations for a moment. I’ve already got a fresh hard-on. She’s not in bed though.
The shower’s running.
So, I get my naked ass up and quietly slip through the bathroom door. I watch her a moment through the smoky glass of the shower. I take in the curve of her body, the shape of her ass. I stroke myself. Then I notice she’s got one hand pressed against the shower wall… and, I swear to God, the other is tucked between her legs.
The little minx. Starting without me…?
I tiptoe to the shower, then fling the door open, shouting. “Ha!”
She screams like the scene fromPsycho! Flinging herself back against the far wall of the shower, she covers herself with her hands. Water streams into her eyes, blinding her.
I laugh.
She flicks the water out of her eyes. “Goddammit, Roger!” she shouts.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I say, stepping into the steaming water and pressing up against her.
She puts a palm against my chest to stop me. “Get out.”
“What were you doing in here, huh?” I gently poke her ribs, tickling her. She squirms away.
“Out,” she commands. I don’t listen.
“Hmm? Need a little help?” I cup one of her breasts and teasingly lick a nipple.
She closes her eyes in pleasure, but, says, “I mean it. Get out.”
I still don’t. Instead, I start tickling her for real. She squirms, yelps and shouts. The tickling dissolves into laughter, which evolves into us sharing a warm, shower-wet kiss. We press our bodies close, my erection between us. She gives it an approving glance.
Meanwhile, I lift the hand that had been doing the job earlier. I put those previously wandering fingers in my mouth. There’s still a faint taste of her on them. I suck for a moment, running my tongue between them, giving a little bite to the tips. I hold her palm up to my mouth and kiss it.
“Mm,” I say, “I think I know what you were doing.”
Now, I slide those fingers down, back between her legs. Our eyes stay locked. With my hand, I indicate the movements I want her fingers to make against her clit. Little patterns. A slow, but strong and steady pace. She complies, adding a little flourish of her own here and there.
She closes her eyes and lets out a pleasure-filled breath. I kiss her ear, her neck, and as she continues to masturbate, I slip a finger inside her. I make a curling motion with it, gently massaging her G-spot.
It sends a hot wave of enjoyment through her, and she lets out little moans of pleasure. She presses her upper body back, shifting her pelvis forward, urging me on. I keep at it, dipping my mouth down now and again to lick and suck her breasts. I flick my tongue at the water running off her erect nipples. I bury my free hand in her wet hair, sliding back up to lavish her mouth with hot kisses as the steam rises around us.
She’s getting close, when she leaves off her massaging herself and putting her hand on my penis.
“Get inside me,” she whispers.
I slowly, delicately, remove my fingers from her pussy, running them over her clit one more time for good measure, and sending a little shiver through her body. I put the fingers in her mouth, and she sucks them. I kiss her as I slide my cock slowly inside her.
With her up against the wall of the shower, we move slowly, sensually.
“God, you feel so good,” I whisper in her ear.
“You feel amazing…” she whispers back. Her hands grab my ass. She pulls me in deeper.
I fit perfectly inside her. I can feel every inch of me against every inch of her. I go as deep as I can, slowly pulling nearly all the way out, then in again. She gasps and makes little sounds of ecstasy to match my groans of pleasure.