Igetalittleburst of courage and slip my shirt off and slide my shorts down, stepping out of them. Chris runs his hands down my arms, grabs my hands and kisses them. I look at him through my lashes, my smile feeling wicked.
When he lets go of my hands he slides his shorts off, freeing his erection. His dick, perfection. My hands twitch with desire to touch him. Instead, I unhook my bra, and let it fall from my body before sliding my panties down and flinging them a little with my toe.
He pulls the shower curtain open and steps in, and I follow. He goes around me and puts me under the shower spray. I lean my head back slightly, getting my hair wet. Using all the confidence I have to be okay standing naked in the lighted shower with this man. Knowing he is watching my every move.
His hands touch my waist and his knuckles run up my sides, faintly skirting the edge of my breasts. I lean into his touch and need more. I arch my body towards him, and his hands encompass my breast. A moan leaves my mouth, and my head comes back to look at him.
“You’re so sexy, Sarah.”
“If you say so.” I let my eyes roam away from him when I say it.
“I do.”
His lips meet mine as his hands slide down to my lower back and he pulls me to him. I run my hands up the back of his arms and into his hair. His dick rubs against my lower stomach, and I push myself into him harder. Grinding into him to feel some sort of relief.
I reach down between us and grab his length. I slowly pump a few times before he pulls away.
“I don’t have a condom in here.”
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
“Yeah. I am too.”
That’s all I needed. Something lit inside of me, and the flame ragged. I pushed him against the wall, kissed his perfectly shaped pecs, down his abs and followed the happy trail to his dick. I sucked it in hard. He let out a growly moan and put his hand on my head, pulling my hair slightly. I suck him deep to the back of my throat over and over, wanting this time to be for him.
“Wait, wait,” he says.
I look up to him and slowly let his dick slide from my mouth. Concern takes over my features. He puts his knuckle under my chin and lifts until I am standing again.
“This isn’t about me. This is about us.”
I nod.
This time I’m the one against the wall, the cold tile sending shivers down my body, but the warm water goes against them. He kisses me hard and quick before he grabs behind my knee and hikes my leg up around his hip, my other foot lifting to tiptoe.
I can feel the tip of his penis pushing at my entrance. I let my body fall slightly, needing the feel of him inside me. He understood. He pushes in slowly, and I grab onto his shoulders for support. He fills me. Perfection. If there was a perfect fit, he would be mine.
“Oh shit, Sarah,” he says.
I tilt my hip forward slightly, feeling his dick run against my clit and he pumps his hips a little faster. His hand still holding tight to my knee, his other at the small of my back, holding me up.
I start moving my hips with his. Our bodies sliding easily against each other from the water that is just the right temperature. The feel of his dick against me, inside me is like nothing I have felt before. It’s…different.
“Chris, Oh my god. Don’t stop,” I say to him as my body goes rigid.
My hips stop moving while his keep going. Pleasuring me from the inside out. I dig my nails into his shoulders and pull myself closer to him as my orgasm rips through my body. Like fireworks behind my eyes, a rush of thrill through my body that I feel from the top of my head to the tips of my curling toes. He keeps going, making my orgasm carry on until he finds his and his fingers tighten harder in their position. He pushes hard into me a few times before letting his head fall to mine.
“Fucking incredible,” he says.
“Agreed.”
We both let out a small laugh. He pushes into me, hard and slow.
“Can we just stay here? I’m sure they will be fine without us,” he says and kisses my cheek.
“But what about the ducks?”
He pushes again, and I can feel every ridge of his dick as he enters me.