He came in and found her in the bathroom, naked and in the shower, the door open waiting for him.
He stepped into the shower and his lips met hers with a hunger that exploded throughout him, a hunger that was return by her. He felt himself growing rapidly as her hands snaked around his neck, and he slid his hands down over her breasts, down her sides, slipping under her ass.
He lifted, feeling her pulling on his shoulders as she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, getting herself ready for him.
She panted for breath as they broke their kiss. He didn't say anything, knowing the intensity on his face said everything that was needed to say.
He pinned her to the wall then slipped first one arm, then the other under her legs, her arms still around his neck, and then he lifted her again, jerking her upwards once and then again, testing his hold to make sure he could fuck her like this, something he'd only ever seen on film but never attempted.
He saw her expression change, a broad smile on her face. She adjusted her grip and slid her hand down betwen them, her fingers grasping his hard shaft and adusted him, and as he lowered her, impaled her in mid-air, she groaned.
"Oh, yes."
He growled, feeling powerful and aroused, longing to fuck this beautfiul woman who turned him on, and he acted on that impulse.
His hips began to pump, swift, sure and smooth in their movements, plunging into her time and again.
She moaned, tried to kiss him but couldn't reach and moaned again as she was penetrated deep, over and over. Her eyes widened a little as she saw his eyes narrow.
He lifted her free from the wall and began to jerk her up and down with his arms, lifting her up and letting her fall on his shaft.
"Oh my fucking God," She blurted as gravity dropped her onto his erection hard and fast.
Her mouth was wide open as she gasped, hammered intensely by this man holding her in mid-air, relentless in his movements.
He knew there was nothing she could do but hang on for the ride.
He pounded her with a beat that only he seemed to hear, rythmic and unending, not stopping when she quivered and shook in orgasm, not stopping or even tiring minutes later when her arms began to tremble, nor when her second orgasm struck and she nearly turned to jelly in his arms.
It was almost annoying for him as he felt his own balls tighten, marking the end of the ride. He became more aware of her panting, of her moans and gasps of breath and he thrust into her and stopped as he came, holding it there for, what seemed like forever, as her eyes widened, his erection twitching inside her. He eased out and then thrust back in again, holding it there as he flooded her inside, then once more, and one final time.
The beat in his head was gone, and he was there in that shower, this beautiful, exhausted and trembling woman held up in his arms.
She panted, staring at him in wonder. "Fuck. Wow."
He was breathing hard, still in a semi-orgasmic daze, still buried inside her, but he managed a smile.
She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck as she took her own body weight on his shoulders, allowing him to lift her one last time. He slid out of her with regret, then lowered her legs down.
Her legs wobbled, and it took her a moment to be able to support her own weight again. "You okay?" He asked a moment later, her arms still around his neck.
"That was.... just, wow. Intense."
"Just caught in the moment." He eased himself back from her, putting a hand out to the wall to steady himself.
She kissed him, a long deep kiss that felt like a thankyou for something special and he smiled gently. |
