sore.
“I love having a woman in the shower with me.” His words vibrated against her ear as he spoke. “You’re so soft, smell so good.” He shifted close enough that she could feel his hard cock rub against her ass. “Your skin is slick. Turn around for a rinse.”
Huh? Petra gave her head a shake to break herself out of the spell she’d slipped under. Moving, right. He helped her spin around, going so far as to step against her so he could ensure the soap was gone from her hair. One hand came around her waist to hold her secure while the other teased and massaged her head.
She was bent back so her pussy pressed against his cock. Moaning, she widened her stance. She opened her eyes and peeked at him through the bouncing water. If she’d thought he looked turned-on last night, seeing him now corrected that opinion. Darcy’s eyes were hooded, and his lips parted as his gaze roamed across her face and chest. When he finally met her gaze, the smirk she now associated with him wasn’t present. Instead she was faced with a look of primal hunger that had her ready to drop to her knees.
“I want to fuck you.” He tightened his fingers in her hair, and the little shiver of pain had her pussy tighten. “I want you to suck me.”
Petra groaned before acting on impulse and dropping to her knees. He didn’t release his hold on her hair, instead gathering up the rest of it and drawing it away from her face.
Darcy was a well-proportioned man. His bobbing erection seemed more impressive now that it was wet and half an inch from her face. Petra tried to remember the pointers on shower sex from her blog post, but they all went out the window when she leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Rising up on her knees as much as she was able, she sucked and licked her way down his cock. When she lightly scraped her teeth along the underside of his head, Darcy tightened his hold and bucked his hips, driving his cock so far down her throat she nearly choked. God, she loved this.
“Up. Please.”
He helped her get to her feet and the next thing she knew he was kissing her hard. His fingers found her breasts and once again he was pinching her nipples, the little rushes of pain turning her on.
“You like that, eh?” He nipped at her neck. “Do you like to play rough, Pet? Does that website you and your friend read tell you about the joys of hard sex?”
Whoa.
But he didn’t give her a chance to answer. Darcy bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth as he took his cock in his hand and began to rub the head against her clit. He flicked his tongue in time with the rubbing and within a matter of seconds, Petra’s arousal skyrocketed.
“We need a condom.” Her whispered words barely rose above the noise of the shower.
“Not stopping.”
“Thought you wanted to fuck me?”
“I do. Still not stopping.”
Darcy continued to press his cock against her clit. The motion was eased by the flow of water, making their skin slick and the rivulets tickling her sensitive spots as they ran. Shit, she wasn’t going to last long at all. Digging her fingers into his shoulder for support, Petra let her eyes fall closed once again and enjoyed the sensations as they rushed through her.
There it was, that spark of pleasure that had eluded her so many times with the men she’d been with in the past. How was it that this man was able to fire her blood, turn her into a wannabe slut with little more than a sure touch and a few seductive words?
The rest of those thoughts evaporated as her legs began to shake. The pressure at the base of her spine worked its way through her. Darcy moved his mouth to her other breast and began to moan as he increased the pressure. “Come for me, baby. Do it.”
Like an explosion, the rush of pleasure tore through her at lightning speed until there wasn’t a part of her not burning for him. Petra cried out, clinging to Darcy as the waves of her orgasm
“I love having a woman in the shower with me.” His words vibrated against her ear as he spoke. “You’re so soft, smell so good.” He shifted close enough that she could feel his hard cock rub against her ass. “Your skin is slick. Turn around for a rinse.”
Huh? Petra gave her head a shake to break herself out of the spell she’d slipped under. Moving, right. He helped her spin around, going so far as to step against her so he could ensure the soap was gone from her hair. One hand came around her waist to hold her secure while the other teased and massaged her head.
She was bent back so her pussy pressed against his cock. Moaning, she widened her stance. She opened her eyes and peeked at him through the bouncing water. If she’d thought he looked turned-on last night, seeing him now corrected that opinion. Darcy’s eyes were hooded, and his lips parted as his gaze roamed across her face and chest. When he finally met her gaze, the smirk she now associated with him wasn’t present. Instead she was faced with a look of primal hunger that had her ready to drop to her knees.
“I want to fuck you.” He tightened his fingers in her hair, and the little shiver of pain had her pussy tighten. “I want you to suck me.”
Petra groaned before acting on impulse and dropping to her knees. He didn’t release his hold on her hair, instead gathering up the rest of it and drawing it away from her face.
Darcy was a well-proportioned man. His bobbing erection seemed more impressive now that it was wet and half an inch from her face. Petra tried to remember the pointers on shower sex from her blog post, but they all went out the window when she leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Rising up on her knees as much as she was able, she sucked and licked her way down his cock. When she lightly scraped her teeth along the underside of his head, Darcy tightened his hold and bucked his hips, driving his cock so far down her throat she nearly choked. God, she loved this.
“Up. Please.”
He helped her get to her feet and the next thing she knew he was kissing her hard. His fingers found her breasts and once again he was pinching her nipples, the little rushes of pain turning her on.
“You like that, eh?” He nipped at her neck. “Do you like to play rough, Pet? Does that website you and your friend read tell you about the joys of hard sex?”
Whoa.
But he didn’t give her a chance to answer. Darcy bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth as he took his cock in his hand and began to rub the head against her clit. He flicked his tongue in time with the rubbing and within a matter of seconds, Petra’s arousal skyrocketed.
“We need a condom.” Her whispered words barely rose above the noise of the shower.
“Not stopping.”
“Thought you wanted to fuck me?”
“I do. Still not stopping.”
Darcy continued to press his cock against her clit. The motion was eased by the flow of water, making their skin slick and the rivulets tickling her sensitive spots as they ran. Shit, she wasn’t going to last long at all. Digging her fingers into his shoulder for support, Petra let her eyes fall closed once again and enjoyed the sensations as they rushed through her.
There it was, that spark of pleasure that had eluded her so many times with the men she’d been with in the past. How was it that this man was able to fire her blood, turn her into a wannabe slut with little more than a sure touch and a few seductive words?
The rest of those thoughts evaporated as her legs began to shake. The pressure at the base of her spine worked its way through her. Darcy moved his mouth to her other breast and began to moan as he increased the pressure. “Come for me, baby. Do it.”
Like an explosion, the rush of pleasure tore through her at lightning speed until there wasn’t a part of her not burning for him. Petra cried out, clinging to Darcy as the waves of her orgasm
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