Page 172 of Right Man, Right Time
As his mouth works around my neck, he plays with my breasts, one of his favorite things to do. He plucks at my nipples, pulls and squeezes them, and creates such a wave of arousal that I start to move my ass along his erection.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel that ass against my cock.”
I push harder into him and rotate as he drags his mouth up my neck. He slides his hand up my throat and then turns my head so my lips meet his. It’s a short but passionate kiss, enough to make me want more. He reaches behind him and switches on the handheld showerhead. He rinses off our soap and then brings it to the front of me, right in front of my pussy, and says, “Spread.”
I do as I’m told, and the water blasts right against my aching clit.
“Silas,” I moan.
“Hold this here.”
I grip the showerhead and place it exactly where I want it against my clit as he bends me forward. With the hand not holding the showerhead, I brace against the tile and hold my breath as I feel him position his cock against my entrance.
“Don’t take your time, Silas. I need your dick now.”
Hands gripping my ass, he pushes inside me in one large thrust that nearly has me crumbling against the wall.
“Goddamn,” he shouts. “This tight pussy will be the death of me.”
He works his erection in and out of me at a demanding pace, and all I can do is brace myself as he builds both of our orgasms to the precipice.
The vibration of the water bouncing off my clit combined with his wet strokes has me clawing to hold on longer.
“Jesus, I’m already there,” he says, pumping faster.
Thank God.
“Me too,” I squeak out as the first tingle of an orgasm zings down my legs. “Fuck, Silas . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .” I can’t get out the words because together, we both groan, our orgasms making us incoherent.
I push against him, he tugs, and together, we slowly ride down the high.
On a deep breath, I stand and lean against his chest, where he holds me tightly.
“Shit, Ollie. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I ask.
“Because I wanted that to last longer, but the minute I was inside you, there was no chance.”
I turn toward him and use the showerhead to rinse his chest. “I was right there with you.”
He pinches my chin. “How can I still come that fast with you? It’s fucking embarrassing.”
I chuckle. “I think it’s all the spanking, pinching, tools, and dirty talk,” I answer. “We don’t give each other a chance.”
“You’re right about that.” He takes the showerhead from me. “How did this feel?”
“Phenomenal, but your dick felt better.”
“Good answer.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and then we get lost in each other’s mouth once again. This time, we turn off the water.
* * *
“Did Silas get you that sweatshirt?”Ross asks as he examines the black hoodie I’m wearing that says Property of the Vancouver Agitators.
“He did,” I answer as we wait at our favorite coffee kiosk on campus for our drinks to be made. Thanks to post-shower sex on the bathroom floor, I was almost late for my first class. Silas was insatiable this morning, and no matter what I did, he wanted more.
Not that I didn’t want it, either.
