“Sure. Shower sex sounds great.”
Who needs the gym?
Weights? Why? When I have a voracious twenty-year-old naked in my shower? A beautiful woman who nips and bites at me the minute we’re under the hot water? Who clamps her teeth down on my nipple, and holy fuck, I have a pain kink? Good to know.
Learning more and more about myself with every passing moment.
Amber’s hands are all over me, tracing over my tattoos, her thumbs caressing my abs as she sighs. She’s gorgeous like this,even more gorgeous, naked, slippery and skin turning pink in the warm steam.
Lifting her up against the shower wall, pressing myself against her while her hands cradle my face, and she kisses me, soft and slow - it’s fucking bliss.
So good. Too good. Far too fucking good, because I forget myself for a second.
Our mouths still joined, tongues still sliding against each other, still tasting each other, I grasp the base of my cock and sink into her. She moans into my mouth, and an intoxicating combination of pleasure and panic seizes my brain.
Because I’m not wearing a condom.
I’m inside Amber, all the way, not just the tip like on my desk this afternoon -was it only just this afternoon? Has it only been 12 hours?- no, this time, I’m buried inside her, all the way, enveloped by her heat. I pull back from the kiss with a strained laugh, and she’s gazing up at me, with that look, that look I hope no other man has ever seen before, her hooded eyes and plump, red lips.
“Sorry, honey,” I murmur, trying to shift away from her. “I didn’t think.”
“It’s OK.” She locks her legs around my waist, keeping me there. “I told you, I don’t mind.”
“Amber-”
“Just for a minute.” Her head tips back, her hair a mess of half-wet strands that stick to her cheeks and her shoulders. “Just stay inside me for a minute.” She closes her eyes, moaning as she tenses the muscles inside her, and I grit my teeth hard, suppressing a groan.
“If you do that again, I’ll come.”
She giggles softly, looking like some devilish goddess, eyes still closed and mouth widened in a grin. “I’ll be very good and stop that then.” She opens her eyes just enough to look at me,to watch my face as I try to maintain my composure. “I feel that good?”
“Yes, you do.” Heat prickles at my lips from the strain of holding back, of trying not to think too much abouthow fucking goodit feels to be inside her raw.
“What if you just pulled out?” She asks, shifting her hips a little, which has me grasping her ass hard enough to leave handprints. “Before you come? Could you just do that?”
I don’t fucking think I can.
I shake my head, and goddamn me, but I pull out a little, and thrust back inside her. Amber’s eyes widen, and she gasps out an incoherent curse.
“I can’t like this, honey, I…” The internal war within myself lasts approximately 14 milliseconds, but it feels like an eternity. I crush Amber’s mouth with mine, not fucking her exactly, just pressing myself into her, and she writhes and squirms in my arms. I’m a good man. I know this is wrong. I know I should be responsible. I know I shouldn’t gamble, not with her, not like this.I’m a good man. I’m responsible…
Fuck it.
I put Amber down on her feet, and her eyes flash up to mine with question before she lets out a delighted yelp as she’s spun around and pressed against the tiles. I grip her hip with one hand, pressing the other to the small of her back, angling her peachy round ass towards me. She sucks in a ragged breath as I press the blunt head of my cock to her pussy.
As wrong as it is, as much as I know this is another mistake in a long line of mistakes I’ve made this afternoon, I push my naked cock inside her, on purpose, feeling every inch of heat and slickness pass my sensitive skin.
Amber lets out a long, low moan when my hips are sitting flush against her ass.
“Oh god, Theo.” One of her hands is braced against the wall, the other massaging her nipple languidly.
“You like it like this, honey?” My thrust is probably too hard, too much for her, but all I’m met with is more moans. “You like me stretching this pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, her head turned so I can see the flush rising in her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut under the curtain of her wet hair.
“I want to fuck you hard, pretty girl.” I pound into her again, and her mouth opens in anO, her back tensing. “Do you want me to do that?”
“Yes.” It’s a moan, a loud moan, a fucking plea of mercy. “Don’t hold back, oh god, please.”
