I stood behind her, my hands reaching to stroke her lower Venusian dimples. She inhaled softly as my fingers slipped to her hips. Pulling her back against me, I moved her hair over her right shoulder, pausing to kiss the crescent moon tattoo on the nape of her neck. Gwen leaned into my embrace, letting out a sigh of contentment. She turned her head and looked at me.
“I was kind of hoping we could pull off shower sex, but now that I have you in here, I can see that might be a little challenging,” she commented, hanging her loofa and turning her body so that she was facing me.
“I wouldn’t say it was impossible,” I replied, arching a brow. She smiled, her dimples flashing, and dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth. I let out an inaudible groan as I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, holding it away from her face.
She bobbed, taking as much of me as she could. Her hot tongue swirled around the tip of my cock with torturous precision. Her hands moved with her mouth, working me until my balls tightened.
“Gwen,” I warned her, trying to pull out of her mouth before I came, but she held tight, moving with me, and looking up at me with lust-filled eyes.
Her fingers brushed against the underside of my balls, and I exploded, my cum shooting down the back of her throat. She swallowed it greedily, sucking every last drop from me.
I pulled out of her mouth, helping her stand. Slipping my index and middle fingers into her sex, I stroked her slick, velvety lips.
It was my turn to sink to my knees, and I did so, looping her right leg over my shoulder. I licked her, my tongue tracing patterns against her core that made her legs tremble. Working her with my fingers, I drew another orgasm from her, tasting her pleasure.
I wanted to pick her up, to hold her up against the tiled wall while I drove into her wet pussy over and over again, but like an idiot, I hadn’t brought a condom into the bathroom, and I’d long since learned my lesson about protection.
But fuck, I wanted to. Gwen seemed to sense my hesitation, and she leaned around me to turn off the shower. “Let’s call this an intermission,” she said breathlessly, handing me a towel before grabbing one for herself.
I chuckled, shaking my head a little as I stepped from the tub. Drying off, I watched while she pulled on her t-shirt and started walking down the hall. I yanked my boxer briefs back on and followed her.
“Now, I’ve got frozen pizza or Thai food leftover from earlier today. Since you’ve spent a greater part of this evening munching on my honeypot, I figured you wouldn’t care if I’d previously attacked it with a fork.”
“Yeah, I can’t say I’m a germaphobe.” I cocked a brow. She laughed, turning around and disappearing into her little kitchen. I peeked in, leaning against the doorway, watching while she stood on her tip-toes to put a cardboard carton in the microwave above her stove.
Her shirt rode up, revealing her round ass, and my cock swelled at the sight of it. She dropped back down on her heels and raked a hand through her hair, pulling it all over one shoulder. She bit her lip as she turned her head to look at me.
The microwave dinged, and she reached to grab the food, taking her time. Knowing I was watching, Gwen stretched a little further, allowing her shirt to ride up a little more.
Now I was uncomfortably hard, ready for more—again. It’d been a long time since I’d allowed myself an escape, one where I didn’t immediately run for the door. Of course, none of the other one-night stands had left me feeling like this.
A lot of it had to do with her personality. She was casual, friendly, with a sultry side that made me want to stay. It was hard to walk away from a woman wearing nothing but a snug-fitting t-shirt.
Best of all, she wasn’t asking questions, and that made me want to stay for a little while longer before I returned to the mundane.
Gwen grabbed two forks and sauntered over, her hips swaying subtly enough for me to know it wasn’t a show, she just moved in a way that was both exquisite and understated.
I pushed down on my cock, trying to adjust it. Her eyes followed my hand, and there was no way to hide the effect she had on me. She smirked, her dimples flashing and her eyes sparkling.
“Want some?” she offered, holding the container out to me. The tips of my fingers brushed against hers. I took a bite, chewing slowly, watching her while she watched me with a private, knowing smile on her face. She stabbed at the noodles, drawing it into her mouth, her lips fitting around the fork erotically.
Dahmer, the cat, ran from the room like a bat out of hell, slapping twice at my bare leg with his lightning-fast paws before he raced and hid under the couch. She clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her laughter.
“You think that’s funny, huh?”
“I’m sorry.” She giggled, trying to regain her composure. “I really am. Maybe he’s just not used to males. You’re the first one he’s met.”
“Really?” I said with my brow lifted in mild surprise.
“Sort of crossing into personal territory there,” she warned with a wry grin, pointing her fork at me for a moment before she attacked the noodles. “But really. Usually, I don’t bring home strange guys from the bar.”
“Is that so?”
“Don’t look so horrified, I’m not attempting to rope you into a relationship. I am, however, planning on using your body a few more times before you go, if you’re cool with that.”
“Oh, I’m cool with that,” I said thickly.
“Great, because I’ve had a hell of a dry spell, and you’re just what I need right now.” She grinned, clearly pleased with the arrangement. I let out a chuckle, low and rumbling, more than willing to help break her dry spell.
