“Yes.”
I slid my fingers out and reached between us to fist my cock so I could guide it between her lips.
“Like this?” I asked, pressing against her.
Her only answer was a throaty moan as she pressed back, making me slip slightly inside of her.
My free hand slipped up to her mouth, knowing the acoustics were too good in the shower not to silence her, then I surged deep.
Her moan vibrated against my palm.
Her hand shot out, slapping the wall.
Then it moved, slipping back and behind my neck, holding onto me as I started to fuck her.
There was nothing slow or tentative about it.
We both needed it too much.
My hand slid down her stomach, pressing between her legs to tease her clit as I fucked her.
It wasn’t long before my other arm had to anchor around her midsection when her legs started to wobble and her pussy started to tighten around me until she was crying out, pulsing, coming hard, her whole body shaking.
I knew we didn’t have time to waste.
But I couldn’t be done with her just yet.
So as soon as I trusted her not to cry out, I turned her, backed her against the wall, grabbed her legs to wrap them around my lower back, then surged back inside her.
Slower, this time. But harder, too. Each thrust had her whole body jolting.
But her legs tightened.
Her hands gripped my arms.
Her eyes went molten.
It wasn’t long before she couldn’t keep her little moans in, having to lean forward to press her lips into my neck to muffle the sounds as I drove her up, up, up.
Until she was tensing, until her pussy was gripping my cock.
Then she came, body shuddering, crying against my neck.
I fucked her through it before planting deep and coming with her.
We untangled some time later, and while I dried off and cleaned up, she finished her shower and climbed out into the small bathroom with me.
“Don’t say it,” she whispered, reading my mind.
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” I lied.
“You were going to say we can’t do this again,” she said, reaching for her bottle of lotion, pumping some into her hands, and running the coconut scent up her arms.
Suddenly, I wanted to take that bottle and slather the liquid all over every inch of her myself.
But I had to stop giving in to these urges with Gracie.
“We can’t.”
