“Turn around,” I instruct, taking in her naked, wet, red skin. Moving behind her, I lift her right leg, propping it on the edge of the tub. My fingers glide through her pussy. “Are you wet for me?”
“So wet,” she murmurs, rocking her hips and pushing them back to grant me better access.
“Hands on the wall.”
She does as instructed immediately.
“I can’t wait, Lizzie. I need in your pussy so fucking bad,” I whisper in her ear, thrusting two fingers inside her.
She moans and pushes her sweet ass into my groin. “Yes. Please. Hurry.”
I reach down and line myself up with her entrance from behind. Just as I start to thrust forward, it hits me. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she replies, gazing at me over her shoulder. “And I’m clean.”
My heart hammers so hard, it’s as if the band is still playing downstairs and echoing through the apartment. “I’ve never…” My brain seems to short circuit at the thought.
She holds my stare as she says, “Me either. And I trust you.”
“I’m clean. I’d never risk you, Lizzie. Ever.”
The sweetest smile spreads across her lips. “I know.”
“Are you sure? I can get out and grab a rubber from my wallet.”
Her answer is to push just enough to take the head of my cock inside her.
I close my eyes and let a curse fly, instantly surrounded in fire. Grasping for any ounce of control I possess, I place my hands on her hips and slowly push forward.
Pure.
Fucking.
Heaven.
When I’m fully seated inside her, I know I’ll be hanging on by a thread the moment I start to move. Fortunately, I can already feel the muscles of her pussy tighten, so I know it’s not going to take much to get her there.
“Don’t move your hands,” I instruct, gently pushing her forward a little so her sweet ass is pointed back at me.
And then I move.
I start to pump, long, deliberate motions. With each rock of my hips, she reciprocates, rolling her body and taking me as deep as she can. Reaching up, I wrap one hand gently around her ponytail and give it just the slightest tug. The result? I feel her pussy squeeze as she cries out.
She’s so fucking close, which is good because my body is teetering on the edge of release, barely hanging on myself. The feel of her bare is overwhelmingly amazing, and I’m barely holding on.
“I need you to come, Lizzie. Let me feel it. Let me feel you,” I coax, dropping my hand from her hair and reaching around between her legs. All it takes is a few swipes of my fingers across her swollen clit and she detonates.
The grip on my dick is so fierce, I have no choice but to follow. I come hard, pumping my hips and emptying myself untilI’m spent and breathless. I lean forward, spooning her body against mine.
Lizzie starts to sag, and as much as I’d love to stay right here, wrapped around her like a glove, I know we need to get washed up and to bed. Backing up, I dislodge my cock and step back into the water spray. “Come on, Lizzie.”
She turns around, a mixture of euphoria and exhaustion in her stunning eyes, and joins me under the direct spray. Neither of us says a word as I grab her bodywash and squirt a glob in my hand. I didn’t think to take a washcloth from the cabinet, but this’ll do just fine for tonight. All we really want to do is clean the alcohol and sweat off our bodies.
Lizzie does the same, placing her hands on my chest and washing. Our eyes are locked, and I realize this is the most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with a woman, sex excluded. This is pure, our vulnerability and flaws on full display, and I’m not just talking about our bodies. It’s as if we see each other, all the parts you try to hide from the world.
But I see her.
And the fact that not only does she see me, but I want her to, is pretty telling.
