When I lifted her leg and anchored it to my hip, she seemed to realize what I was going to do. With a fast gasp of surprise, she opened her mouth just as I brought the stream to her inner leg. "Benjamin—" she started, eyes closing and then opening again.
"Is that too hard?" I moved it further away from her skin. "Here better?"
She swallowed, breasts rising and falling quickly. "No, it's—it's good."
I shifted the spray closer to her pink pussy. "Here?"
Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall. "Oh my God."
"Be a good girl and keep still for me," I encouraged, aiming the brunt of the stream right where I knew it would tease her the most. She jumped first, and then dissolved against the wall, her leg shaking and her mouth opening.
"Oh myGod,"she breathed.
I oscillated the stream, hitting her clit and then moving to the side in a pattern that I was sure was going to frustrate her in no time. Her hips began to lift and fall in time with my teasingrhythm, and finally she opened her eyes to glare at me, a hint of desperate glimmering in them. "Benjamin."
"Yes?" I couldn't help it, I was grinning. Even though my cock was so hard I'd have given everything in my checking account for a gratifyingsqueeze, I still grinned. She was close.
"I—" she panted, her attention wavering.
I bent over her, directing the spray right on her clit until she cried out, head back again and hips thrusting forward. When I moved it away, she made a sound of dismay, clutching my arms and digging her nails into my flesh. I sucked on her neck, tasting her sweetness, the salt of her skin, and fresh water. "What do you want?"
"I want you," she panted. "I want—I want?—"
I licked the spot I'd been sucking, returning the spray to her clit for three more seconds before moving it away. "Say it."
"You," she groaned, her grip so tight, I knew it would leave marks. "I want you inside of me."
I moved the shower stream away from her body and brought my hard erection between her legs, pressing it against her sensitive center. Hovering my lips over hers, I whispered, "Good. Now beg for it."
Understanding crossed her features, and she moved her hips against my erection in a needy rhythm. "Please, Benjamin." Her water-sprinkled eyelashes lifted, and she held my gaze pleadingly. "Please, fuck me."
I felt those words from my head to my aching dick, and with a low growl, I pressed up against her, gathering her in my arms. "Say it again."
"Fuck me, Benjamin," she pleaded, her arms around my shoulders now and lifting against me. "Please."
I dropped the shower head, and it sprayed against the tub innocuously while I lifted her by her ass and pinned her to the shower wall. "You sure?" She wasn't a virgin—not by herword, anyway—but it sure as hell felt like she was with her inexperience and curious, uninhibited passion. I had to be sure she wanted this.
"Benjamin," she practically snapped, her eyes meeting mine. She pressed her forehead to mine. "I already begged. Please."
I chuckled ruefully, and then the haze of lust took over again, and I pressed a hot, insistent kiss to her mouth. She responded with the same kind of urgency, and carefully, I adjusted us so the tip of my cock was at her entrance. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt the desperation in the tone. My body echoed it, my dick twitching and my balls tightening.
I slid inside of her slowly, and she responded with breathy sounds, encouraging me by lifting her pelvis to meet me and holding onto my shoulders tightly. I tried to take my time, tried to go easy. She was so fucking warm, so tight and perfect, I had to grit my teeth to hold my composure. She sucked me in with a low moan, and then I was fully seated. My face went molten lava hot, and the heat wrapped around to the back of my neck. It was torture not to fuck an indent of her back into that shower wall.
She clung to me, breathing hard. "You feel so good," she said unsteadily.
Experimentally, I retreated a fraction and slid back in. Her panting moans grew higher in pitch. I steadied her and tried again, and she started to move with me, setting the pace and lighting every erotic nerve ending in my body on fire.
There was no hope for it. I wasn't going to last, and that wasn't like me. I hadn't been this volatile since before med school—I couldn't remember the last time my control had begun to slip like this. I fumbled, reaching for the shower head and pausing to catch my breath, more because I was too close to orgasming than the fact that it was physically taxing. I brought the shower head between us, and she gasped loudly when I aimed the stream at her exposed clit.
"Oh, I'm—" she shook her head, eyes closed. "Benjamin, I can't hold it."
Thank fucking God. Holding the shower head in place, watching her breasts bounce and stomach tense, I slammed into her, over and over, hard and fast and gratifyingly rough. She panted loudly, fluidly moving in time with my thrusts. Her body tensed, her thighs clamping hard around me and her center fluttering around my impossibly hard cock. And then she was breaking, and with some shock, I realized I could feel her orgasm far better than I could ever remember experiencing with another partner. She broke around me, clenching and pulsing so hard, it practically pulled my own release from me. I grunted, driving into her one last time, and then blissful release claimed me. I chased the orgasm, slowing my pace and filling her tight pussy with my cum with purposeful, gentling strokes.
She went limp around me, her head falling to my shoulder and her arms draping like streamers down my back. I held her tightly, breathing hard and completely spent. It was a herculean effort to stay upright with her when all I wanted to do was bury my face in her tits and fall asleep. Carefully, I eased her back to her feet, and then I replaced the shower head in its cradle so we could wash off. She watched me with a satiated, blushing expression that made me want to squeeze her. I soaped her up, luxuriating in the feel of her soft, sun-kissed skin, in the way her body felt under my hands, and in the little satisfied noises she made when I rubbed her shoulders and between her legs.
Evie did the same to me, and I was pretty sure I saw heaven's gates when she massaged my muscles and scraped shampoo over my scalp. Once we were done and I had us wrapped in towels, she chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes still shining. "I feel like I've been missing out, maybe."
I cocked a sideways grin. "On sex?"
