They never had time before. Showers were rushed, sometimes practical. Rarely did they have these magic moments where it was just the two of them.
Jonny leaned back against the tiles, his hands combing through her hair as she dropped to her knees, washing his legs like he’d done hers, cupping his balls, rubbing soap over his cock and starting to tighten her grip as the first drop of pre-cum spilt from the tip.
“Are you okay for this?” His words were murmured, quiet, barely audible over the falling water.
“Yes.” She wrapped her mouth around his cock, taking the head between her lips and running her tongue around it and then applying pressure with her lips, sucking firmly but slowly.
She felt his hand in her wet hair, starting to grip, directing her. Her pussy throbbed, needing him there rather than her mouth, but she pushed the feeling away, focusing on what magic she could create but then his hands moved to her shoulders and started to move her up.
“Come here, Ray.”
Jonny resumed his touch, this time cupping her ass and then sliding a hand between them to cup her pussy, one of his fingers nudging her entrance.
“You’re always wet for me. How do you do that?”
“It’s you. You’re like catnip.”
He tipped his head back and laughed, fingering her properly now, shifting two digits in and out, her slickness making the movement easy. “Do I make you purr?”
“All the time.”
He removed his fingers and directed her so her back was against the tiles, lifting her up so he could manoeuvre between her legs.
Rayah guided his cock to her entrance and moaned as he entered smoothly. His rhythm was steady and easy, the pace not frantic but enough so that she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist, relying on his strength to keep her steady.
He was quiet as they fucked, his words having been washed away by the water. Sometimes it was like this: they’d be silent but his eyes would speak volumes and tell stories, just as she knew hers did too. All the things she could say were in how she held onto him, feeling him pound into her, bringing another release.
She came before he did, her pussy clenching around him without warning, her orgasm hard and powerful. Hazel eyes watched her, holding her gaze while he maintained his rhythm, the pace throughout.
And then he orgasmed, his movements becoming harder, more powerful and he uttered one single word while he came. Rayah.
They stilled. Her back remained against the wall, his arms holding her and for what felt like eternity he didn’t let go, the water still raining around them.
“Why are you crying?” He followed his words with a kiss.
Rayah shook her head. “I didn’t know I was.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No. Just overwhelmed.”
“I know what you mean.” He untangled them and finished rinsing them off, turning off the shower and then she found herself wrapped in a thick, soft towel, being dried thoroughly by the man she knew she had fallen in love with.
Chapter Fifteen
At some point, he’d thought that this was a good idea. Right now, probably at exactly the same point as last year, he was deciding that choosing to take part in an Ironman competition was one of the worst things he’d done. It didn’t matter that he was raising a couple of grand for a muscular dystrophy charity or that he was currently ahead of everyone bar Will, meaning they were leaving the paramedics and the police team in the dirt, this was madness. Sheer and utter madness.
He had six miles to go and from experience of running marathons, this was when you hit the wall. In theory, it should have been about ten miles ago, given that they’d swam more than two miles and cycled over a hundred, but this was always the point where if you were going to get cramp, you would now and the finish line felt like forever away.
But his kids were waiting for him at the finish line with Rayah. He knew they’d made a banner, he’d already seen it at the start and thought he’d caught a glimpse of it around the fourteen-mile marker. Once he was at the finish line in about fifty minutes, he could annoy his kids by wiping sweat all over them, shower before he seized up and then go to their favourite American diner and eat at least three burgers and have at least three pints of beer. Then sleep.
Hopefully sleep would involve Rayah being wrapped around him, if she was staying over and if the kids did their bit by all going to bed early and staying in their rooms.
Jonny was pretty sure Charlie at least suspected that he and Rayah were more than friends. Since they’d been away together, their couple of nights a week had turned into three or even four, with Rayah round at dinner times and babysitting more, or sometimes sneaking over and staying after she’d been out with Keren. He wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t know what the conclusion would be to it.
“How’s the wall?”
Jonny looked over his right shoulder and saw Keith, one of the local paramedics and fellow Ironman catching him up. He looked exhausted and Jonny figured that he had more left in him than Keith and could probably push on ahead in another mile or so. It was just likely to be a long mile.
