She didn't even know how she came to be flattened against the shower wall with Seth pressing against her so tightly she felt like her body was melding with his. She was certainly aware, though, that the thick ridge of flesh she could feel was miles from where she wanted it.
Evidently, Seth realized that at about the same time she did. His hands tightened at her waist and he hoisted her up the wall. She looped her arms tightly around his shoulders to keep from slipping down again and curled her legs around his waist.
Unfortunately, she could feel the head of his cock prodding her in the ass then--south of satisfaction! Seth managed to peel her wet T loose and palmed one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly. It completely diverted her from her frantic search of her mind for the logistics of how to mount him without losing her grip and hitting the floor. His fingers pinched the tip as he massaged her breast, sending currents of sensation shimmying through her belly.
Keeping herself anchored to him with one arm, she reached between them to try to peel her T-shirt up far enough to give him access to both breasts. He took the hint. Breaking the kiss, he shoved one hand under her ass, caught her T-shirt, and peeled it over her head. It hung by one arm. She'd just switched her grip to get rid of it when Seth boosted her higher up the wall and covered one of her breasts with his mouth--almost completely.
Disconcerted by how small her breasts suddenly seemed, sanity emerged briefly and she felt herself cool by several degrees. It lasted until the first pull of his mouth. Since the lava flow that created coincided with the abrupt realization that Seth completely dwarfed her she managed to redirect her mind from the discomfiting sense of inadequacy to the pleasure he was creating inside of her. She went back to mindless appreciation for the heated currents he was stirring inside of her and the swiftly rising desire to connect more fully with him and feel him inside of her.
That thought, as soon as it managed to connect in her mushy brain, prompted a search for the cock. She couldn't find anything but the by now soggy briefs he was wearing and couldn't even identify what part of his anatomy she was feeling beyond the fact that it was below his waist.
Apparently her search put him in mind of what was lacking, though. He began groping at something below her and a few moments later she felt something that seemed to be vaguely the right shape--except twice as big as she'd expected--prodding at her cleft.
If she hadn't been in the grips of high fever by then she thought that might have brought sanity back. Well, the size of itandthe fact that the entrance was still blocked and he was apparently too far gone to figure out why he wasn't making any progress. All she could really think about, though, as he began alternately trying to shove his cock inside of her and then trying to shove her down over it was that, even if he succeeded, she didn't want her damned panties used as a fucking condom!
"Seth!" she gasped hoarsely. "The cloth! My briefs ...."
He released the breast he'd been sucking, lifted his head and stared at her blankly for several seconds. Abruptly, he shifted his grip on her and grasped her briefs, trying to peel them off even though her legs were still coiled tightly around his waist.
Naturally enough, that didn't work, but he did manage to pull them down enough to shove his cock past the fabric barrier and connect skin to skin. Uncomfortable, but vastly relieved that he at least wasn't trying to shove her panties up her, Danika toyed with the idea of dismounting completely long enough to get rid of the damned briefs and discarded it when he managed to plow past the entrance of her sex and wedge the head of his cock inside of her.
The burn of skin stretched to its limit caught her attention and held it. She'd begun to think that, despite the natural lubrication all of his kisses had produced, the mountain wasn't surmountable ... for her, anyway, when he managed to sink deeply enough they passed the point of no return.
Pleasurable heat rapidly overtook the discomfort as he delved deeply, withdrew, and plunged inside of her again. The rhythmic glide was mesmerizing, enthralling enough she managed to close her mind to everything else and focus on the building tension inside of her in response to his pummeling assault. She was getting close to her goal when she felt him stiffen. His cock twitched inside of her in warning of imminent explosion.
She tensed, feeling a sense of defeat engulf her as it hit her that she wasn't going to make it before he came.
He stopped abruptly. Breathing heavily, he hesitated for a few moments and began to saw slowly in and out of her.
It frustrated Danika, but she could feel the rise of hopeful tension once more. She just needed it hard and fast like before. She struggled with the urge to demand it, tried to hold onto her patience and focus on the pleasure she felt.
She was rewarded after a few moments with the rhythm she needed. He picked up the pace, boosted her higher, closer. He increased the pace until he was pounding in to her so swiftly that it shot her toward her climax. The waves of bliss that crashed over her when she abruptly reached her crisis were so hard that she couldn't seem to contain it. She groaned, long and low, her cries gathering in volume and pitch as the convulsions racked her.
As she crested, felt Seth begin to shudder with his own climax, she suddenly became aware that her delighted cries were bouncing back at her in the damned chamber. It brought her down from her high so abruptly it was dizzying.
Chapter Twelve
Danika had known she was probably going to regret giving in to her desire. She just hadn't expected cold reality to hit her quite so hard or so quickly.
While Seth was enjoying the aftermath of his climax, she was listening for any sound that might indicate she'd been vocalizing her pleasure loud enough to wake the dead--the sleepers in the damned crew quarters not ten feet from the fucking bathing facilities!
It was so quiet, she knew immediately that the spray of the shower hadn't been loud enough to cover her yodeling. As that sank in, she felt her face heat and the blush didn't stop at her neck. She felt hot all over and it had nothing to do with desire at all!
"Oh my god! Oh shit! Let me down!" she hissed, struggling to shove Seth away.
He leaned away, stared at her blankly for a moment and finally pulled out, allowing her to slide down until her feet touched the floor. She was so wobbly legged and the floor so slick with water, she skidded, bumping against the wall hard enough the sound echoed off the walls.
She cringed.
"What is wrong?"
Danika shook her head, struggling to think of something she could say to convince anybody listening that she hadn't been screwing in the shower! Nothing came to her. "That was stupid," she muttered.
Seth caught her arm as she looked around distractedly, wondering if she should stay in the facilities long enough to creep back to her bunk and prevent everybody on the damned ship from knowing it was her and Seth in the shower. That thought gave her some hope. All of the women were on the same ship, after all! It could have been any of them!
The look she saw on Seth's facealmostpenetrated her embarrassment. He looked ... confused, hurt, and vaguely angry. "I did something ... wrong?"
She clapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. "Let's don't talk about it right now, ok?" she whispered.
