“It’s okay,” I reply. I can sense she’s sinking into those dark thoughts again, and who could blame her? What she told me last night was insane.
“We’ll sort this out.” She turns to face me, and her breasts brush my chest. Despite the fact that it feels inappropriate, my cock gives a twitch. When she begins soaping my shoulders, and down my torso, it doesn’t take more than a minute for me to be rock hard again. She looks down, running her fingers along my shaft before looking back up at me.
“I think I need you to fuck me again,” she says, rising onto her toes and brushing her lips over mine. Her tits are mashed against me, water cascading over our naked bodies, and I’ll be damned if I don’t feel like I’ll go off again at her next touch.
What is it about this woman that has me responding like a horny teenager?
Chapter 13
Mateo Ricci
She hikes a knee over my hip as she deepens our kiss, and I feel her rubbing the head of my cock along the gaping slit of her cunt.
“Take me, Mateo,” she murmurs into my mouth.
“Fuck me here, against the wall. I want to feel your cock in me again.”
I suck the words from her as I push her back against the wall. Her sticky juices mingle with the warm water, and when I press my hips forward, it barely takes any effort to slide into her heat. She’s tight. So fucking tight it makes my teeth grind as I thrust in. But if she’s struggling to fit me in, there’s no sign of discomfort. Her mouth has dropped open; her head tips back as she tilts her hips toward me.
“Yes…just like that,” she gasps out. “Jesus, you touch me so deep…”
I grab her ass in both hands and lift her up, propping her against the wall as she links her heels behind me. She clutches my biceps as I begin to raise and lower her.
“God, you’re so fucking strong,” she moans as I continue to lift her. I let her drop down a little more sharply, feeling myself sink another inch deeper, and she makes a choking sound. I stop short, but she winds an arm around my neck.
“Keep going,” she urges. “Don’t stop!”
I pick up the rhythm again, our bodies slapping wetly together beneath the steady flow of water. At this rate, I’ll be gone in sixty seconds again, but I sense that if I try to hold back, she’s going to object. When she drops a hand between us and begins swirling a finger over her clit, I find my eyes drawn to the motion. My shaft slides wetly into her neatly shaven pussy in a way that’s pure poetry. She’s looking down between us, too, her fingers working more quickly.
“Fuck…look how thick you are,” she says hoarsely. “You’re fucking splitting me open. God…oh, God…” Her words spur me on. I don’t think I’ve been with a woman who was so vocal before. And I fucking love it.
“You’re like a freaking sex goddess,” I say through gritted teeth. It feels like my cock has swollen even thicker since I first plunged into her. “I can’t…I…”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stay focused.
“You can do it, babe,” she moans into my ear. “Come inside me. I have protection. Fill me up…I want you to pump me full of all that thick come…”
It’s like she sets my cock on fire with her words because I feel myself thrust in and spurt as if on command.
“Yes!” she cries out. “Jesus, I can feel it. Your jizz spurting into me…like a jet. Oh, fuck…oh…fuck…! Oh! Fuuuuuck!” Her voice pitches up several octaves and then tapers off as her breath rushes out. Her fingers tangle almost painfully tightly into my hair as she arches sharply. Her legs tighten around my waist, locking the air out of my lungs, but I hold firm. There’s no way I’m dropping her now. Not while she’s writhing on the end of my cock like every wet dream I’ve ever had.
Her breathing gradually settles, and I feel her ankles unhook from behind me. I set her down gently, yet still holding her up. I’m half worried her legs will buckle if I let her go.
“Holy shit,” she wheezes. “You fuck like an Olympic Gold medalist!”
I give a light laugh. “I think I could say the same about you,” I reply. The water is streaming down between us, washing away the creamy spunk that’s trickling from her pussy. I stroke a hand down and rinse her clean, letting my fingers linger between the pink folds.
“Keep that up, and we might not get out of here,” she says. I give a rueful grin.
“Maybe we don’t need to,” I answer. Who am I kidding? I’m not twenty anymore. I’ll need at least an hour to gather my strength.
The water is running off her still-hard nipples in rivulets.
Actually, maybe I’ll just need a few minutes.
But she’s clambering out of the stall, reaching for a towel. I step out after her, toweling myself dry and then fastening the towel around my waist as I follow her from the steamy bathroom into the bedroom.
“Need coffee,” she says, not looking back at me as she leaves the bedroom for the kitchen.
