It was supposed to be a sex lesson, but as they all have lately, it morphed into just sex. It turns out Foster is a fast learner and a committed student, because he’s playing my body as though he’s known it for years.
“Remember the penetration talk?” I say, my voice breathless.
His hand slips between my legs, and two fingers land on my clit. My back arches up, but he keeps me in place with his hand under my ass. The water is warm and streaming over us, but my back is pressed to the glass of his shower.
“Yes, clitoral stimulation is a must.” He groans when I clench around him.
“It’s just unlikely that I would…” But at this point, I’m thinking we should see if I can come from penetration alone because holy shit, this angle or whatever it is—I’m about to fall to pieces under his spell.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re having a hard time…” He laughs into the curve of my neck, his tongue licking upward until he encases my earlobe in his mouth. He nibbles on it and his fingers dig into my ass, manipulating our angle so he can get even deeper.
“Foster, you feel so amazing.”
“That’s it. Keep praising me.” I swear he practically growls. “I get off when you tell me I’m doing well.”
“Want me to call you a good girl?”
He rears back. “Hell no.”
“Well, if you have a praise kink.” I grin at him.
“Just tell me that no one has ever fucked you this good.” He uses his hips to give a particularly brutal thrust, and a moan slips out of me.
“Only you, only you’re this good,” I rush to get it out, praying he doesn’t stop anytime soon.
“That’s right. Only I can get you like this.”
“You’re being really alpha.” My fingers curl along the fogged glass. “That’s okay, you deserve it after all your hard work and the orgasms you’ve given me.”
“I had a great teacher.” He applies a little more pressure to my clit, and my body turns to Jell-O from the sensation of my orgasm drawing near.
He continues to fuck me and play with my clit, and I extend my foot to the shower shelf to use it as leverage and lock in our position.
“It’s happening,” I say. “I’m coming.”
“Good girl.”
I didn’t think I had a praise kink, but holy fuck, that was really hot.
I come hard, and he smashes his mouth to mine, the kiss hungry and desperate until he stills, emptying himself inside me. We remain locked together, panting with him plastering me against the shower wall.
“You know what sucks?” I say.
“That a man needs time to recover before he can do it again?”
I chuckle, but there’s a sort of sadness to it. “That I made you into a sex god for some other woman to enjoy.” As the thought comes out of my mouth, I realize that that painful truth is too raw and real, and I wish I’d kept it to myself.
He rests his forehead on mine. “What sucks for me is that the only one I want to enjoy is you.”
Oh heart, don’t soar. Don’t hope that this could be something more than what we agreed on.
We stay like that a bit, each digesting the other person’s words, until Foster gives a quick swat to my ass. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we need to get going.”
“You started this.” I slide my leg down and his dick slips out of me before he positions my feet on the floor, taking care to make sure I have my balance before he lets go. “Now I really do have to shower.”
He turns the water on us, and we both shower, washing ourselves. I admire his body when he’s turned toward the water, and I hope he’s doing the same when I wash the soap off mine.
When we step out, he wraps a towel around my shoulders before grabbing one for himself. It feels very much like a relationship, and I wonder if the blurred line between us has now been erased completely.
