“Holy fuck, don’t talk like that,” I hiss back, and nip her jaw. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the point,” she responds, and takes a long, slow lick from my collarbone to my ear. “Come…in my mouth.”
“Stephanie…” I push my hips into her, spreading her legs with my hands on the back of her thighs.
“Avery, just let me suck you off…I don’t think I can…” Her face is freckled with shower water that’s bounced off me and sprayed her. Then she looks down at where my tip is pressing into her upper thigh, just left of its target. She meets my eyes again and looks almost embarrassed. “You’re bigger than I’m used to and last night…both times…kind of wrecked me…Just let me…”
She tries to slip down the shower wall, to her knees again, but I grab her and hold her in place. She’s not trying to flatter me; she’s just being honest. I’ve heard it before but for the first time, I care about who is saying it.
The water continues to pelt at my back and bounce off my shoulders, leaving drops on her pretty face. I hold her head gently on each side and use my thumbs to wipe them from her eyelashes. When I kiss her, it’s soft, gentle and promising. “We don’t have to do anything.”
“You’re leaving,” she reminds me. “I want to give you a send-off. And honestly, I want you to give me something else to remember you by.”
“Something like an earth-shattering orgasm?” I glide my lips along her jaw to her ear and bite down on the lobe. She shudders. “Let me fuck you again, baby. I’ll be gentle.”
She nods. I leave her there and step out of the shower and fling open the medicine cabinet. I grab a condom from a box on the top shelf and step back into the shower. She’s leaning back against the glass shower wall, but only her upper back is against it because the long, tiled bench is behind her, making her body angle off the wall. She leans there and watches me cover my dick with the condom. When I’m done, I toss the wrapper to the floor and run my right hand over her ass, down the back of her thigh, and hook it behind her knee. She lets me lift it, up off the shower floor.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Do you believe me?” I whisper against her ear, and pull back to look into her eyes. She bites her bottom lip but nods.
“Put your foot on the bench,” I tell her. She does, and then I lift her other leg off the ground and hold it against my side, just above my hip. Instinctively she wraps her leg around my waist. I shift my hips and my hard, throbbing cock finds her opening. I look at her and she’s looking back at me, expectant, her face a swirl of emotions. The lust, nervousness, and, ultimately, the trust I see there are overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip to keep from saying something stupid, lean my forehead against hers and slowly push up into her.
The tip of my dick separates her pussy lips gently…It’s fucking torturous and yet so crushingly erotic. I feel every inch of her inside as I slowly move into her, every delightfully slippery ridge as I push past and find just enough room to keep going. She’s rolling her hips slowly, meticulously, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she pants her way through it.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a voice so thick with restraint I don’t recognize it.
“OhGodyes,” she replies breathlessly, and grips my shoulders tighter.
I keep nudging and she keeps wriggling, until there is no more room to make for me and nowhere farther for me to go. My whole cock is held tight by her perfect little pussy. I open my eyes again and she’s looking back at me. She lifts a hand from my shoulder and runs it over my hair, spraying water everywhere, and then she grips my neck. And pulls herself closer, close enough to kiss me.
“Slow.”
The word is barely audible, but she didn’t even have to say it. My body already knows what she needs. It’s instinctual. I move like we’re having sex in quicksand. My body feels like a live wire; my nerve endings are sparking with every movement. Everything is so…intense.
I’m always a fast and furious type of guy when it comes to sex. I like it quick and hard. But I’m feeling stuff right now…like the way her pussy walls pulse with every heave of her chest…like the way the space inside her narrows and tightens around my tip…I’ve never felt that before. Fast, hard sex is great…but this sex is incredible.
Are all women like this? Do they all feel this good when you go slowly? I wonder as I fight to keep the tingle in my balls from erupting into orgasm. Then I realize I honestly don’t give a fuck what other women feel like…I just care that Stephanie feels this good.
“Avery…I’m close…”
I keep one arm around her tiny waist but move the other from where I was holding her thigh and snake it between us. I move my hand to where our bodies meet and slip my finger over her clit, giving it a firm rub.
“Avery.” She gasps it. And then goes silent except for a soft mew as she comes.
And suddenly, where there was room, there isn’t any. Her body tightens around me, the space I was moving in becomes less, painfully less. And the tingle in my balls rumbles up my shaft and I grunt so loudly I swear the glass rattles as I explode inside her.
Chapter 17
Stephanie
He pounds the glass beside me with an open fist and I feel his legs tremble under me. The orgasm is rocking him to the core and all I can think is,I did that. I made this hockey God weak-kneed and wobbly. I smile to myself triumphantly as my own body-rocking orgasm subsides. His head is on my shoulder now as he pants and regains his senses. When he finally pulls back to look at me, I can’t hide my grin.
“You almost fucking killed me,” he pants, and smiles back at me. “And judging by that smirk on your face, you enjoyed it.”
“You bet your sweet ass I did,” I reply, and we both laugh.
Just as slowly and gently as he’s been all morning, Avery pulls out of me. And then he lets my leg down, and as I place my other foot back on the shower floor from the shower bench, he pulls me to his chest in a hug. We stand there under the spray and hold each other for a long, perfect moment.
“I have to get ready,” he finally says.
