“That feels so good.” He moans, closing his eyes and giving me free reign. I scratch a little more before I give him the okay to rinse. I squirt some more shampoo into my palm and begin to massage his body, creating suds from the circular motion as I move from his chest, to his abs, to the arc of his hard ass, then around to his cock.
“Careful, Stevie,” he warns as my palm slides easily back and forth over his length.
“Do you not like that?” I toy, knowing damn well he does.
“No, the problem is I love it. And once you get me going, there’s no stopping me.”
“I don’t see that as a problem at all.” I continue to jerk him off until he’s pulsing and hard.
“You’ve done it now.” He rinses the soap off his body before pinning me up against the wall. His protruding erection stabbing me in the gut.
Smashing his lips against mine, Baz gropes and grabs and squeezes every soft peak of my yearning body, paying close attention to my pointed nipples. Plucking at them with his fingers at first then sucking them into his mouth when he lifts me off the ground.
“Mmmm . . . baby, baby, baby,” he chants as he dry humps me right against the wall. The grinding causing my pussy to pound.
“Baz,” I utter his name, pleading for more.
“You want me? You want me inside you, baby?”
“Fuck, you know I do.” I don’t even try to deny it.
Baz hooks his arms under my knees, anchoring my legs as wide as they can go.
“Guide me in,” he instructs, rocking his hips.
I grab his shaft and line up the head with my vibrating entrance. He slides through my fingers and into my pussy, the two of us expelling a moan at the moment of impact. Together, we watch as his long, thick cock slowly stretches and fills me.
Threading my fingers into his hair, I press my forehead to his, securing myself to him. The sight of us joining is beyond erotic. Beyond arousing as we climb the steep mountain of ecstasy together.
“Jesus, Stevie. I need to be inside you all fucking night.” Baz rolls his hips, creating a new kind of friction. Everything within me pulses, throbs, and aches as he keeps with the dizzying rhythm, inching in deeper with every revolution.
“I’ll spread my legs for you as long as you want.” I sigh insufferably as the sensations stir. “Fuck, Baz. Harder, faster.” My need is insatiable. The faint caress of an orgasm driving me crazy.
“Do I feel good?” he asks as he slightly picks up speed. “Do I feel good buried deep inside you?”
“You feel so fucking good,” I gasp. “It’s fucking dangerous.”
“That may be one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.”
A little twinge of guilt pinches in my chest. I wish my statement wasn’t true. I wish it really wasn’t dangerous to be with Benjamin Sabatino. But it is. We’re playing with fire, and he doesn’t even know it.
The kindle of my orgasm morphs into an excruciating burn as Baz finally forces the last bit of his length completely inside me.
“Oh, god!” I tense. He’s so huge and deep, I swear the head of his dick pushes right past my belly button. The pressure in my lower abdomen is so extreme I nearly lose my mind.
“Baz, Baz, Baz.” His name escapes my lips in a strained hush as he fucks me hard. As he challenges my body and my control.
“Ah!” I scream as he pins me against the shower wall, my climax igniting. I come like a raging river, the world washing away with the violent rapids.
Almost immediately after my plunge into the tumultuous water, Baz follows my lead, thickening inside me to an almost unfathomable size.
“Stevie, jerk me off.” He pulls out and groans like a tortured animal. I grab this throbbing cock with both hands and stroke him until he comes. It only takes a few heart-pounding seconds before he’s dousing my stomach and chest with a torrent of semen.
Watching this huge, well-built man climax at my fingertips has to be one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. I feel like I’m high. Maybe I still am. Maybe the residual effects of my own orgasm elevated the intimacy of Baz’s to a whole new erogenous level.
Once our bodies stop shaking, Baz unhooks his arms from under my knees, but he doesn’t place me back on the ground. Instead, he guides my legs around his waist and hugs me against the wall. Languidly, he kisses my neck, my jawline, my cheeks, my eyes, and mouth. Digging his fingertips into my skin as his come smears all over both of our abdomens.
Strangely, I enjoy this physical connection as much as I enjoyed the physical connection that happened moments ago. I realize under the rhythmic sound of the shower spray that I revel in Baz’s touch no matter the kind. Hard, soft, fast, slow, loving, or punishing, it all has the same mind-altering effect.
