So, I do just that. Over and over until she’s writhing with need.
“Mmmm… Mark… That feels good,” Faye murmurs as she clings to me.
“Even in the shower, I can feel you’re soaked for me, sweetheart.”
Needing more, I flip us around so she’s the one under the streaming water.
When I feel her tremble, I drop to my knees and prop one of her thighs on my shoulder.
Her hands grasp me tight as she finds her balance.
The moment I slide my tongue where my fingers had been, moans of pleasure fill the room, and her hands fist my hair tightly.
My dick turns to stone as she gasps, “Oh, God… That feels… Ohmigod… Right there…” She arches her sweet pussy forward, giving me even better access.
Lapping from her center to her tight bud, I slide two fingers deep inside her.
Her walls tighten, and she clamps down around my fingers like a vise. When I find that squishy spot along her front wall that drives her wild, she groans out my name. Keeping a steady massaging rhythm, I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against her as quickly and hard as I can.
A slew of curses spews from her mouth as she fists my hair and presses me harder against her. “Ohmigod… Mark… I’m…”
That’s all the warning I get before her body stiffens and her walls quake violently from within. I stay right with her, pulse after pulse, until her body goes slack.
Slowly, I help her lower her leg and stand to face her. “You doin’ okay?” I grin triumphantly, brushing the wet hair from her face.
“Better than okay… That was… Ohmigod… I have no words,” she whispers blissfully, with the most beautiful smile stretched across her features.
Leaning in, I kiss her.
As she kisses me back, I’m suddenly keenly aware that shower sex won’t cut it. I need to ravage every inch of her body, and a bed would be much better suited for what I have in mind.
“Let’s wash you up and get out of here,” I offer when her body slinks against mine for support.
She simply nods and lets me care for her completely.
By the time we get out of the shower and dry off, we’re making out like crazy on the way to the bedroom. When she scrambles to the center of the bed, and I start to crawl on top of her, a wicked thought hits.
Arching a brow in challenge, I ask, “Where do you keep your vibrator?”
“Mark…” she chastises as she reaches for me. “I just want you.”
“You’ll get me,” I promise. “But you’ve been teasing me off and on for weeks, and now that I’m here in person, I want a chance to play with you, like I’ve promised.”
For the first time in forever, Faye’s beautiful body blushes from head to toe. “I-It’s… in the nightstand,” she stammers.
Reaching over, I pull open the drawer but don’t see anything but a small fabric bag. Pulling it out, I hold it up for her to see. “In here?”
When Faye nods, I feel like the Cheshire cat as all our conversations play back on a loop through my mind. “Hmmm… Where to start?” I ask, pulling the light-purple vibrator out of the bag.
When a small, round object falls out along with it, I look to Faye for further explanation.
Her heated eyes meet mine, and she licks her lower lip with her tongue. Breathlessly, she admits, “It’s a remote.”
“Oh… Fuck me… We’re gonna have some fun with this,” I promise as I take a few minutes to figure out how it works. Not only does it straighten into a wand with a button you can turn on from the vibrator itself, but it also completely cups into the shape of a C. After pressing the button a few times, I quickly find there are three distinct speeds and several rhythmic patterns.
“You have a favorite?” I ask, wanting to ensure she gets the most pleasure out of this.
“It varies, depending on my mood,” she admits, propping herself onto her elbows to watch me.
