Hello my lovelies. I must be ‘in the mood’ because this is another naughty one. Rated M for mature. Due to sexual content.
Please note: Please 18+. Thank you.
fiction friday 15.
The last traces of shampoo swirled down my body and washed away with the water. Eyes closed, I took a few long slow breaths, enjoying the hot spray warming me. Until a noise startled me and ripped me from my peaceful moment. My hand covered my heart but failed to calm the pounding.
Damn cat. What the hell did he knock over now?
I peeked out from behind the shower curtain but my furry friend was not to be found.
Way better than the cat.
He stood with a devious smile, naked and waiting. For an invitation – I knew. But I wasn’t going to give him that.
Honey. Do you need any help in there?
He earned my smile easily. And my nod.
He stepped into the shower and stood under the water. As it rained on him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips gently. I melted. I always melted from his kisses. But I finally managed speech.
Slowly, I slid my warm wet hands over his chest and showed him the look. The one that told him I needed to be kissed again. He tucked his hand under my hair and brought my mouth to his. His lips tasted deliciously sweet, and his tongue, warm and hungry.
Good morning, baby.
His soft, deep voice drew me back to his mouth for another kiss. But he stopped me. With a hand on my cheek, he turned my head, lifting it. His lips landed in the curve of my neck and he licked me there, drinking in drops of water as they trickled over my skin. I backed him up to the shower wall and pressed my wet body against his.
I only realized I was moaning when the sounds reached my ears. And when his tongue traveled south to my heart, I heard more moaning. From him. I raked my hands into his hair and pulled his mouth closer to me, guiding him. But he needed no coaxing. No direction. He knew what I wanted. What I needed. He always knew.
His hand slid around my breast. When his thumb glided gently over my nipple, I let out a gasp. My hands in his hair pulled him closer. I needed him to lick me there.
I begged. He loved when I begged. And he answered with only the tiniest moment of teasing. He couldn’t wait either. His tongue slipped out and flicked my nipple. His lips surrounded it, and he gently sucked, letting his teeth graze over me.
His licking… sucking… teasing persisted. But I was impatient. One of my hands freed his hair and slid down his body, sneaking between us. Feeling him pressed against me was heavenly torture. I had to hold him in my hand.
The groan that escaped his mouth when I wrapped my hand around him brought a surge of nectar from inside me. He returned to my lips and with barely a breath, his mouth was on mine kissing me hard, his tongue out of control. Finally his hands grabbed my face and pulled my lips from his. Our eyes locked and he stared into me. I gave him a tiny satisfied smile, touching him, dripping wet, slowly starting to move my fingers on him, teasing him. His gaze lowered and then returned to mine.
Slowly, without releasing my hold on him, I knelt in front of him. I poked my tongue out and had a taste. I glanced up at his face with innocent shy eyes. But he knew I was not shy. Or innocent. His eyes pleaded and I responded. Maybe I gave in to him… but I definitely gave in to me.
My mouth returned to him and I slowly licked down his length until I reached my hand. And then back. And then again. His hands sank into my hair and pulled me closer. I loved his impatience and I wanted to make him wait. But I couldn’t. My lips wrapped around him and I took him in. My hand still held him, my fingers touching and teasing. But it was my mouth, taking all of him, that made me moan. And he loved when I moaned… with him in my mouth.
Hearing his breaths grow louder and faster between his deep desperate sounds only made we want him more. After teasing him with kisses and long, slow licks, I sucked him into my mouth again. My fingers slid up and down, trailing my lips and tongue by mere seconds. His hips instinctively rocked in rhythm with my mouth. And with every drop of water raining down on us, I sucked harder and faster wanting to drink it all in… drink him all in.
Oh God… baby… stop…
But I didn’t want to stop. I sucked and stroked him faster. But he pulled my mouth off him.
I looked up to him. And again, his eyes pleaded with me. I stood and his hands grabbed my waist, pushing me against the wall. His mouth landed on mine with such intensity, his tongue diving deep into the very place where the taste of him still lingered. Before I could catch my breath, I felt him between my legs, hot and dripping wet. I reached down and slid my fingers inside myself, wetting them with more than the shower’s rain. I touched him, sharing the sweetness with him.
It was too much for him. He shoved himself hard into me. My hands grasped his shoulders, my fingers digging in. With his hands on my hips, he held me up against the wall with his grip and the force of his thrusting. My tongue licked and sucked on his neck while he plunged himself deeper into me drawing longer, louder moans from my mouth.
My hands dove into his hair and pull his head to mine. I wanted his tongue in my mouth. Inside our kiss, our moans grew louder, our breath labored and faster. My head fell back against the wall and his mouth followed, sucking on my neck, almost biting me.
Honey… my God…
Breathing became nearly impossible. Every muscle in my body tensed up around him and he groaned my name, his voice strained and sexy and primal. I felt it fly right through me in that moment. My moment. And his.
With weak legs, I struggled to stand. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a contented smile. He held me to him with his own look of satisfaction.
You were going to let me sleep in… silly girl…
He mumbled his words with a touch of sarcasm as he leaned in to kiss my neck. I pushed him under the spray of the shower with a tiny laugh.
I won’t let it happen again…