Wanderers 4: A Tough Act to Follow (The Wanderers)

I gathered her breasts into my palms. Arching, she threw back her head and rocked atop me in wild abandon. I was nearly there when I felt the walls of her pussy quivering as she climaxed. It was enough to finish off any hope I had of holding back my own climax. Our movements grew staccato and then she collapsed to my chest, her breath coming hot and fast against my throat. I sucked in air and slowly caressed her sweat covered back from shoulder to thigh. I paused there to cup her cheeks and run a finger down her crack to where our bodies were joined. She shuddered again. I brought my hands, and their teasing fingers, back up, tracing her spine to her nape. Gathering fistfuls of her hair, I raised her head off my chest and lowered my mouth to hers. We kissed long and deep, but with tenderness that had been missing from our last kiss.

“Ummm,” Cris murmured.

I felt myself slipping from her and felt her tense as I did.

“That was nice,” she said into my mouth.

I pulled her face back, kissed each of her eyes, and the tip of her nose just as a drop of sweat dropped from it to my tongue. “You’re welcome.”

“You cad,” she said and tried to bite my lip, but I had a firm grip on her hair and held her back as I slid out from under her.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” she demanded playfully. I knew she was more curious than anything else.

“Don’t get your knickers in a bunch,” I said and dropped to my knees beside the bed.

She giggled. “I can’t very well get my knickers in a bunch if I’m not wearing them.”

I kissed her nape and then her spine between her shoulder blades. She made cooing noises and tried to reach for me, but I shifted my grip from her hair and held her hands at her sides.

“That’s not fair,” she protested.

I kissed her lower back on either side of her spine and then lowered my lips to her right buttock, where a slight red glow marked the spot I’d spanked. I kissed it tenderly. I moved to her other cheek and repeated my kiss.

“That feels nice.”

I kissed her cheek one more time and then stepped back. I rolled Cris onto her back and then off the bed, into my waiting arms. Her hands went around my head. Her fingers intertwined in my short hair and she pulled my lips down to hers. We kissed, softly, tenderly while I carried her into the master bath.

We broke the kiss and I smiled down at her wide brown eyes. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being in pain.”

She raised two fingers to my bloody lip. “I think this must hurt a lot more than my butt does. Besides, that sting reminded me of our pleasure.”

I reached for her, but she held me off and spoke a healing spell. Where she’d bitten my lip, my flesh warmed and in a couple of seconds, stopped aching.

“There, now we’re both healed.” She reached down and played with my penis. “I don’t guess this is ready to go again?”

I chuckled. “Not immediately. Give me a few minutes, I’m an old man.”

“Hell, your body can’t be twenty-five years in whatever years you call someone who ages as slow as you Wanderers do.”

“Maybe, but then you still have the body of a teenager. You’re expected to be able to go all night.”

“Ha. Well, if you can keep getting it up, then I’m willing to give it a shot.”

She left me and moved to the large shower that took up the back third of the impressive bath. There wasn’t a door, but instead the tile walls were deep enough and the floor sloped to keep all the spray inside the shower area. Two shower heads were mounted in opposite walls made of glass tile. Tess turned on both faucets and the water warmed immediately. Soon a thin cloud of steam filled the shower.

She moved under the left stream, even though the two streams of warm water met in the center. I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist, across her tight belly, and pulled her back into me. She spun around, slowly, rubbing all of her body against me as she did. We kissed briefly.

“Want to get a washcloth and do my back?” Cris asked.

“Only if I can do more than your back,” I said.

“Deal.”

I walked back out of the shower, leaving wet footprints on the tile, and immediately found a tall linen closet on the right wall. I picked out the top two cloths and towels and returned to where Cris was letting the water splash against her scalp and cascade down across her body. I smiled, watching twin waterfalls spill off her nipples.

I hung the towels on hooks placed just far enough back to keep them from getting wet. Stopping in front of Cris, her back was slightly arched, her eyes closed, and she appeared to be enjoying the heavy flow of the shower caressing her body, I lowered my lips to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She didn’t flinch, but her hands came to my head to hold me tightly against her breast.

My teeth nibbled lightly and she yanked my head back.

“Ow, still tender,” she admonished as she pulled my face up to hers. We kissed again.

When we separated, I handed her one of the washcloths and took a bottle of body wash from a recessed shelf beside the shower’s handle. We wet both cloths and then applied a good amount of product to each of them. While I did her back, she washed under her arms and down her front. She ran the cloth across her breasts and tightly