She kissed me as she nudged me back towards the bathroom. We hadn’t even made it that far before our clothes had fallen in a heap to the floor, and there was a part of me that was still convinced, at least until the point that our feet hit the tile, that we weren’t going to make it to the shower and would instead end up a tangle of limbs on the floor.
But we made it beneath the spray, and I was glad for it, because the water dripping down her body made the whole thing even hotter than it already was.
For a moment, I simply stared at her, reaching out a finger to absently follow a droplet from her breast down to her flat stomach. She shivered in response, and I leaned in, gliding my tongue along her skin and following the same path.
She arched against me, fingers splaying across the tiles, her moans echoing loudly in the small shower. I didn’t give a damn who might overhear us this time.
I nipped and sucked at her tender flesh, enjoying the way that she shivered against me with pleasure. My hands slid down along her sides, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. I kissed her beneath the warm waterfall, our lips wet and needy against one another.
It wasn’t the only part of her that was wet, which I found as I dragged my hands lower and lower, reveling in the lack of friction that came with the lack of clothing in the way. I nudged her feet apart, playing my fingers across her velvety folds. She gasped and pressed down against my fingers, burying her face in my shoulder.
Her hands clutched at me, slipping along my cock and bringing me to full hardness. I was leaking precum, not that you could tell with the water pouring over our skin. Everything was slippery, wet, and felt amazing. I could never get enough of her.
I caught her by the hips and spun her around, sliding up behind her and nudging her legs wider apart to give me better access. I thrust into her, pressing her against the tile, feeling the coldness beneath my left hand even as my other hand rested hot against her hip to steady her.
I groaned and bit at her neck, feeling the way she convulsed against me. I moved my hand down from her hip to between her legs, still holding her body flush against mine, feeling every quiver as I touched her clit and sent bolts of pleasure spilling through her. Her fingers found my wrist, clinging to it as she urged me on desperately.
I thrust slowly into her, twisting my fingers into hers where they rested against the tile. I had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before. There was still so much to discover about one another, but I couldn’t wait to do it.
Lucy bent as much as she could in the shower stall, giving me deeper access, inviting me in, and I thrust into her harder and faster, knowing we were both close. I could feel her pussy walls tightening around me and could feel the heat pooling in my prick and in my balls. Everything drew up tight and I knew release was just around the corner, but also knew I had to get her there first.
I leaned forwards over her body, plastering my skin against hers, holding her tight, nipping at her shoulder, running my fingers down her side, feeling the way that she trembled against me. I hovered on the brink, letting the orgasm build underneath my skin.
When it slammed through me, I nearly collapsed on the slick tiles. But Lucy and I were still locking hands, holding us both together and in place as we rocketed and came down from our ecstasy.
I spurted for what felt like ages, while Lucy panted for air, her body milking mine for all it was worth. I felt utterly spent, the match and the furious orgasm having drawn on my last reserves. I wished we were in a bed, this time.
Lucy giggled as she turned to face me. “You look like you’re going to pass out,” she said, sounding incredibly smug. “Was it that good?”
I planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Do you even have to ask?” I said my voice hoarse as though I’d been the one crying out in pleasure. And maybe I had been; I couldn’t remember who had been doing what at this point. It was as though we had been so firmly joined together in our exploration of pleasure and mutual satisfaction that I didn’t remember where I ended and she began.
Lucy wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with my wet hair at the nape. “So, I was thinking…” she said.
I laughed. “I’m not sure this is the best time for a serious conversation,” I warned her. “I’m liable to agree with everything that you say.”
“Good,” Lucy said, her tone firm. “Then, consider it settled. Now that the tournament is over, you’ll move with me up to the lake house in Maine. You can see your cousins, and I can get to know you.”
I blinked at her, my mind whirling in shock. It was a huge step—somewhere in my brain, I knew that. But my brain was also happy short-circuiting at the moment.
I nuzzled her neck. “Like I said. I’m liable to agree with everything that you say.”
Lucy laughed at my words. “I feel like I should be using this to my advantage,” she said coyly. “Unfortunately, my brain also feels like mush.” She looked up at me shyly, water still clinging to her eyelashes. “You want to come back to my place?”
