What words? I couldn’t say.
More. More. More.
The feelings intensified, and the hot water showering me glittered like diamonds.
More. More. More.
Never want it to end. Never… Never…
Until Reid moved away, and the feelings became less intense, less magnified…
And I floated back down to reality, landing as if a soft blanket had been laid out before me.
I felt satisfaction in the most beautiful way.
He’d done what I asked. He made me come.
And I knew my life would never be the same.
28
Reid
Her pussy tasted like her mouth, only more so. And all I’d done was lick her clit. I hadn’t dived between those long, lean legs and shoved my tongue into her wet heat. I’d wanted to, but I held myself in check.
She asked me to make her come, and clearly she’d been ready.
I was good, but yeah, this had been amazing.
My dick pulsed between my legs.
I remembered…
How I’d felt when she grabbed it, worked it…
How hard I’d gritted my teeth together to keep from exploding from her mere touch.
How was it possible that I wanted her so much? More than I’d ever wanted another woman?
Her new blond hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders and neck. Her nipples were still hard and taut. And her pussy… So pink and swollen… An invitation if I’d ever seen one…
But she was done. Complete.
And I’d been left unsatisfied.
Oddly, I was okay with that. Making her come had felt good. Damned good.
Sure, I loved giving women pleasure, but I’d always thought of it as a prelude to my own pleasure.
Here I was, balls as blue as ever, and I felt great.
Unsatisfied, but great.
So strange.
I stood and pulled Zee into my arms. She was still trembling, almost crying but not quite.
“You okay?” I whispered loud enough to be heard against the shower.
“Better than okay. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
She said nothing, just stayed plastered against me. The water rained upon us for a few more minutes.
Then she pulled back. “I don’t think I’m done.”
“What do you mean?”
“That was amazing. Better than anything. But I still feel…”
“What?”
“Empty. Yeah. Empty.”
No. Not that word. Empty. My cock could ease that emptiness. I knew it instinctively.
I also knew she wasn’t ready.
“You just need to relax. Settle down. Finish your shower, and you—”
She planted a kiss on my mouth and then met my gaze. “You know what I need.”
To the contrary, I had no idea what Zee needed. I did, however, know exactly what I needed, and it wasn’t a tender hand or a slow fuck.
It was a hard fuck. A fuck where I pounded her against the slick walls of my shower. An animal fuck.
“You’re not ready,” I said.
She took one of my hands and led it to her pussy. “I am.”
Fuck, she was slick as my herbal shampoo. And warm. Make that hot.
Without thinking, I slid a finger into her.
She moaned softly.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Better than good.”
I fingered her gently, finding her G-spot and giving it a good press.
“Oh!” She nearly lost her footing.
I steadied her with my free arm. Get hold of yourself, Reid. You aren’t going to fuck her.
But my dick had a mind of its own. I slid my finger out of her, hoisted her slick body into my arms, and set her down on my hard cock.
Fuck. There was no going back now.
She and I were fucking. In my shower. And my God, I felt like I’d come home.
So tight and ridged. So perfect around my hardness, as if she’d been created for me.
I stayed embedded inside her for a few precious seconds, trying to get her used to me, but then I could hold on no longer.
I moved her off of me and then plunged her back down again.
She screamed, but it was a good scream. Her eyes were closed and her breasts flushed from more than the water, which had become lukewarm.
“Yes, yes.” The words left her throat in a gasp.
Yes. That was all I needed.
I pushed her against the shower wall and thrust up into her. Again. Again. Again.
I clenched my teeth, grasping every last shred of control I had to make this last. To make it good for her.
But stick a fork in me. I was done.
I plunged into her as far as I could, my balls scrunched and aching for release.
And I gave in.
The orgasm ripped through me with explosive force, and for the first time, not just my cock was involved.
Every cell of my body seemed to hum with the climax.
I shuddered all over.
The release went on and on, and I stayed inside Zee, pinning her to the shower wall, complete in a way I’d never experienced before.
My cheek was flush against her neck and shoulder, and I made my legs go rigid so I wouldn’t collapse and bring us both to the hard shower floor.
We panted against each other, our bodies still fused.
After timeless moments, my dick slid out of her and I gently released her as her feet touched the floor.
I had to look at her. Tell her I hadn’t meant to go so far.
Apologize.
“Wow,” was all I said, though.
Seemed to sum it up pretty perfectly as far as I was concerned.
But more of my concern was for the woman who grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed some into her palm. She spread it on my hair, digging her fingertips into my scalp.
“Zee…”
“Shh,” she said. “Don’t say anything. I don’t want to think about any consequences right now. I just want to live in this moment. With you.”
Okay. I’d take it. At least until the water got so cold we had to turn it off. The steam was dissipating.
She massaged my scalp for a wonderful minute and then moved me toward one of the pulsating shower heads, where she helped me rinse it out. She shampooed her own hair then, and though I wanted more than anything to do it for her, all I could do was stare.
Stare at this beautiful woman who I’d just fucked hard against a
