by Kris Norris
A swirl of cold air drew him from his thoughts. He turned just as Fallon stepped into the shower, her hair flowing around her shoulders, as she moved in behind the spray and leaned against the far wall. A fine mist collected along her skin, making it bead beneath the small droplets. Her nipples tightened from the cold, turning a deep shade of purple near the base and then fading into a dark hued pink. His tongue swiped across his lips as he followed the movement of water down her body, covering first her stomach and then her thighs. Her sex glistened in the pale light, like a beacon calling him home. The lips seemed a cooler pink beneath the light wash of water, though he could tell instantly she was aroused. Even cold, her labia were engorged, giving her mound an almost pouting appearance. He smiled and looked back up at her.
“Good morning,” he rasped, taking a step towards her.
Fallon reached out and touched his chest, scraping her nails across his skin in small circles. The rumble that filled the small space brought a devious smile to her face. “Morning.” She nodded at the steady stream of water. “Still using the shower to talk to yourself, I see.”
Gil couldn’t help but smile. She knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. “Saves me from having to worry about people listening in.” He took another step forward, ducking his head beneath the spray. “But then you never were one for allowing others their personal space.”
Gil watched Fallon’s smile pull tight and turn down into a small pout. She obviously wasn’t in the mood for teasing, though the heat in her eyes told him she was definitely in the mood to play. She shifted and straightened her shoulders.
“If you’d rather be alone…”
Gil caught her arm as she tried to push past him and pressed her back against the tile. She gasped and arched her back, fighting his hold until he pinned her body to the wall, locking her hips in his. Heat punched through his stomach and into his groin, straining his erection into her belly. She stiffened for only a moment and then relaxed against his body, her hips grinding into his. He lowered his lips and blew a warm breath across the soft shell of her ear, stealing a heated moan from her chest. “I’d rather be inside you making you scream. Feeling your hot wet cunt clench around my cock as I fill you so much it feels as if I crawled inside you.” He punched his hips forward, sliding the crown through her slit. “I’d rather fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, but can’t stop screaming mine.”
Fallon didn’t give him a chance to pull back, locking her hands around his neck and lifting her legs until she’d straddled his hips and crossed her heels behind the small of his back. “Then love me,” she whispered.
Gil’s chest constricted around his next breath. Love her? Were his feelings that obvious, or was she just toying with him? He dismissed the thought as Fallon arched her hips forward, slipping the first inch of his shaft inside her. Heat fused through his body, raising the small hairs on his neck as a fiery tingle raced down his spine. Hell, just one small taste of her tight sheath and he was already dying to pump his cum inside her. But she needed more, especially if he was going to sate her enough she wouldn’t argue with him later when he questioned her about her visions.
He eased forward, inching inside her, taking her slowly in the hopes of binding her to him. He could feel her body stretching. Curving around his shaft as it parted her tender tissues, forcing them to accommodate his width. She was even tighter this way, and it took all his strength to push his way inside, finally locking his sac against her soft skin. He forced in a deep breath, his hands cradling her buttocks, his weight holding her against the tiled wall.
“Better?” he asked, licking the small droplets of water off her neck.
Fallon purred in his ear, tightening her sheath around him. “Much,” she moaned back, clenching around him again.
He fought back a moan, biting at the cords of her neck.
“But I need more.”
Gil nodded, feeling her body tremble in his arms. He wanted to go slowly. Make every moment last a lifetime, but he could tell by the desperate quality in her voice, she was past the point of gentle lovemaking. She needed something wilder. Something hard and possessive. And he didn’t have the strength to deny her.
“Hold on tight, darling.”
Her arms tensed as she pulled herself harder against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He waited to see if she’d squeeze her legs tighter, but she kept them steady, leaving him enough room to move freely. She moaned as he pulled his cock back, raking her channel, sending small pulses through her pussy and into his shaft. Male pride clouded his thoughts. He’d only just started and already she was on the verge of climaxing. He smiled at the thought, lifting her butt higher, spreading her legs just a bit wider.
“Ready.”
It hadn’t been a question, and when her reply was little more than a hushed whimper, he didn’t waste time worrying. In one, hard, quick thrust he was buried again inside her, his crown flaring across her womb. She trembled and cried out, but he was too lost in the tight hot feel of her to hear. Her channel clenched around him, holding and massaging his cock as if it were some great treasure. He could feel the tissues warming him, welcoming him, and he only paused a moment before drawing back and thrusting again.
“Oh, God. Gil!”
Her voice echoed in his head, the sensual sound a caress to his soul. He moved faster, wanting to bring her more pleasure. Feel her body shatter around him. Watch her skin flush a deep pink as her body surged into orgasm. It was as if his pleasure relied on hers. It wasn’t enough to simply fuck her. He needed to please her. To know the smile on her lush lips and the swagger in her step was because of him. That, even if just for a moment, he’d battled her demons and banished them, giving her a peace he suspected she hadn’t felt in months.
“Please. Now. I need you now.”
“Just enjoy it, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
And he would. If it took all day, he’d hold off until she’d come.
“Yes!”
Her voice echoed off the walls and he felt the tight pull of her pussy along his shaft as her body exploded around him. Her nails bit into his skin, her legs clamped around his hips, locking him deep inside. Her teeth bit into the taut muscle of his shoulder as her body convulsed in his arms. He moaned at the steady contractions down his cock and pumped into her one more time before releasing his hold, and filling her with his seed. She whimpered with each ejaculation, pulling herself closer until not an inch of skin was left untouched. Gil bowed his head against her neck and pressed into her, using his weight to keep her suspended. The tension eased from their bodies, replaced by a warm, contentment that made his eyes lull shut and his heart swell.
Fallon sighed, her head notched in his shoulder, her arms bound to his neck. He peppered her with soft kisses, needing her to share the immensity of the emotions swirling inside him. He longed to tell her he loved her. How his world was incomplete without her, but just stealing a breath seemed to take all his strength. Somehow she’d broken down his defences, and now all he could do was hold on and pray for a gentle ride.
“Well, you little vixen,” he teased, patting her ass as he drew back and smiled at her. “It’s a good thing we’re still in the shower as it seems I’m in need of another one.”
Fallon smiled at him, clenching his softening cock one last time before releasing her legs and swinging them to the floor. A small frown momentarily creased her face as his shaft slid free of her pussy, and he took a step back. “A small price to pay,” she said, sweeping her gaze down his body until she was staring at his cock. “Here. Let me help you with that task.”
Gil chewed at his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut as she reached out and gently cupped his shaft, running her fingers slowly up the underside and back again. Already more blood was surging through his groin, threatening to make him hard again. He moved his hands to her shoulders, determined to pull her close, to stop her from acting on the gleam in her eyes. But as his fingers brushed against he
r smooth skin, all thoughts of stopping her vanished, replaced by more erotic images. What was it about her that made common sense a passing thought? Made him forget duty and responsibilities?
Fallon smiled at him, her hand still caressing his shaft. She seemed to sense his indecision, and squeezed down the length as if to hedge his decision. He grunted and tightened his grip on her shoulders only to watch her kneel down, her head even with his groin.
“Fallon…”
His voice trembled into a growl as she placed a delicate kiss on the tip of his cock, humming her appreciation. Damn, she was so sexy he couldn’t halt his need to see her pleasure him. The way her lips stretched over his shaft, straining to take it deep. Or how she moaned around his erection, feasting on it as if it were the greatest delicacy she’d ever known. He stared down at her, brushing the hair back from her eyes.
“Darling. I’m not sure I can come again. Even if I can, it may take a while.”
Fallon merely laughed, licking at the drops of water covering his cock. “Then I’ll just play for fun,” she said, sucking at the tip. “Besides, I don’t have too much on my agenda today. So just relax and let me taste you.”
Gil clenched his teeth, trying to fight the rising need. He had obligations. Aspects of the case hovered at his consciousness, demanding his attention. But as Fallon looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, her body glistening beneath the spray of water, he knew he was lost. He closed his eyes and gave her control.
Gil’s head lolled back against the tile and she knew she had him. A surge of feminine power coursed through her veins, making her feel sexy and alive. She knew Gil needed to get back to work, but the fact he’d been unable to fight his own desires made her purr with pleasure. She looked at his cock. It wasn’t rock hard, but already it’d grown in width, filling more of her hand as she teased the sensitive flesh beneath the hood. Gil groaned above her, his body tensing.
“Do you know how much I love touching you like this?” she asked, squeezing his flesh as she made another pass up and down his length. “Your skin is so soft and warm here.” She bent down and lapped at the tip. “And you taste so good.” She looked up at his face, loving how his gaze was locked on hers. “I could spend hours touching you this way.”
Gil’s mouth kicked up into a sexy half smile as his fingers slipped into her hair. “Be careful, darling, or you might spend the entire day on your knees before me.”
Fallon merely shrugged. “Sounds like a perfect Sunday to me,” she said, bending forward to ease his cock inside her mouth. She hummed at the mixture of flavours. His salty musk with a hint of her sweet juice all tempered by the swirl of water was enough to gush more cream from her pussy. She clenched her knees together. Her release would have to wait. She hadn’t expected Gil to acquiesce to her wishes, and she wasn’t going to waste the chance she’d been given.
Gil shifted, using the wall to support more of his weight. His cock was harder and thicker, and she loved to feel it come to life in her mouth. She knew from experience he’d be fully erect within minutes of her oral stimulation, and she couldn’t help but moan at the first taste of pre-cum that slipped from the tip and coated her tongue.
She pulled back, ignoring how the water beat across her back, spraying small droplets into her eyes. She needed to see him. Drink in every detail of his body as the pleasure inside him grew. The way his sac contracted tight against his groin, or how his stomach rippled and flexed as he fought each new sensation. She could see the bands of muscle straining along his shoulders, pulling at the tendons in his neck, making the muscles of his jaw twitch. Every inch of him responded to her touch, and she knew, when he came, his entire body would convulse with the effort to purge every drop of seed from his body.
Fallon leant forward, teasing his crown with just a touch of her tongue. Gil moaned and she couldn’t help but smile as his cock bobbed up and his hips punched forward. He was on the verge of losing control.
“Fallon, darling.”
His voice was soft, but she heard the underlying warning. Either she gave him what he needed, or she’d find herself pinned to the wall again with his shaft buried to the hilt. She looked up and met his heated gaze. His eyes were dark and stormy, like a predator watching a fallen prey. She lowered her lids, hiding her satisfied smile as she leant forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking it deep to the back of her throat.
“Good, God, baby.”
Gil moaned above her, stroking her hair, keeping the spray of water off her face. She paused for a moment, his cock lodged in her throat, then slowly withdrew, mindful to keep her tongue pressed against his ridge so she could tease the sensitive flesh around his hood. Gil moaned louder, his body twitching as she pulled back leaving just the tip encased by her lips.
“No more teasing, darling. Please.”
His words tugged at her consciousness, but they seemed to come from far away. She was too immersed in her delicious task to pay attention to them. It seemed as if her entire world had narrowed into Gil’s body, and how she could bring him the most pleasure.
Fallon bobbed down again, feeling his fingers press against her scalp and his thighs tense beneath her hands. She didn’t stop this time, but continued to move up and down his length, swirling her tongue and lapping at the drops of fluid that eased from the tip. All sense of time faded. She knew only her need to taste Gil’s climax on her tongue as he echoed her name off the walls. Somewhere in the haze she realised the water was cooling off, her skin beading beneath the cold spray. But it didn’t matter. Gil was moving with her now, rocking his hips, plunging his shaft deep then retreating. She held on to his thighs, anchoring herself as he fucked her mouth harder. She let him set the pace, knowing it would take time for his body to reach the edge, but wanting to give him the freedom he needed. He’d already pumped a week’s worth of sperm inside her, and was amazed he still had enough strength to attempt another orgasm.
“Now, Fallon. Suck harder, darling. I’m going to…Oh God…”
His words were disjointed, his voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. His body was strung tight, every muscle clenched beneath her touch. Fallon glanced up as she increased the pressure of her mouth, loving the way he threw his head back and moaned her name. His fingers clamped around her head, the tips trembling as if he were unsure whether to pull her closer or push her away. She closed her eyes and slowly drew his cock to the back of her throat, keeping her lips sealed tight around his skin. Gil’s thighs buckled slightly and his grip tightened a moment before he shouted her name and she felt the first spurt of cum purge from the tip and ease down her throat.
“Lord have mercy.”
Gil’s words were hushed against the steady beat of water as Fallon felt another stream of fluid flow into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, tugging at his shaft in hopes of getting one more taste. Gil groaned and slid a few inches down the wall.
“Sorry, darling. But I’ve given you all I can.”
A small pang of disappointment fluttered through her chest. It wasn’t until now she realised she’d been hopeful he might be able to take her against the wall again, and the unfortunate reality that the loving she’d been looking forward to wasn’t coming, left a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not that she should complain. Gil had brought her more pleasure in the past twenty-four hours then she’d had in six months. Still, she couldn’t help but wish for more. She wanted to make the most of their time together, before Gil shut her out again.
Fallon sighed and slowly pulled back, careful to keep Gil’s cock in her mouth as long as possible. Gil’s body shuddered when she finally allowed his shaft to pop free of her lips and ease down between his thighs. She placed one last gentle kiss on the base before he lifted her up and pulled her tight against his chest. His breath raked through his chest, the harsh pants cooling the water already beading on her shoulder. A small shiver shook through her body and she instinctively curled closer into his heat.
Gil sighed and turned off the water. “You
’re shivering, baby. Let’s get you out of here and warmed up.”
Fallon wanted to protest, but the chattering of her teeth blocked any attempts at speaking. She followed him out, wrapping the towel he handed her tightly around her shoulders. Gil didn’t seem to notice the cold and barely flicked the water off his skin before tying the towel around his waist. She smiled at the sexy image he made. His hair tousled, his broad shoulders still covered in a dusting of water, making the light in the room gleam off his skin. She loved how lean his hips were, the pale colour of the towel accentuating the slight bronze tone of his skin. She licked her lips, wondering if she’d get another chance to taste him.
“You know, darling. If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never leave the damn washroom.” He stalked towards her, brushing his fingers along the bottom edge of her towel, making her skin tingle and bead. “Besides, I believe it’s my turn to eat.”
Fallon gasped as Gil picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom, planting her ass on the edge of the bed. Then he was kneeling between her legs, pushing the edges of the towel apart until her plump inner lips glowed in the pale light.
Gil inhaled, a look of pure male heat fussed in his eyes. “Mmm, you smell delicious. Just what I fancied.”
“Gil…” Her words broke off into a hiss of air as he lowered his lips to her mound and swept his tongue through her narrow slit. Bolts of pleasure tore through her body. She hadn’t realised how aroused she was until the tip of his tongue circled her clit and she had to fight back the orgasm.
Gil hummed against her skin, adding another level of sensation. “You can fight it all you want, baby. But I’ll taste your release before we’re done.”
