by Alexis Angel
I can come inside her, or all over her, right now, and it would easily be the most satisfying thing.
Skylar has other ideas. She lifts one leg and throws it over mine so that her legs are open. The change makes it feel different with me inside of her, and I let go of her breast, wrap my arm around her, and pull her against me. I fuck her hard, her skin hot against my chest.
I slide my hand downward between her legs, until my fingers find her clit, and I rub it in circles. Her moans pick up, and she moves her body in time with mine, bucking her hips in the same rhythm as I am, sharing the work that I’m doing.
Her walls clench, and she becomes tighter. I know that she’s on the verge of an orgasm. I consider denying her again. Her frustration when she can’t come is adorable. But there’s no reason why she can’t have multiple orgasms. It’s not over for her once she comes, the way it is for me. I keep at it, rubbing her clit furiously, pumping into her, making her body mine.
It doesn’t take very long before she falls apart in my arms. Her walls clamp down around my cock, and her muscles spasm and jerk. She stiffens against my back, her gasps ragged. A moment later, it’s over and she breathes hard and fast. I slow down and let her catch her breath. Lying still, with my cock still inside her, I run my fingertips along her side. She sighs, and I know the orgasm is fully over.
I caress her for a moment longer, kissing her back and neck. She turns her head to me, and her lips are curled into a lazy smile.
I want more, though. A lot more. I lean my body against hers, pushing her forward with my chest and my hips until she gives under my weight and she’s lying on her stomach. With the turn, I slipped out, and I crawl on top of her. I pin her legs together with my own and push my cock between her legs. She lifts her ass a little to help me find her entrance, and then I slide into her again.
With her legs together like this and with the orgasm still lingering, she’s tight when I push into her. She moans, and I must concentrate to keep it together once I’m inside of her. She’s so tight, and doing her from this angle is new and so fucking hot.
I start moving my hips, pushing into her and sliding out. Her cries are muffled with her face pressed half into the pillow. I rock against her, harder and harder, and she moans, her body slowly accepting me again.
For a while, I fuck her like this, my body at an angle against hers, my cock driving deep into her, and she cries out with every thrust. I lower my chest onto her back, covering her body with mine and holding my weight off her with my arms just enough not to crush her. The contact, skin on skin, is delicious. Our skins are slick with sweat wherever we touch.
After a while, I lift myself up, and with my legs, I push hers apart so that they’re wide and I’m in between them. Whenever she changes position, even just a little, it feels different. I am hammering into her, my hips pushing up against her ass.
With my one hand on her hip and the other on her side, I start lifting her, pulling her hips up as I pull back with my own. She catches on and braces her upper body with her arms, following me. I pull her up slowly so that she’s on all fours, and I’m standing on my knees behind her, my one arm still on the bed. She’s in doggy style now, and I’m bent over her, my body still against hers. I fuck her slowly, and she moans. I draw it out, the strokes long and intense.
When I straighten myself out and put both hands on her hips, she stiffens, bracing herself on the bed. She knows what’s coming. I pick up my pace, banging into her, fucking her harder and faster. She cries out, her screams filling the room with the same speed that I’m fucking her. My balls slap against her clit as I slam into her, again and again. Her head is tipped back, and I reach for it, pushing my hands into her hair. I make sure to close my fist around enough hair that it won’t hurt when I pull back. Her back arches when I do, her head back as far as she can go.
I lean back a little to balance myself without falling over, and lean forward, reaching around her for her breast. She’s balancing, held between my hand in her hair and my hand on her breast, and I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can. She gasps and moans, and I know she likes it. When I do it a little rough, I get more of a response out of it, and it’s beautiful, erotic, and sexy. I want to keep going, but I’m running out of breath. I need a breather. I don’t want to stop, though. I want to keep her on the verge of an orgasm for as long as I can.
I ride her a little bit longer. My mind’s already running through the room, the bathroom, and the rest of the house, searching for something I can use on her to draw this experience out even more. I finally have an idea, and I slow down. I don’t stop. Not yet. I slowly pump in and out of her, and the rhythm becomes sensual, slow, and caressing. Her breathing slows down, her moans dull to a soft whimper, and I let go of her hair and her breast. She drops her head and breathes hard, trying to catch her breath just like I am.
Skylar
I don’t know how he knows when I’m close to an orgasm. Maybe it’s just a lucky guess that he slows down just before I release every time, upping the torture. I have the feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing, and that keeping me on a line, drawing it out this long, is exactly what he has in mind.
It’s torture. I want to come, and every time I’m close, he changes something or stops abruptly. When he was fucking me hard from behind, my body threatened to rip into a shattering orgasm. Then he slowed down, and it subsided a little. Now that he’s moving slowly, sliding in and out of me, stroking my G-spot at leisure, the orgasm is coming back with a different force.
I focus on my body, paying attention to the release, willing it into being. But Parker has other ideas. Just as I’m getting lost in sexual bliss again, ready for the orgasm, he pulls out of me entirely.
God, it’s so frustrating! But it’s hot at the same time. I like that he takes control, not just of the sex and the positions, getting rough sometimes and trying new things, but of my orgasms as well. I look over my shoulder at him. I’m still breathing hard, despite him giving us a breather.
“What are you doing?” I ask. My hair has fallen over my face, and I peek at him through a curtain of hair.
“Come with me,” he says. He gets off the bed and holds his hand out to me. I take his hand. I trust him fully, and if he asks me to follow him without telling me where we’re going, I’ll go. I think I’m lost in the sex we’re having, but right now, that’s all I can think about.
Parker leads me to the en suite bathroom. It’s large, with a huge shower along one wall with a glass partition separating it from the rest of the bathroom, and a bath taking up the entire opposite corner. Two basins with a wide mirror finish it off, and everything is decorated with beige marble tiles and matching faucets.
Parker walks to the shower and turns on the water. Steam billows against the glass partition as the water rains down like a waterfall from two overhead sprays. Parker beckons me closer and puts his arm around me when I walk to him. He pulls me under the spray with him. The water is hot, just this side of scalding, and I feel it run through my hair and over my body.
Parker adjusts the taps so the water is just right. He reaches for a detachable showerhead, and I realize he can adjust the spray with a setting on the side. He sets the water to a pulsating spray and holds it against my skin, only an inch away so I feel the water against my skin like a massage. He kisses me and moves the shower head over my body. He starts on my breasts, and the pulsing against my nipples is a turn on. Slowly, he moves down my body, and I know where he’s headed.
I’ve always wanted to try this, but I’ve never had the opportunity. Now, Parker is about to make one of my fantasies come true.
I widen my stance to open my legs a little, and he moves the spray over my skin until it beats against my clit. It’s warm and relaxing, and hard and pulsing, all at the same time. The rhythm makes my core tighten, and I gasp involuntarily, feeling the hot water rain against my pussy. When I look up at Parker, his eyes are glued on my face. He’s watching my expressions, and his face is hungry. The wa
ter falls like rain around us, streaming over our bodies. I glance down and see his cock, straining, erect as ever.
Parker pulls my body against his so my side is pressed along the length of him. He doesn’t let up with the pulsing water, and I close my eyes, leaning my head against his chest. He moves against me, rubbing his cock against my hip. For a while, he uses me, rubbing himself all over me, spraying me with water, and all I can think about is how it feels. The combination of the hot water pouring all over me, the sensation on my clit, and his body sliding against me make me hungry for more. I still haven’t been allowed the orgasm he was building earlier, and the water, nice as it is, keeps me just on the edge and nothing more. It’s not enough to push me over.
“Please, Parker,” I whisper. I press my face into his neck and take the skin into my mouth, sucking on it, nibbling. His hand is on my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks. The sensory stimulation is almost too much to bear.
Parker removes the shower head from between my legs and puts it back on its hook. He pulls me against him and kisses me. The water flows over our bodies and into our open mouths as our tongues explore each other and we’re submerged. His hands roam my body, sliding over my breasts, my hips, and my ass. His cock presses hard and hungry against my lower stomach, but we’re lost in the feel of each other and the sensation of the water cascading over our bodies.
Parker backs me up so that my back is against the wall. The tiles aren’t cold. He pins me against the wall, one hand holding a wrist to the wall at my side. With his other hand, he reaches between my legs and fingers me. He pushes his fingers into me, and I gasp against his lips. He groans, and it’s a primal sound.
Then, he breaks the kiss and looks at me with dark eyes. He spins me around and presses me against the wall so that my breasts mash against the tiles. He pins me with his body again, his cock between my ass cheeks, and he bucks his hips.
I don’t have time to think before he pulls my hips away from the wall, leaning forward so he’s still pinning my upper body. He pushes into me with ease, and he slips right in because I’m so wet. Once he’s inside me, he starts fucking me. He presses me against the wall, and he fucks me from behind. His chest is against my back, his breath hot in my ear, and my cries are only partly muffled by the falling water. They still echo around the bathroom.
His cock gets bigger and harder inside me. I can feel how close he’s getting. His cock slams into me even faster and harder, and I cry out. Instinct takes over, and I brace myself, my body taking the onslaught of his sex. He grunts and moans. It’s hot, animalistic, and nasty. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
The orgasm builds inside me, fast, my body going numb. It’s only because he’s pinning me against the wall with his body that I don’t sag to the ground because I have very little strength left in my legs.
His strokes shorten, and he picks up speed yet again. I didn’t even know he could. His breath is ragged by my ear, and my body crashes into the tiles, again and again, but I don’t care. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy and nailing my clit, and the combination of his hard fucking, his balls on my clit, and the primal sounds in my ear as he ravages me push me over the edge.
I’m first to tumble into the orgasm, and it shatters through me. I cry out, squeeze my eyes shut and my whole body tightens. I cry out again and again, the orgasm rocking my body just as hard as Parker is.
I can feel when he releases. He explodes inside me, pushing his hips against me, burying himself as deep as he can, and I can feel him pumping. He empties himself out inside of me. He gasps in my ear, and his body is stiff against mine. He jerks and spasms, and it feels like the orgasms last forever.
Finally, slowly, we come down from the rush. I’m breathing hard, trying not to choke on the water running into my mouth. My body is drained. Parker pulls out of me, and I’m gaping and raw. I turn around and lean my body against him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, and the water runs over our bodies together.
My heart hammers against his chest, and standing like this, melded together under the hot water, I can’t tell where my body ends and his begins.
Slowly, my breathing goes back to normal, and somehow, I can stand again. I lean away from him a little and smile. He smiles back, his eyes gentle and filled with an emotion I can’t place. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me all over, planting kisses on my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and finally my mouth.
“Have I told you how fantastic you are?” he asks. He doesn’t let me answer. Instead, he kisses me again.
When he finally lets me go, he reaches for the soap and works it up into a lather. He reaches for me and runs his hands over my body. He washes my body, running his hands over my skin. He pays attention to my breasts. His hands are large and able, and he rubs the muscle beneath the skin, giving me an erotic massage, but I don’t think about sex now. He’s pampering me, taking care of me.
When his hands slip between my legs, his fingers slide over my clit again and I shudder. I’m so sensitive.
I reach for the soap and do the same thing he did, working up a lather. I run my hands over his body. His muscles are hard and large beneath my palms. We explore each other’s bodies as if we haven’t spent hours getting to know each other intimately. I run my hand over his cock. He’s soft now, but with a bit of attention, my hands sliding over his balls and his shaft, he starts to get hard again. I know he doesn’t want sex, though. Neither of us do. We’re together in the shower, worshipping each other’s bodies, saying things with our hands that we can’t put into words. It’s a mix of eroticism and sensual affection, all at once.
Parker takes the portable shower head off the hook and adjusts the setting so the spray is soft and wide. He rinses me off, bit by bit, and I watch the soapy water swirl around our feet into the drain. I do the same for him until we’re both completely clean.
We’re in the shower together until the water starts running cold before Parker turns it off. He reaches for a large towel and wraps it around me before grabbing one for himself. He ties it around his hips and pulls me against him again, kissing me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and right now, I feel beautiful. I feel loved. I feel everything I should have been feeling as a married woman.
I don’t want to think about my situation, and I push it all away, not willing to let it ruin this bliss that I’m feeling. I can think about the other things later. Right now, I’m happy. Really happy.
I can’t remember when last I’d been this happy. I look at Parker, his dark hair wet around his face, his eyes a cerulean blue. I know that this happiness is directly tied to him. And right now, in the after-sex glow, being with him is all I want.
Parker
We’re out on the town. Far Bar is busy, and I like the crowd. The more people there are, the more intimate it feels, because everyone is so distracted by everyone else. Skylar and I sit down at the bar, and I order drinks for us. A strawberry daquiri for her and a whiskey for me.
She looks fantastic. A black top accentuates her curves and brings out her dark blue eyes. She wears dark blue jeans to go with it. Black heels finish the outfit with gold jewelry that shimmers through her loose hair when she turns her head.
I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s the kind of woman that turns all the heads in the bar, but I know she’s mine tonight. She only has eyes for me and it makes me feel like a hell of a man. I still don’t know what our future holds or where we stand, but I know that tonight it’s just us, and for now, that’s all I need.
I look around the bar. It’s filled up quite a lot, and the crowd is alive. Music plays in the background, and the atmosphere is charged the way it gets when too many bodies are crammed into a small space.
Someone catches my eyes, and I do a double take, searching for the familiar face. It takes me only a few seconds to realize it’s Paul I’m seeing.
My first reaction is to turn away, to hide, and to leave so that he won’t see us here. He migh
t have kicked Skylar out, but he doesn’t know she’s staying with me, and it’s this thing between us, whatever it is, that caused the problem in the first place.
I don’t pay for the drinks and leave, though. My eyes are glued to Paul because he’s not alone. He’s with another guy, and he’s leaning in and talking to him, laughing every now and then. And it doesn’t look platonic.
I frown.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” I say to Skylar. “But that looks a lot like Paul. With another man.”
Skylar pales, and she turns, craning her neck to see.
“Oh, God,” she says after a moment. “You’re right.”
I can’t take my eyes off them. I’m trying to make sense of what I’m seeing, but my brain just won’t add it up. Paul’s body language is comfortable, and his smile is easy in a way I’ve never seen it before. It looks like he’s flirting with another man.
I shake my head. This isn’t right. Paul isn’t gay, is he? I feel like I can’t breathe. There must be some explanation for this. He was so upset that I slept with Skylar and that she cheated on him. He called her a whore, for God’s sake. This doesn’t make sense.
