This post was originally published on my previous blog.
There are few men who “get to me.”
Sure, I lust. I even love. But only the rare beast captivates me, making me daydream even when he’s not there.
And I couldn’t stop daydreaming about D.
You need to cool off, I told myself, rising from the couch and slipping off my sweatpants. You need a shower.
The thing about showering is that you can’t let it get steamy. When you’re trying to remove wild thoughts of fucking from your mind, the shower has to be a cool one. Even a cold one. You simply can’t have steam.
My computer yelled at me, and it was a message…from him.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to get a shower,” I typed in reply. A cold one.
“Care for some company?”
“Haha, I will leave the door open for you.” I know you’re away on business. God, don’t tease me.
“You do that, little girl.”
I shut the laptop lid and slinked into the bathroom. It was either take the damn shower or masturbate to thoughts of fucking him, again. One way or another, it was time to get wet.
Shower won. The cool water nearly sizzled against my skin, as I let it flow over my head and down my body. I could breathe again…I could stop thinking about hi-
…I froze to the sound of my front door opening. I heard someone walk down the hall and quietly slip into the bathroom, all the while the cool water flowing on my back.
“I came home early,” he said quietly, his voice thick with the steam I felt in my veins. “I texted you from the driveway.”
I didn’t say anything. I breathed in, water filling my eyes, my ears, my mouth.
“God, Rori, this water is freezing.” He reached around me and turned it to hot, and then kept his arms around me as he pulled me in close for a long kiss, and I gently bit his lower lip. He tasted soooo good. The water began to get warm against my back.
“I missed you, beautiful.”
The bathroom began to fill with steam, fogging the mirrors, the windows, my head. He intoxicated me like a glass of wine, loopy and free and fun. I kissed him again, wet and sloppily.
“Say something, Rors. I missed you…”
I bent over in front of him, hot water rolling down my back, my ass.
“Fuck me. Now. Please. I need you.”
Steam filled the bathroom and he stepped closer to me and grabbed my ass, enjoying the feel of my smooth skin. He spanked me and I yelped, the water intensifying the slap. “Bend over more,” he growled. “Grab your ankles.”
I was happy to oblige, the water running down my neck as the blood rushed to my head. I felt him close behind me, lovingly caressing my ass and sliding his fingers occasionally into my exposed pussy. The shower was filled with steam, making it hard to see and breathe.
He played with my pussy with the tip of his cock and my knees went weak. He was in one of those moods…a mood for all-out love-making, not just a quick fuck in the shower. He was in the mood to enjoy every inch of my tight body, to explore every part of me.
And I was right. He slid his cock into me slowly, deeply, without hurry, and waited there, feeling me quiver around him. He filled me to the brim, his balls pressed against skin and he took in the feeling of being in me.
“Fuck, Rori. You feel so good. I could stay like this all my life, living in your pussy.”
“I would let you…” I lifted my head from the floor and saw stars as the blood began flowing again. He grabbed my hair, twisting his hands around the wet tendrils, and slowly, carefully, with every intent to feel every movement, began to fuck me. The water flower down my back and ass, tickling us both as he slid in and out slowly. I felt an orgasm begin to build and grow as he yanked my head back, thrusting into me faster and faster, his balls bouncing against my clit.
Suddenly he stopped, pulled me upright, and pinned me against the shower wall, facing him. He got down on his knees, not spending long teasing my lips with his tongue and nibbling my milky-white thighs before beginning to lick my pussy. I gasped as he found my clit with his tongue and moaned as he sucked it before going back to licking up my juices.
“God, you taste like heaven.”
One hand on my stomach to pin me to the wall, he began to finger me with the other hand, slowly, as the water kept us warm. I moaned some more, gasping each time his fingers pumped into me, hitting my G-spot. He watched me, a smile on his face, enjoying my pleasure.
“I want to make you cum tonight, Rors,” he said, “at least three times.”
He turned off the shower, and pulled back the curtain, steam lingering in the air. I reached for a towel, but he pushed me against the bathroom wall and began kissing me again.
“I’m dripping all over the floor,” I pouted.
“Really?” he whispered on my lips. “I didn’t know I made you that wet…let me feel.” His tongue found that spot on my neck and I giggled as he slid his fingers once again into my slit. Water pooled at my feet, dripping from my hair and rolling down my back. I moaned as he slowly rubbed and pinched at my clit, and my legs began to shake a little.
“Fuck meeee…” I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. “God that feels good.”
“Not yet.” He held me against the wall like he did in the shower and slowly slid his middle finger deep into me. My hair was plastered against my forehead and my breath was ragged.
He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall over my head, continuing to finger fuck me slowly, gently. Every time he ran his wet fingers over my clit, I shuddered a bit. Before I could build up an orgasm, though, he was moving again – inside me, then stroking my asshole, then running fingers down my thighs.
“You still want me to fuck you?” He asked after about 15 minutes, watching my face writhe with pleasure and longing. He rested a finger on my clit and began to tap it, which made me arch my back and cry out.
“Rori…” he said, pushing against me so I felt his rock-hard cock on my leg as he continued tapping my clit, “…do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yeehssss,” I panted, wanting to feel him deep in me. “Fuuuuuck meeee…”
He kissed down my collar bone, between my tits, down my stomach, as he knelt down, always keeping one finger on my swollen clit.
“Too bad…I don’t want to fuck you yet. I want you to cum all over my face.” And with that, he buried himself in my pussy, making me cry out again as his tongue slurped at my juices. “Cum for me, pretty lady.”
I began to grind against his face, feeling like I’d fall over if he would not have been pressing me firmly against the wall with one hand as he used the other to finger me deeply. I screamed out, trying to hold back a bit longer against the intensity of his lapping tongue and pulsing fingers. He suddenly pulled his slick fingers out of my pussy and instead slipped them slowly, intensely, into my tight asshole. The sensation drove me over the edge and I lost control.
“Cum for me, Rori,” he growled, and I did, my orgasm dripping down his chin when I finally opened my eyes.
“Your fingers are still up my ass,” I said with a smirk, albeit weakly and still panting a bit.
“I know,” he replied, a devilish twinkle in his eye, “You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you? That was only number one.”
My pussy was still throbbing, and his fingers in my ass felt tight and intense. He wiped my juices from his chin and kissed slowly up my tanned stomach, standing to nibble at my nipples before hugging my weak, wet body close to him. He slowly slipped his fingers out and cupped my ass. I could feel his cock, hard and waiting, against me.
I kissed at his lips, hungrily, and felt him give into his lust, grinding his hips against mine. I wanted him more because he wanted me. My moans set him over the edge. He growled and pushed me to my stomach to the wet floor, my face pressed against that cool tile, and spread my ass open for his waiting cock.
I gasped as he pushed himself into me and moaned as he began thrusting. I lifted myself onto my forearms, and he grabbed my dripping head of hair, yanking as he pumped. I arced my back as he groaned and slapped my ass.
Harder. My ass stung as he slapped it over and over, harder and harder, and I begged for more.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass. Spank me. Oh, Goooood. God. Oh FUCK. Don’t stop; fuck me harder and don’t stop.”
He grunted with each thrust, continuing to pull my hair with one hand. He reached around and began to rub my clit. Until that point, I was enjoying it….but that took me to the edge. He rubbed me faster and faster, continuing to pound my ass, and biting his lip to hold back.
“Cum for me, Rori. Orgasm for me again, baby.”
I screamed as he flicked my clit, and I felt him release into my ass, the cum shooting deep inside me. His groans as he came carried me to orgasm. I sank to lay on the floor as my juices ran down my thighs and his cum ran out of my ass. We were both panting, our eyes closed, but he flipped me on my back.
“We’re not done yet.”
We sank to the bathroom floor, curled up together.
“I want more,” I whispered greedily into his ear.
“I need more,” he whispered back.
My cum and his mingled with the water on the floor with water from the shower, creating a hot, sloshing mess that I wanted to swim in forever.
His fingers played with my clit, flicking, circling, tapping, lightly spanking.
“Rub me,” I whined into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.
“Suck me,” he whispered back.
I pulled myself from the delicious floor, smelling the sex in the air. He was still hard, waiting for me. I was drunk with sex as I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, flicking the head before deep throating the entire cock slowly. He groaned, still rubbing my clit slowly, gently, as he pulled me to straddle his face.
“Come here baby,” he said, pulling my ass down as I tickled the head of his cock with the back of my throat.
We moaned together in pleasure as his tongue licked my pussy softly. I bobbed my head, but not fast – just enough to make him want more.
I wanted more too.
“Fuck me, Rori. Fuck me now. Fuck me and beg me to cum. Don’t cum until I say you can. I want to hear you beg,” I pulled my cunt off of his face and teased my clit with his cock before impaling myself on his shaft.
“God…” I breathed. I leaned back, exposing my clit, and he rubbed it as I began to bounce on his cock.
Before long, I was on the edge once again. He was too, by the look in his eye and the urgency in his groping.
“Please, sir…pleassssssssse now,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Oh fuck. You are so hot, Rori. Beg me. More. I want to hear you beg me to cum.”
I felt a sense of urgency. I was so close, and yet, had promised to wait for his permission. His hands were on my hips, pulling me down faster and faster.
“Please, sir. Please can I cum? Oh fuck, Oh god, that feels so good. Please sir, I can’t hold out much long….”
“Cum for me,” he demanded, and I did, feeling him shoot into me again as well. We were both sweaty and tired, as he pulled my close to him, our legs still intertwined.
“Rori, I want you to be mine.”
I froze. “I am yours…”
“That’s not what I mean. I don’t want to be your fuck buddy. I don’t even want to be your boyfriend.”
“Please, Rori. Let me just be your dom. Not just when we fuck. Always.”
My pussy was still throbbing and my heart began to heart a bit faster.
“You have me, D. I’m yours already.”
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