finished.
Pleasure coursed between my legs and my body clutched his fingers tightly, released, and grabbed again. The tension doubled within me as he pushed me higher and I begged him to keep going, gasping his name. I dug one of my hands into his wet hair and I grazed the tip of my nipple with the other. It felt as if every ounce of energy in my body was leaving my limbs, gathering in the center, until there was simply no more room. Peter used more pressure as he circled my clit with his tongue and that was enough to send me careening off the cliff into a joyous free fall, floating back to earth on a fluffy cloud of steam.
I lowered my leg as I caught my breath and he stood, kissing me with craving lips. I reached for his cock again, which was impossibly hard. "Your turn," I said, eager to have him in my mouth.
My fingers dragged against the ripples of his back as I knelt on one knee and then the other. I grasped his muscular ass, licking my lips as I studied his impressive, steely length. The water pounded against his stomach, dark curls of hair dripping with moisture. I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and lowered the tip to my mouth.
Pressing my lips together, I kissed the silky skin of his head. I circled my tongue around him gracefully, using a light touch as my lips clung to him, moving until I reached the supersensitive ridge. I took his head in my mouth, sucking while my tongue swept against his pulsing skin. I retreated to the tip, flicking my tongue at the slit before I enveloped his head again. His groan was enough approval for me to repeat the action dozens of times as I firmly pumped at the base with my hand. I looked up to see him drop his chin, eyes half closed.
I loosened my grip, claiming more of his length with my mouth. My lips rode along his thick and rigid cock, my cheeks suctioning. I caressed and cupped his balls with my fingertips while my thumb rubbed the bulging vein running along the underside. Peter dug his hands into my hair and gripped my scalp, his breaths growing shorter. He then reached down, grasping my upper arms and urging me back up to him.
I stood and he swept the twists of hair from his forehead before he brushed his lips along my jaw, his nose below my ear. "That was mind-blowing but I want to be inside you." He turned off the water. "Come here."
He clutched his hands beneath my butt and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he maneuvered our slippery bodies through the bathroom and to the bed. He laid me down gently, stopping to kiss my chest and one of my breasts before he stole away for an instant, returning with a condom. He rolled it on while he watched me, his dark hair still dripping water into his face. Beads of water collected on his chest and in the tempting curves of his hipbones. Looking at the intensity in his face, I knew that any hesitation I'd had about sleeping with him a second time had been time and effort wasted.
He slid his hands beneath my hips, lifting them off the bed, pulling me closer as he remained standing, teasing me apart with the head of his cock, in total control. He claimed me with one long thrust, his eyes clamping shut as I locked my ankles around his waist. Everything about him was irresistible at that moment—the way he took charge, the way he turned me on all over again every time he touched me, the way he tended to my pleasure before his own. Even details like the fringe of his wonderfully long eyelashes made me want to stay.
He pumped slow but hard, cradling my ass with his hands and I braced for another wave. Pleasurable moans escaped his lips as he increased his pace. I could feel the boil coming from his groin, hear it in his voice as his breaths grew shorter and he muttered my name. I loved hearing him say "Katie", especially when it was coupled with words like "yes" and "more". His thumbs dug into my hipbone as he drew out every thrust and his full length rode in and out of
Morten Storm, Paul Cruickshank, Tim Lister