hooked two fingers and moved them in a pumping motion, rocking my body to a breath-stealing orgasm.
“Sean.” I sobbed his name as I came.
I turned in his arms and his lips again claimed mine as the water pulsed down around us. He gave me no chance to recover, backing me up against the wall.
“That’s number one.”
My body still shook from the release.
Sean dropped to his knees. The water splashed off his chiseled shoulders as he slowly drew down my bikini bottom like he was savoring the act. Placing a small kiss at the v of my thighs, his tongue then moved over my clit in the same rocking motion his fingers had used. The rough siding of the wooden wall dug into my back but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Sean’s tongue greedily licking my pussy.
My breaths came in short gasps. I didn’t know where to put my hands, but they needed to go somewhere before I toppled over. Reaching up, I grabbed the pipe leading to the showerhead not caring if I tore it off. My other hand clutched the back of Sean’s head. I felt like I was going to climb up the wall with each little shock of pleasure that grew and grew until my body was on fire.
“Oh, oh, Sean,” I cried out. The pleasure was too delicious, too everything. My head hit the wall as I jolted forward and then back, my body shuddering with blessed release.
Sean glided his hands up my legs, then the curve of my hips as he stood. I tasted myself on his lips as he slowly kissed me like it was an art and he a master of it. Like the Leonardo Da Vinci of kissing.
“That’s number two.”
But when he reached for his wallet, I used all my strength to pull him back and reversed our positions.
I kissed him with abandon, clutching his biceps until I was sure my nails would leave marks. I pulled away and dropped to my knees. “My turn.”
The slate tile floor dug into my skin. But I didn’t care. I tugged down his shorts, impatient, as he was patient with my bikini bottoms. His cock was beautiful and strong like the rest of him.
My wet pussy warred with my mouth, each wanting possession of his cock. My mouth watered anticipating the taste of him, my pussy dripped from my orgasm.
Mouth to pussy: I will make him harder and bigger than he’s ever been in life and then he’ll fuck you with it.
Pussy to mouth: Promise?
Mouth to pussy: Promise.
Chapter 11
Sean
W ith no preliminary teasing, Kelsey’s lips engulfed my cock into the recesses of her hot, wet mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot down my rod at the shock.
Captivated by the erotic sight, I felt the skin of it stretched so tight I feared it would tear. Not that I was about to stop her. She didn’t play with it or dabble with it, no; she worked me in and out of her mouth.
It was the cock sucking of my dreams. If it weren’t for the shower’s cooling mist my body would have combusted into a pile of dust.
“Kelsey, your mouth is so hot.”
Were her moans of approval from the size of me filling her mouth? Or did sucking my cock turn her on? Both? Oh hell, yeah. Then she deep-throated me and gagged. Holy. Fuck.
I was a championship swimmer but this chick made my thighs tremble. Tremble! And I loved every fucking second of it.
I was ready to explode but if I did, I’d be rendered useless until later and I’d promised to make her come multiple times and twice was only a couple in my book. I wanted her to burn out of control with me. Reaching for a fist full of her hair, I pulled her mouth off my cock, and then I lifted her up off her knees and up against my hard body. Her soft flesh melded to me, my cock trapped between her legs.
Burying my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her with a passion I had never felt before. The scent of her suntan lotion intoxicated me, as if it was some sort of love spell. She tasted of oranges. And musk, which was probably the flavor of me lingering on her tongue.
I wanted to do more than fuck her. I needed to imprint myself onto her the way she had