Elle begs me to fuck her harder, so I do. I give her what she’s begging for, and my thumb moves across her clit, pushing her as far as I can toward the edge. I was never able to fuck Miranda like this. She would never be wild and free like Elle is with me. She hated fucking me anywhere that wasn’t the bed, always had to have the lights off, and had to be quick so she could go to sleep.
I wonder what she’s like with George?
“Stay with me,” Elle commands, noticing my mind wandering somewhere else yet again. Her hands fall on either side of my face, pulling me from my rogue thoughts. “Fuck me, not her,” she tells me.
I shake the ghost of Miranda from my mind with the quick agitation of my head.
“That’s it! Yes, yes, stay with me,” she tells me, and I do, my eyes never leaving hers as my thumb pushes her over the cliff, and she throws her head back in ecstasy. Elle arches her back as her pussy constricts around my dick. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm—her hands fall to my shoulders, and I move mine back to her hips. She meets me thrust for thrust until I can’t hold on any longer and fall right over the edge into oblivion with her.
“Fuck,” I curse as my orgasm begins to subside.
Elle giggles as she looks down at me.
“I liked that …” She grins. “We should do it again.”
As my dick continues to twitch from aftershocks, I groan because I do want more of her. “Give me ten, and I might be ready again.”
“Come, let’s have a shower and clean up!” She smiles before leaning down and kissing me.
My hand captures her neck, and I pull her to me, then kiss her wildly, the electricity not dying even after we have come. My need for her is still there, sated but ready for round two as my fingers hold the back of her neck, keeping her lips against mine.
“Come on …” Elle grins as she pulls away from our kiss.
I grab her by the hips as I swing my legs off the table, which has her gasping. Her legs wrap around my hips tightly, and I carry her back to the bathroom, where I undressed earlier. I reach into the two-person shower and fiddle with the faucets until the water reaches the right temperature, then step in and let her finally disengage from me.
She slides down my taut body, kicks off her underwear, and steps under the water. I dispose of the condom, then stand back and watch as the water droplets cascade down over her breasts and stomach before disappearing between her thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I reach out and run my finger between her cleavage.
Those green eyes watch me intently as water sprays between us.
“Here … turn around and let me wash you,” she says, changing the subject.
I’m sure she hears that comment a million times a day.
She spins me around and begins soaping me up. Her fingers and hands run all over my body before I turn around, take a couple of steps forward, and push her up against the shower wall.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I say, taking the loofah from her hands and lathering up her body. My hands run along her chest, my fingers quickly finding a nipple to twist, which pulls a gasp from her lips. Then my hands run over her stomach before I fall to my knees in front of her.
Elle’s green eyes follow my movements with curiosity. I run the loofah over her thighs, then each leg, before moving back up again, missing the spot I know she wants me to touch. I drop the loofah, pick up her leg, and throw it over my shoulder, which makes her gasp, then my tongue slides between her folds.
Elle’s hands fall onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin. Elle pleads, so I give her what she wants, which is my tongue against her clit. My fingers prod her ass cheeks as I continue to devour her from the inside out.
I let a finger slide between her thighs, then another, and her nails push further into my skin. I don’t care if she leaves marks because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to—this woman tastes like heaven.
My fingers curl inside her, teasing the delicate nerves that have her pussy clenching against them.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her. She’s moments from coming all over my chin.
My rhythm increases, working her higher until she can’t take it any longer and screams her release all over my fingers. I don’t give her time to recover before I stand and flip her around, then push her up against the cool tiles of the shower. I kick her legs apart before sliding into her.
“Yes,” she says through gritted teeth as I push myself in her further, her lolling back against my shoulder.
“I can’t get enough of you!” I groan against her neck as I begin to thrust, my hands gripping her breasts as she pushes her peachy ass back against each one of my thrusts. “Your tits are magnificent,” I state as I pinch the nipples between my fingers. “Your cunt is exquisite …” I push into her deeply, “… and those fucking lips are sinful,” I tell her.
“Harder,” she begs, and I give her what she asks for as I fuck her without control, hard against the shower tiles. I know I’m gripping her breasts probably too tightly and will probably bruise in the morning, but she doesn’t seem to care.
“Nothing makes me harder than a woman who likes to be fucked hard,” I curse against her neck.
“Your dick is magnificent,” she purrs, turning her head, letting me see the smile that’s fallen across her lips.
“Then fucking choke it, make me see stars when I come,” I demand, and she clenches hard, making her pussy a tight little hole.
I swear she’s blurring my vision with her magic, but I continue, both of us insane with need. We try and push closer to the edge of our release, attempting to hold off until it’s too much, and we fall right over that edge into the abyss.
“Fuck,” I curse as I rest my forehead against her shoulder.