Part 2
a girl could get used to this...
This is Part 2 of my very first story - you can read part one here
I’m pulled by the hand, gently but with purpose, toward the bathroom. I wish I’d managed to grab my towel as I feel gravity claim his gift…
“I didn’t want to freak you out earlier. I had to restrain myself…..but seeing you in my shower….” he simply trails off with a soft groan and hunger in his eyes.
“I’m happy to oblige, given we have a slight situation here” I smile, pointing to the shiny wet patches on my inner thighs. His eyes twinkle, as he leans in to turn on the water, adding an “after you” arm gesture.
He’s right behind me, his warm body pressing into my back. I can hear his breathing, feel his strong heartbeat, and his hunger. This has been building for months and months. And months. Our conversations were never without innuendo or outright flirting. Occasional small pauses hinting at racing thoughts; barely restraining the tension of burning desire. Sentences withheld, for fear of offending, or worse. Just the mere sight of his number on my screen would cause me to blush and squirm in my seat. I hung on his every word, while my mind did gymnastics, calling on every smart, leading, flirty or cheeky response I thought appropriate, only to be left speechless and flustered when the conversation flew too close to the truth. He knows he has the upper hand, I’m close, but no match for his banter.
And yet, here I am. My stomach backflips as I feel his strong hand slide firmly around my waist. There’s a certainty in every movement. A gentle firmness. He knows what he wants, and he’s simply taking it. Turning me to face him, the warm water cascading down my back, he buries his face in my neck, kissing and sucking, licking and nipping. I can’t help but throw my head back, close my eyes and just savour every second. I feel his breath quicken against my flushed skin, as his strong arms wrap around me and we turn as one, my back pressed against the cool tile.
The length of our bodies touching, I’m pinned against the wall. I’m held, secure, and completely at his mercy. I close my eyes and simply relax into his body. My hands run through his hair, over his shoulders and down his back as my lips find his. Slow, passionate, deep.
Yet I can feel his urgency, a hunger held back to savour and pace… allowing me to get lost in every sensation, building until I am gripped by my own need and almost begging for relief. I’m overwhelmed by sensations; the pressure of his body against mine, fingertips softly finding breast and nipple causing delicious electric currents. In comparison to firm kneading, pulling of skin, stirring a deep ache for more.. so much more.
There is little room to move, yet I instinctively roll my hips back and forward, feeling his fat cock trapped between us, pulsing in time to my own throbbing. I sigh, and move my hand down his back, gently pushing him against me even further. “Tell me.” he whispers.
“Please” I whimper. A soft groan escapes followed by another sigh. My heart is beating out of my chest, I’m almost painfully swollen. If he so much as breathes on my clit I am going to cum. “Please, what?” he growls into my neck. “Tell me what you want.” All I can manage is another pathetic whimper, a low moan and soft “you…” while gently clawing at his back.
Crouching slightly, he runs a hand down my thigh to behind my knee, raising my leg around his hip. He pulls back, just enough to push the soft velvet head against my swollen clit, rubbing through my slick folds. He lowers my leg just a little, the angle ensuring full contact. I moan a little louder than intended and it reverberates around the large bathroom. His eyes twinkle at the sound, a soft smile of satisfaction playing on his lips.
I’m squirming now, doing my best with limited movement to thrust my hips forward. He matches my movements, pulling his hips back a little and murmurs “Not yet. I need you to moan for me a little more. Can you do that?” My eyes close, I clutch his shoulders, words escape me, so moaning is all I can do. “Mmm hmm”, I lick my lips and take in a sharp breath as my clit slides over his ridges, while his fingers roll my nipple firmly. He buries his face in my neck again, and my slow burn instantly turns into a bonfire. I’m coming hard and fast, shuddering and moaning loudly.
“That’s it. Good girl. Cum for me.”
I tremble through another 10 seconds, until I feel I can’t take any more, it’s too intense. I need to feel him deep inside me, filling me, massaging the ache. “I need…” I breathe, trailing off between moans. He raises my leg further over his arm, and I’m instinctively on tiptoe, finding balance. He adjusts his stance, his leg against mine and leans his chest in further, supporting my weight. “I got you.” His cock springs free and is now perfectly aligned. I tilt my hips forward, hungry and eager for him to thrust into me. Hard. Fast. NOW. That’s what I’m aching for, deep pressure and friction.
“We’re not rushing… I want you…. to take it….” he murmurs, “Slow….” as his rock-hard cock pushes against my swollen folds, feeling the ridges inch by delicious lingering inch, be enveloped as I stretch to accommodate his girth. My eyes are wide and glassy, as I focus on internal sensations. I’ve never felt so full, so close to coming, just on the first stroke.
He’s buried deep, and pauses, then withdraws just as slowly, and begins to stroke with a steady deliberate pace. My nerve endings feel everything, every ridge, the softness, the hardness, the warmth. I’m moaning, and so very close. My pleasure feels like it’s building layer by layer, just when I think I am going to fall over the edge, I seem to hover, and the edge moves even higher.
His hand cups my jaw, and he kisses me hard. Taking a fistful of hair, and staring into my eyes, he simply says “Let go…” while increasing the speed of his deep thrusts ever so slightly. His breath quickens and knowing he is close, tips me over the edge. I fall, exploding into the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. He groans and pulls my hair harder, exposing my throat to his lips as my moans echo around the bathroom. Leg shaking and whole body convulsing, he holds me tightly. Lifting my leg higher, he slams into me as his own climax crashes through his body.
Slowing, he lowers my leg and I regain my balance. “That was…. incredible” I whisper.
He grins. “And we haven’t even made it to the bed yet. Best you cancel your flight home.”