Page 152 of Play Along

Instead, she wraps a firm hand around it, giving it a long tug.

“Jesus, fuck.” Falling forward, I smack my free hand against the shower glass to hold me up. “Please, Ken. I need to make this last.”

My hips fall right into hers as she strokes me, my thigh pressing up against her core. I move my hand and push my leg flush against her, watching the way my skin glistens in her wake as she rolls over it.

She kisses my chest, reaching up on her toes to latch onto my neck, continuing to stroke me. And God, I’m so hard already, it’s a bit concerning what this woman can do to me so quickly.

I’m going to fucking come if I don’t do something to stop her.

With the steam billowing from inside the shower, I throw an arm around her waist, pick her up, and carry her inside.

She shivers as soon as she’s under the warm stream, as if the change of temperature was too quick, but soon enough her body adjusts, calming and melting as the water runs over her.

She tosses her head back, letting the water wash over her face, letting it flow over her pretty hair. Kennedy’s still holding my forearms for support, and I can’t keep my eyes off her.

The way the water rolls over her curves, even the ones she thinks are too small. The way she tightens her thighs together when she hears me hum my appraisal. The way she pulls me into her, as if she doesn’t want me to be too far.

I step under the stream with her, into her arms, my palms gliding down her back and over the curve of her ass as I map a path of warm kisses up her neck and behind her ear.

I bite it.

“What the hell kind of spell do you have me under, Kenny?”

She shakes her head as if she has no idea, her now warm body molding to mine. She lifts her seeking hips, finding my cock, and rubbing it against her.

“I want you,” she says, folded up with me.

“Yeah?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone.”

I swear my cock grows harder at her confession, and when my hand smooths over her ass, my middle finger slipping between her cheeks, and down to stroke over her center, I can feel just how truthful she’s being.

I coat myself in her arousal.

“More than you want to come right now?” I tease.

“I want you...” she repeats. “To make me come.”

Chuckling, I reach behind her, pulling the showerhead off its bracket.

Maintaining the water on her in hopes of keeping her warm, I flip her around. Arm slung heavy around her waist, I hold her back to my chest, my cock slipping between her ass.

She grounds back against me.

“Kenny.” My tone is full of warning. “I’ll fuck that one day too, but what did I just say?”

She arches again. “That you need to make this last.”

“Exactly. So let me get you off before I come all over your back.”

“That’d be fine by me. We both know how quick your response time is. At least you’re not wearing pants this go around. That’d be embarrassing.”

I playfully nip at her neck. “Little brat.”

She laughs but it quickly dies when I nudge her feet farther apart and slip my hand between her legs. I give her pussy a couple of taps before spreading her open with my fingers, keeping her that way when I bring the showerhead down to pound against her swollen clit.

“Oh,” she moans, her head falling back to my chest.

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