Page 25 of Rugger: The Huntress

My pelvis flexed as I lifted my leg and propped my foot up on the cut-out marble designed for storing personal soap bars, bath wash bottles, and razors. Not even a quick glance would’ve landed my feet in a more perfect position. I knew the showers well. Too well, almost.

The moment was absent of words. They weren’t needed. They weren’t requested. And, they weren’t necessary.

I lifted my right hand, landing it on the back of his head where I pulled downward. Silently, I guided him to his knees. Water cascaded down his back as he drew closer to me. Thescent of my womanhood was potent, mixing with the familiar smell of H20.

My arousal was met with Eric’s tongue. Involuntarily, my spine curled. My toes began to retract. The heel of my left foot kept me balanced, but I wasn’t sure for how long.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered.

Eric’s tongue against my clitoris had my head spinning. It fell backward, staring up at the ceiling of the shower where steam accumulated.

Oh fuck. My body shuttered. The rotation of the snack between his lips had the nub between mine pebbled and sensitive.

Skillfully, Eric catered to my centerpiece, never leaving my clit. He understood the key to an acute orgasm and the fact that it wasn’t licking wildly. He was using his bigger head and lessening his workload.

Fuck.

My muscles flexed as he circled my bulb at a rapid pace. I began to rethink my position when the first wave snaked up my legs. It quickened my breathing. My mouth hung open. Sheer gratitude covered my features as my face began to contort.

“Oh fuck.”

I’m cumming. The words never left my mouth. My soul was too busy escaping my body. The exits were occupied. All but the one Eric was drinking from as my inclination produced a thick, creamy secretion.

I lost control of my movements. My spine curled forward with a bow of my head. Eric’s eyes met mine for what felt like the hundredth time. A smile crossed his glistening lips.

He was proud. And, I wasn’t in a position to knock him off the horse he’d put himself on. My current task was stabilizing my breathing.

Within seconds, Eric was on his feet with his hand behind my neck, pulling me forward. Just before his lips touched mine, I placed the condom wrapper against mine. It served as a barrier between us. I didn’t have to break down the number one rule for him to understand it.

No kissing.

Eric nodded as the message I’d sent was received. He grabbed the wrapped condom from my hand and tore into the plastic. I observed, in awe of the beauty between his legs, while he rolled the lambskin, lubricated protection onto his member.

There, now.

I lowered my leg onto the shower floor.

Easy, Rugger.

Slowly, I turned around and placed both hands on the bar behind us. With any luck, it would remain intact. I was mindful not to burden it with too much of my weight. Depending on it for stabilization was fine, but for sole support was foolish.

One.

My belly button raced toward my back.

Two.

I squeezed as if I was holding kegels balls inside my vagina.

Three.

My breath hiked in my chest.

Four.

Anticipation plagued me. The tapping of his dick against my already sensitive nub nearly sent me over the top.

“Fuck!”

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