Page 90 of Bad for Me

I was already under the hot water, and as she kissed me, head under water, I felt happier than I had in years.

I pulled her back to me, getting her hair wet and kissing up the back of her neck. I wanted this time more than anything. I had wanted her inside my room for weeks now. Running my hands down her chest, I found her tits—slippery and pulled into tight points. I spun her around to face me. “God, I’ve wanted this for too long.”

“Me too.”

We locked lips like it’s our last dying wish, and as her tits pressed up against mine, I ground against her—soft, slippery skin on skin.

I reached up, removing the head from its holder, as she watched me intently.

“Wait…”

I smirked. “Wait? I thought we had been waiting long enough for this?”

She bit her lip, giving me doe eyes so adorable I wanted to flip her over and spank her for making me wait longer.

“Why the Scream mask?”

I laughed. “Because it’s one of my favorite films.”

She smiled. “Mine too…I love Neve Campbell.”

“Great movie, yes. Now shut those pretty lips and lay down.”

As always, she does just as I’d asked, placing her back against the generous curve of the tub, spreading her legs.

I knelt between her legs, admiring the plump, pink berry that’s so hard it peeked past her lips. I pulled the shower head down over her, turning the lever so that it’s flowing on one pulsating jet, the more aggressive setting. I aimed it directly at her pouting clit.

Her head flung back on contact, and her hips rose to meet the stream.

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?”

The shake of her head and slight part of her lips told me she loved it, and I cannot even count the amount of times I’d brought myself to climax with this exact jet, thinking about her pussy wrapped around my lips.

I rocked the jet back and forth over her slit, moving from her clit to her tight asshole, and she spread herself wide so I could see it all.

“Put two fingers inside yourself.”

She did, reaching around the back of her thigh as she sunk two fingers inside herself from behind.

I watched her fingers stretch her hole, and I straddled her other leg, grinding my pussy against it. I kept the stream focused on her clit while she fucked her own hand. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Warmth spread from behind my clit as I rode her, and her moans became louder.

“Just like that…. fuck, Mary. Come for me….”

She looked up at me, and then down to my circling hips. “Are you close? Come with me, please?”

I brought the wand closer to her clit, and she cried out, whimpering my name as she rode out what looked like a hard orgasm. Her body jerked, and I just wanted to take her over my knee and spank her until she’s flaming red. I didn’t though; I let her come, and I stroked her through her orgasm.

Collecting her in my arms, I wrapped her in a towel and led her to my bed.

In all the years that Matt and I had been together, I’d never had an orgasm with him. It’d only been me; I was the only one that had brought myself to climax.

To say that I was elated to allow someone to bring me to this point was an understatement.

So, when she kissed down my body and nipped my hips, I pulled her face to mine because I don’t know if I could stand her face between my legs. I’d detonate right away. And that shit would be embarrassing. The way I wanted a woman was downright criminal, and I thought if I let her bury her face between my thighs, I’d lose it straight away.

“Let me taste you, Ava. Please.”

The way this girl said please should also be criminal, as we kissed deeply and rubbed our bodies together in a way that could only be described as primal.

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