Page 72 of Neighbors With Benefits

“I’m not usually a fan of shower sex,” she said.

“But this is an exception?” I asked.

“Mmm,” she said. “You make me want to do a lot of things I normally wouldn’t try.”

“Like what?”

She reached down between her legs and took hold of my hard length, guiding the tip into her lips—which were drenched of their own accord, not because of the water in the shower. I pushed forward, giving her the tip and a little bit more.

“That feels good,” she breathed.

“Even better than it did on your table,” I replied.

It took all of my focus to continue scrubbing her with the sponge while we gently rocked back and forth together, a few inches of friction at a time. I wanted this time to last longer, to draw it out for both of us. I wanted to make sure Jazz cameseveraltimes before I did. Nothing turned me on more thanseeing a woman come undone, surrendering to the ecstasy that I could provide.

Soon Jazz was pushing against me with more force, demanding more than just an inch or two. I resisted the urge to bury all of myself into her, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself once we hadreallybegun. I abandoned the sponge and gripped her shoulder with one hand, and curled the other one around the curve of her hip until I found her tuft of pubic hair and her clit below. She released a symphony of moans as soon as I began rubbing her clit in a circle, and tried driving her hips back to take more of me.

But I stayed strong.

“Fuck me,” Jazz finally begged. It was music to my ears, exactly what I wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry, but I was told you don’t like shower sex.”

“I’ve revised my opinion,” she gritted out. “I want. You. To. Fuck.Me.”

I rumbled with laughter. “I will. But not until I’m done teasing you.”

Jazz gazed over her shoulder at me. “I like this side of you.”

“I likethisside of you,” I said, giving her ass a loud, wet smack.

She yelped, but it turned into a long moan. She tried driving her hips back again, but I moved with her, keeping the exact same amount of my cock inside her.

“Please,” she begged.

I smacked her ass again, harder this time. “Not yet.”

Her moan intensified. “Please fuck my pussy.”

“When I’m ready.”

I rubbed her clit faster, driven on by her groans and whimpers. She was putty in my hands as I smacked her ass again, then returned my grip to her shoulder, pushing her up against the wall. She twisted her head around to meet my kiss, our tongues joining together wetly along with the rest of us, and then I moved my lips to her neck. She craned her head back and let out a cry of pleasure that seemed to shake the walls.

Then, when I had her exactly where I wanted her, I slammed my cock into her. Inch after every stiff inch filled her pussy, and this time shereallyscreamed. Her entire body trembled as I fucked her with true enthusiasm, long strokes that threatened to throwmeover the edge along with her. My finger never left her clit, even as she arched her back and clung to my arm for dear life.

Finally she came down from her climax, ragged and defeated. Only then did my fingers—and cock—slow down and eventually stop.

“Did you come?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Not yet,” I said. “I want to see what you had planned for me.”

She twisted around and kissed me hungrily, pulling my tongue into her mouth and sucking on the tip in a way that made the crown of my cock lurch with desire. “Then what are we doing in here?”

We toweled each other off and made our way to my bed. Jazz pushed me onto my back, grinding her drenched pussy lips up and down my hard length. Then she twisted around, rotating her whole body, until she was crouched over my face.

“I was hoping this is what you were—” I started to say, but I cut off as she smothered me with her sex.

“No more talking,” she commanded, taking my cock in her hand and beginning to suck me off.

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