Page 21 of Taking The Virgin

A needful invitation to hurry up before I explode.

Desire is fluttering around inside of me now like static—a hint of a coming orgasm, a waning, then a surge that almost gets me over the top once again but not quite…

“What do you want now?” he asks while still rubbing me with his fingers.

“Anything.”

“There’s something you came back here for, and it isn’t just anything. Tell me again.”

He reminds me by easing the tip of his finger into my opening, and I suck in a breath.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. “Tell me if I’m right.”

“Almost right. But more. I want more than that.” Shivers are starting to consume me. The static gathers in my belly, erotic energy that’s growing into something that’ll be huge, wet, rapturous.

I think he likes hearing me nearly plead for him to fuck me. Through my half-closed eyes, I see the volatile heat in his gaze. He wants me as much as I want him, and in this moment, I know he’d do anything to haveme.

But he’s in no hurry. Netyet.

He pulls off my panties, then throws them out of the shower. I think he also likes creating that mess outside, almost as if getting everything dirty is foreplay in itself: rules being broken, a rebellion that only he understands.

Now I’m absolutely bared to him, and he presses his naked, wet, glistening hard body to mine. I bite my lip, feeling every muscle in his chest against me, his belly, his thighs. His semi-erect cock prods my pussy, and I groan for him as he pushes his length up against me but not intome.

With painful slowness, he kisses my lips, lingering until a swarm of lust buzzes through me. He kisses me behind my ear, and I hold back another turned-on squeal. He trails more kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and by the time he gets to my breast, I’m a mass of whirring turmoil, my hands in his hair again, imploring him to keep going.

He licks my nipple, then plays with the distended nub while his hands reach behind me to cup my bottom. Sucking off of my breast, he brings me forward, and I lift one of my legs to wrap it around him as his tip nudges mysex.

This is a game to him: See how far he can push his dirty little girl. Frustration rages through me, even as he turns me around so that my chest presses to the wall, my palms flat against it. My clit jerks in wild response. I can’t tell if it’s the hammering water that’s gotten me so wet or if that’s all me, but I’m ready.

So ready.

He drags his mouth down every inch of my back, taking his time, pushing and pushing me as if seeing how far I’ll go until I break. I claw against the wall as he arrives at my bottom, his teeth gently nipping my flesh at the curve of my ass as I flinch with every wickedkiss.

Then I feel him stand up. I feel his cock slide between my legs, and I haul in a tight breath. This is the most brutal tease ofall.

Faintly, I remember the last time we had sex and how he was so disturbed in the end because he didn’t use a condom. Is he going to stop us cold to getone?

I’ll be damned if I won’t feel every bit of him inside me, and I open my legs wider, wiggling my rear against him, encouraging him to push inside me with that long, firm cock. With a mean laugh, he slides through my pussy folds but not fully intome.

“Are you trying to get me even harder?” heasks.

I’m dying at the feel of his cock right there, enveloped by my juiced lips. I wiggle some more, but he doesn’t give in tome.

“Can you get harder?” I breathe.

As if to show me he damned well can, he pulls me away from the wall and down to the floor until he’s on his back with me on top of him. The water pummels my back, heightening the urgency I’m beginning to feel inside.

Pounding, demanding, needing…

He palms my breasts, squeezing them. Then, with an intense gaze, he brings my tits down to hiscock.

What is he doing?

My pulse clamors, echoing in my clit, as I let him slide his shaft into my cleavage. Then he shows me what he wants, moving me up and down, using my breasts to strokehim.

Dirty. Oh, this is dirtier than I ever imagined, and I loveit.

I love the feel of him slipping through the insides of my sensitive tits, I love that I’m doing something I never dreamed of in all my hottest fantasies. I love that he’s getting harder and harder with every friction-wetrub.

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