Page 51 of Strong Side
“Both,” she stutters.
I add another finger and push inside her while sucking on her clit. I don’t want to make her come yet though, so I keep my pace slow, despite the way she’s starting to pull on my hair and hold me in place. It turns me on, but I really don’t want to blow, so I’ll set the pace. I want us both coming together tonight.
When I’ve reached my own limit, I pull back and remove my fingers.
“Wait, what are you doing?” She looks down at me, confused and a whole lot turned on.
“I’m getting into the shower.” I stand and take her by the waist and lift her off the counter. “Gotta get this paint off, and the water’s gonna get cold.” I kiss her lips softly.
She shakes her head, frustrated, but she lets me take her hand and lead her into the shower.
I stand directly under the spray and release her hands to rub the paint that she smeared on my face off. She places her hands on my hips while I do, and she slowly drifts her hands around to my ass, pulling me in closer to her. I wipe the water from my face and look at her.
Her gaze is intense, her hands on my body confident. “Casey, I want you so bad that I can’t see straight. I need you tonight. No more waiting.”
Instead of answering her, I lift her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My dick is like steel, resting against her pussy.
“You want me right here? Right now?” I kiss her, tongue sliding inside her mouth.
She tilts her head to take the kiss deeper, making me groan when she sucks on my tongue.
I rock my hips just enough so my cock glides through her center, hitting her clit. She sucks harder on my tongue with every slide. And when my head reaches her opening, she stops sucking and pulls back to look at me. I push in, just enough to feel her heat cover my crown, making us both moan.
“Fuck.”
“Deeper,” she says.
So, I push in a little more and then more, but not to the hilt. I really don’t want to fuck her for the first time in the shower, but damn does she feel good. I pull my hips back and out of her completely, then set her down.
“What are you doing?” She runs her hands up my chest. “I thought I was pretty clear, but maybe not.” Her hands move back down my chest, over my abdomen, and then she takes hold of my cock.
“Oh, no. You’re pretty fucking clear. I just want to be able to see you in every way, so we’re going to get this paint off and get to the bedroom as fast as we can.”
I turn us so she’s under the spray, and she lets go of me. Then I reach over and get some shampoo and massage it into her hair. Her eyes don’t leave mine.
After I rinse her hair, then take care of mine at lightning speed, I step out and grab a towel for her and wrap it around her body. Then I grab my towel and tie it around my waist, take her hand and hightail it across the hall to my room. As soon as we’re inside, I lock the door and loosen the knot at my waist, letting my towel drop to the floor. She releases hers, and it pools at her feet. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning at the sight of her.
Her skin glistens, still damp from the shower. Droplets fall from her hair, trailing over her full breasts, down her soft, flat stomach, and along the curve of her hips that drive me insane before disappearing over the length of her perfectly toned legs.If it didn’t mean I’d have to fight off every man on the planet, I’d tell her she should walk around naked all the time. She’s far too fine to cover up.
I move toward her, stopping just in front of her so we’re close, but our bodies are not touching, which is near impossible with my dick rock hard, and run my hands into her hair.
“You sure about this?” I ask her, just so there is no misunderstanding what’s gonna happen here.
“Oh, I’m so sure. I need you inside me. No more waiting.”
She backs us up to the bed, and I drop my hands from her head. When she sits on the bed, she scoots backward to lie on the pillows.
Before I follow, I turn and grab some condoms out of my top dresser drawer and toss them on the bed next to her.
She looks down and sees the strip. “You think we need all those?”
“We’re not leaving this bed tonight. I’ve waited for far too long for this, and I’m making every fucking second count.” I start trailing kisses up her leg, and when I reach her center, I put her leg over my shoulder and run my tongue from her core to her clit.
“Casey … oh … that feels so good.” Her hands tug at my hair.
I swirl my tongue a few more times, then continue kissing her—making a meal of this moment as I make my way up her stomach, paying homage to her naval, lavishing her breasts and the sweet nipples I love so much, and up her neck that’s become like home to me. I caress her jaw until I reach her lips, my body on top of hers, perfectly aligned with hers, as it should be.
Her legs open, and I sink my hips between her thighs.
