Page 20 of Willing
She pushed away from me, moving to stand behind me. I watched as she stepped out of the shower, rustling in the drawer briefly, she stepped back closing the shower door.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Her smirk was hot as fuck.
“What are you doing you little minx?”
She backed up, sitting on the shower seat in the corner, her hand still behind her back.
“I dreamed of you in this shower Paul. Wanting you to fuck me, under the water,” from behind her back she pulled out a vibrator.
Sucking in a breath, I stared. This girl was un-fucking-believable. My cock twitched as she spread her legs before me. I fisted my dick, stroking it as she clicked her toy on.
“Wanting your dick to be inside me, I closed my eyes and pretended you were here,” she slipped the blue plastic passed her soft pink lips, dripping wet from need, “As I drove it in and out, I moaned your name, Paul.”
She moaned, the toy vibrating against her clit, “Paul – Oh, YES!”
I couldn’t stand it, watching her fuck herself with the imitation version of me. Dropping to my knees under the water, I leaned forward, pressing my tongue to her soft bud. Sucking her clit as she drove the vibrator deeper into her pussy.
Pulling my cock as I licked her tiny bud, desperately wanting to be buried deep inside her. Her body convulsed as the orgasm washed over her, my dick hardening even more in my hand. Tossing the vibrator to the showers floor, she met my eyes with hers.
“Now you know – I fucked you in my shower for the last three years Paul. It has always been you.”
In that moment, I knew she was mine. I moved, positioning myself between her legs and speared my cock deep into her. She screamed out, her sensitive nub still tingling from her orgasm. I wanted to make this last, but her voyeurism had driven me to the brink of losing it before I pushed into her. My thrusts were fast, her moans were loud, vibrating off the shower walls. With one final thrust into her softcore, I spilled everything I had into her. She tensed and climaxed with me, her insides squeezing the love from me.
Panting she wrapped her arms around me, “I’m starving.”
Laughing I scooped her up, “Me too, let's get dressed and go grab some food.”
Nuzzling into my neck, she kissed me, “I love you, Paul.”
