Page 42 of Stella's Christmas Rescue
“A steamy shower sounds perfect. Let’s go.” I take his hand and lead him upstairs to my shower. I kick it to the hottest setting, then wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. We’re in front of the large bathroom mirror, red—streaked limbs entwined in every direction. “We should get in the water, don’t you think?”
“Come on.” Jordan pulls the curtain open, and we step into the hot water. I move under the showerhead and the sensation makes me relax. His hands glide over my skin everywhere, except my tits and between my legs.
“Trying to drive me crazy again?”
He kisses my shoulder then asks, “Is it working?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Good. Turn around, hands on the wall.”
“We need protection for that,” I tell him.
“For my fingers?”
“Oh.” I turn and face the showerhead wall. The water pours down my back, as I place my palms flat onto the tile. Then I can smell my shampoo. “What are you doing?”
“You have beautiful hair, Stella. I would think you’re familiar with the process,” he teases me. Then, Jordan slowly washes my hair.
His fingers run carefully through the long curls. I am aching to possess him inside me again. He rinses the suds from me. I keep getting shivers from it all. His tender touches make me long for him. Gentle kisses on my shoulders and neck are followed by little bites, and I’m wetter from more than the shower. His right hand trails from my ribs to my hip, then around to the front of me.
My head tips back against his chest. “Jordan, that feels so good.”
“Does it now?” His fingers run circles on my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp. My knees are weak, but I know he’d never let me fall.
Jordan’s fingers press into me. “What about now?”
“Oh my god,” I pant, while he fingers me. His hard cock slides against the wet skin on my low back. He makes a little humping motion there. “Jordan, I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
“What? Why?”
“Protection, remember?”
I lean out of the shower, then grab a condom from the towel shelf. My hopes for shower sex have been answered. I pass it to him with a desperate, “Here!”
He quickly rips it open, then gets it onto himself. Washing my hair must have gotten the ketchup off him, because I don’t see any more of it on his skin. Then, Jordan opens the shower curtain and says, “Hold still.”
I do, and he grabs my hips, then swings me over the edge of the tub onto the floor. It’s a move from his dancing lesson, and the cheeky bastard winks at me before he demands, “Turn around, hands on the counter.”
I have to bend over slightly to do it.
Jordan reaches between my thighs and feels that I’m ready for him. He grabs my hips, lines himself up, and thrusts hard into me. I grunt, he moans. Then he grabs my wet hair into a fist and pulls it tight. I watch in the steamy mirror, while he pushes himself into me again and again. His expression becomes something animal. Steaming lust in his eyes. He growls, “You like watching what I do to you?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
Jordan drops my hair, reaches around, and plays with my clit again. My body shakes as the tension in my body releases. I’m floating in my wet skin. I hang onto the sink’s edge, needingsomething firm to hold. Anything to keep me grounded in the world. He snarls, “I’m gonna make you come.”
“Yes!” I clutch at the counter.
He leans onto my body, his wet chest grinds against my skin on each thrust. It stokes the fire in my veins. Every cell in my body is ready to erupt. I gasp for breath, but nothing enters my lungs. His voice is right by my ear when he commands, “Come for me, Stella.”
My pussy tightens and throbs on his big cock, while he pounds into me harder. There is no scream for it. I have no breath. The weight of his body pushes the air out of me. The counter eats my hip bones on each push, and the pain makes the orgasm violent. Deliciously wet pleasure boils in my core, while Jordan continues on his own path inside me.
He snaps, “Fuck yes!”
