Page 33 of Fear the Reapers

“Good.” He stepped back and pulled his damp shirt over his head. Then he kicked off his shoes. He wasn’t wearing any socks. His eyes met mine as his hands went to the button on his jeans. His length strained against the material, just begging to be set loose.

I licked my lips in anticipation. He undid the button and hooked his thumbs in the waist and pulled them down, then kicked them to the side. His cock bounced with every movement. My thighs clenched at the thought of it.

“No underwear?”

“When I heard you come in the back door, I got dressed in a hurry.”

He stepped into the shower, walking me back until we were both beneath the water, then he pressed his lips to mine. Deepening the kiss, his hands slid down my body, fingers marking the trail to the juncture of my thighs. I grew slick with need as the tips of his fingers ghosted over my clit.

Chuckling into the kiss, he said, “not yet, turn around.”

I did as he asked, feeling his hard cock press up against my lower back. He reached around me and grabbed the shampoo off the shelf.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

“Shampooing your hair,” he said as he squirted a dollop in his palm. “What does it look like?”

Looking at him over my shoulder, I responded, “I could have done it.”

“Maybe I enjoy taking care of you,” he grumbled. “Now, face the other way and close your eyes.”

“Yes, sir,” I teased.

He pressed into my back. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me.” His fingers continued to work their magic in my hair, relaxing me. Once my hair was lathered up, he slid his hands down to my shoulders, over my collarbone, and down to my chest. He massaged my breasts with one of his hands. With the other, I had no idea what he was doing, until I felt the head of his cock smoothly slide between my legs.

Then he walked us further into the water. The warm stream flowed down over my head. His hands went to my head, fingers moving through my hair as he helped wash the remaining shampoo down the drain. Then his fingers left my hair, slid down my body, and rubbed my clit. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his cock between them, and moved my hips forward, milking him with my thighs. When I leaned my head back against his shoulder, he continued his ministrations.

“Lean forward and place your hands on the wall,” he whispered in my ear.

I placed my hands on the wall just in time to brace myself for him to thrust into me from behind. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he bottomed out. He pulled back out and then buried himself so deep I never wanted him to pull back out. Using the wall as leverage, I met him thrust for thrust.

“I don’t know if it’s me fucking you, or you fucking me, but I don’t care,” Hunter said as he picked up the pace. “You. Feel. Too. Fucking. Good.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

My legs were shaking as he wrapped an arm around my waist. He worked my sensitive bud with his other hand in time with his thrusts until I cried out his name. He pounded me through my climax, then slowed his movements. Filling me with smooth slow strokes until he shuddered his own release.

We stayed there for a moment, me with my hands on the wall, and him still buried inside me, pulsating. Breathing hard, he slid his hands up and down my back. The water flowing over us as if someone had carved erotic statues of us to place in the middle of a fountain. Then it devolved into what we what we helped the trafficked boys do to Cora the Whora a couple months ago.

The thought of her tied up naked and getting drenched by the cold water made me giggle.

“This is a first,” he commented, as he pulled out of me.

“What?” I asked, standing up straight.

“My woman laughing after I’ve made her come so hard, she shouldn’t even know her own name.”

“I’m sorry, my head went to a dark place,” I explained.

“I’m not even sure if I want to know what you were thinking about,” he replied.

“It was nothing.” I didn’t really want to tell him I was thinking. That would definitely ruin the afterglow, so I kept my mouth shut.

“If you say so,” he said as he tenderly kissed my lips.

“Let’s get out of here before I’m all pruned up.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied. “After you.”

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