Page 6 of Gina's Fantasy

Chapter Four

Flynn stepped through Gina’s back door just moments after hanging up with her, unable to wait any longer to begin what he hoped would be a turning point of their relationship. The sound of running water drew him to the back of the house, toward her bedroom with its en suite bathroom. He stopped in the bathroom doorway where he could see Gina all wet and soapy through the glass shower door.

Instead of announcing his presence, he stripped out of his clothes before crossing the bathroom. His cock throbbed as he gazed for a long few seconds at the large, deep soaking tub across the room. Playing ‘Submarine Hunt’ would have to wait until tonight, if they made it back here.

Opening the door just enough to slip into the shower, he stepped through the cloud of steam and pulled it shut again behind him. Gina squealed and stiffened as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Need help washing your back?” he asked softly before sucking one earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently.

“Flynn?” she asked on a gasp before relaxing into his embrace. “It’s only been about three minutes, not twenty.”

He chuckled as she turned in his arms and rubbed her water-slicked breasts against his chest. “I called from the driveway.”

A man of action and not the word artist Gina was, Flynn slid one hand up her back and under her wet hair. Holding her head still, he leaned in and kissed her. As his lips brushed over hers, he shuffled forward, moving them across the small enclosure. Gina gasped when her warm, wet backside met the cooler wet tile of the shower stall.

Flynn took advantage of her parted lips to deepen the kiss. He angled his head and his tongue pushed deep, fully exploring her mouth as he pressed his body even more firmly against hers. His cock throbbed with need as he sandwiched her body securely between his and the wall. He began to trace patterns on her slick skin, moving across her shoulders and the front of her chest before working his way down her sides and around until his palms cupped her ass cheeks.

He gave a mental shout of triumph when her arms came up and around his shoulders, one hand cupping his skull to prevent him from moving too far away as the kiss continued, soul-deep, white-hot, and filled with the emotion and need that neither of them seemed able to otherwise express.

Pressing his fingers into her bottom, he lifted her. Her pelvis and puffy-lipped slit pressed against the underside of his cock as she slid up his body. He was forced to break the kiss long enough to sigh a moan, which harmonized with the panting sounds of highly aroused need Gina was making.

As if she could hear his thoughts, Gina raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, spreading herself wide just as the head of his cock brushed over her clit.

“Oh, please,” she murmured as he reached down and guided the head of his cock up and down from clit to pussy entrance and back again.

“What do you want?” His words were low and dark as he grazed his lips and mustache up the side of her neck, causing her head to tilt, giving him more access.

“Please, Flynn, please fuck me,” she whispered.

Flynn lifted his head. Though she had her eyes closed, he saw the passion in her expression as well as the underlying shyness that turned her cheeks a rosy shade of embarrassed.

Since his own body needed relief, he did not linger to play as he might have, but fit the tip of his cock to her opening and lowered her quickly. Molten heat surrounded him and the muscles of her channel immediately began to tighten in rippling waves around his cock.

“Oh, shit, this is going to be hard and fast,” he warned, trying to rein in enough composure to see to her needs before his own threatened to overwhelm him.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hips arching back and forth as she tried to fuck herself. Wrapped around him as she was, Gina could only move an inch up and down his cock. The hairs surrounding the base brushed back and forth over her clit. “Please.”

Flynn shifted his feet farther apart and back a few inches, to give himself the best leverage for the task at hand. Gina was already panting and making the sexy little noises that always sent his arousal skyrocketing, and this time was no different.

“Hold on tight,” he said between gritted teeth.

He groaned as her limbs tightened, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips covered hers once again before he began to move. His cock slid in and out at such an angle that every stroke rubbed over her clit as well as stroked deep inside her pussy. It only took a few strokes before her panting sighs turned to crying moans of orgasm. Her arms and legs tightened around him as she came.

“Oh shit,” he growled with his tongue deep in her mouth as his own release came out of nowhere to tackle him a second later.

His back muscles spasmed as his balls contracted painfully tight, forcing his life fluids to explode through the length of his cock and flooded her pussy. At the same time, his knees locked and everything from the waist down went numb.

He could barely breathe as he pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead against the wall beside hers. “Now that’s the way every day should start, with a hot shower and a wet woman. Or maybe that should be a hot woman and wet shower?”

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Dropping her legs from around his hips, Gina clung to Flynn, silently thankful he remained pressed tight against her. Between his unexpected call and now his surprise appearance in her shower, she was so off-kilter she could not come up with a reply to his question.

They remained intertwined for more than a minute, slowly catching their breath and recovering from yet another of the amazing sexcapades they seemed so good at.

Finally, he leaned his upper body back while his hips and belly still pressed against her and asked, “You okay?”

Her head bobbled up and down then side to side before she dropped it forward to rest on his shoulder so he could not see the tears filling her eyes. She had no explanation for them except that the joy of seeing him slammed against the painful expectation for him to jump out of the shower, into his clothes, and race out of here without a word in response to her recording.

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