I pulled myself out of my head and smiled up at her.
“I’m just glad you were there, too. I think Mark’s comment about dying from lack of sleep is total bullshit, but I definitely prefer being able to get a little shut-eye every once in a while.”
She looked at me for a minute and then leaned down to press her lips against mine. I reciprocated, reaching up to the back of her head and holding her closer so I could get my tongue in her mouth. A couple minutes of kissing, and I was ready for round three.
My hands moved over her body, gripped her tits, then continued down her stomach and to her hips. My mouth followed, and Lia’s fingers traced the outline of the muscles in my shoulder and back as I licked around her navel.
I pushed her legs apart a bit, then teased over her outer labia until she was wriggling under me. With a little more pressure, I cupped her pussy and my thumb circled her clit. Lia let out a groan, and I moved two fingers inside of her, which made her jump a bit. When I glanced up at her, the look on her face wasn’t one of pleasure, though, so I stopped.
“You okay?”
“I’m just a little sore,” Lia said with a blush. Her teeth went after her bottom lip again, so I reached up and pulled it away.
“I can stop.” I didn’t want to, but obviously I would. “Take a break for a while.”
“No, don’t stop. It’s okay.”
Some odd version of a gentleman inside me told me to stop anyway because she was just being nice and giving in to what she knew I wanted. The selfish, horny bastard inside of me had a lot more influence over my mouth, though.
“Want me to go slow?”
“Do you know how to do it that way?” Her beautiful smile teased me.
I didn’t answer. I just rolled over on top of her, holding my weight up off her skin with my legs out by her sides and one hand pressed against the mattress near her shoulder. With my free hand, I traced the backs of my fingers from her shoulder down to her wrist. I leaned down and kissed the spot right above her heart, trailed more light touches with my lips up to her neck, and then whispered against her ear.
“I will always give it to you exactly how you need it.”
With my hand against her jaw, I tilted her head back and kissed slowly down the front of her throat. I licked lightly over her nipples, kissed each of them, and then moved to the side so I could better reach her with my other hand.
I continued down her body, moving my lips gently over her pink skin. At times, I barely touched her, just grazed the fine hairs of her stomach and below. My head tilted to the side, and I continued down the inside of one of her thighs until I reached her knee. I wanted to get her off again—it was a moral imperative—but she’d already said she was sore.
An idea came to me, and I got up from the bed and extended my hand to Lia.
“Come with me.”
She nodded, wrapped her fingers in mine, and I led her into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature up high. As the water heated, I grabbed the bath towels and laid them out on the bed.
When I returned to the bathroom and checked the water, it was just a little warmer than what was usually comfortable, but exactly what I needed. I stepped in first, letting the hot water cascade over my back as I pulled Lia in after me. I kissed her as the water flowed over us, and I reached up to curl my fingers through her hair as I held her mouth to mine.
Without breaking our kiss, I skimmed my fingers down her sides and then around to her front. I brought them up to cup and lift her breasts with my thumbs flicking lightly across her nipples.
Lia moaned into my mouth, and I kissed her deeply but still slowly and softly. I explored her body with my hands, pressing my chest to hers and reveling in the sensation of her touch on my back. I wrapped my arms around her and turned her around slowly until my chest was to her back, and she was facing the stream of water.
“It’s really hot,” she said.
“Is it too much?”
“Not quite,” Lia said, “but close.”
“Trust me,” I whispered against her ear. My lips pressed to her neck, and my hands moved back to cup her breasts again. I maneuvered her a little more into the stream of water and dropped one hand down to her stomach. With circular movements, I massaged her stomach and thighs as the heat from the water penetrated her skin.
Lia leaned back against me and moaned.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Very.”
With my hand moving between her thighs, I used one foot to tap her legs apart a little so I could reach her better. I used two fingers to rub gently over her outer lips, then pressed and moved my fingers apart. As I angled her body into the stream, the hot water began to flow right over her pussy.
“Oh, shit!”
“Too much?” I asked.
“I…I…no,” Lia stammered. “It’s…intense.”
“Exactly.”
I rubbed the outside lightly, but let the hot water do the rest of the work. Lia began to squirm against me, and her ass pressed firmly against my stiff cock. I sucked at the top of her shoulder, then kissed down her arm as she pushed back harder until I couldn’t take any more.
Running my fingers over her once more, I shut the shower off, picked Lia up, and carried her back to the bed. I placed her in the center of the towels and then crawled over the top of her, kissing her all the way. When my fingers found her entrance again, I watched her face carefully.
She tilted her head up and pressed against the towel, eyes closed.
“Not as sore?” I asked quietly.
“Much better,” she said with a nod. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me. “That felt incredible. I didn’t know if I would come just standing there like that, but it felt as good as a massage does.”
I smiled down at her, kissed her stomach, and then moved up a bit to give her nipples some attention. The cool air on her wet skin was causing them to constrict and stand up—just waiting for my mouth to warm them again.
With more moans from Lia, I ran my tongue over each nipple and then took the first one in my mouth. I sucked lightly and then ran my tongue all around the edge. My hands continued running up and down from her hips to her shoulders until Lia was writhing under me again and squeezing my forearms tightly. My fingers made their way back between her legs, smoothly parting her lips and making way for the head of my cock.
She shivered as I took my cock in my hand and ran it up and down her folds a few times before centering on her opening. I moved my hips forward extremely slowly, and I watched as her body opened to me and enveloped me, tip to shaft.
Exquisite.
I buried myself in her, held there for a long moment, and then slowly pulled completely out. Lia groaned in protest, but my cock was right back at her pussy, pushing down inside of her as slowly as the first thrust had been.
“Jesus, Evan!”
I looked up at her, and my skin warmed to see her laid out before me like that. I could see my cock sliding back out of her, watch her face tighten in protest as I slipped back out, and hear her soft moans as I filled her again.
Perfect.
Because my brain must hate me, it chose that moment to remind me that this could be it—this could be the last time I would be inside of her like this. Once morning came, and I told her everything, I had to be prepared for her to walk out on me.
This had to count. Mean something.
I tightened my ass and moved deeply into her, pulled back, and out again.
“Please, Evan!”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need you…in me…please!”
“You want my cock?”
“God, yes…”
I glided back inside of her, but only about halfway. I pulled back to just the tip and then went back in halfway again. Over and over, the top of my cock rubbing against the inside, back set of nerves connected to her clitoris. After nine strokes, I buried myself totally and Lia cried out.