Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He tilted his head back, a low moan escaping. Concentrating deeply, he tried not to let my ministrations deter him from his task. He circled one breast with soapy hands, then the other, making sure they were clean. I slid my palm up the length of his shaft, getting a feel for it, hefting the weight.
He growled, pressing me against the shower wall. Now the water ran down his back, splashing to the drain in the center of the floor. I abandoned his tool for his backside, running two slippery hands down the curve of his spine. His buttocks fit neatly in my palms, taut and muscular.
He must have had the same idea, because he reached around me to cup my bottom. Lifting me up off my feet, he settled himself between my legs. I wrapped myself around him for balance, arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips. He fit himself inside me finally, and the sensation was like coming home.
He rocked against me, banging against the flimsy shower wall, the water splashing rhythmically against my forehead. He held my thighs, spreading me wide and pumping within me at the same time. I could feel him move in and out with my entire soul, lifting me and letting me fall, filling me and leaving me wanting more.
I screamed his name into the running faucet, closing my eyes and holding on for dear life. His passion brought me to a better world, a place where no one was lonely, and everything was full of magic. I cried out as he hit that one spot deep inside that made me see sparks. I orgasmed on a wave of delight, my inner muscles gripping his member and refusing to let go.
He paused in his pursuit of happiness to let me have mine, holding me tight while I shuddered my release. I buried my head in his neck and felt the rain beat down on my shoulders. Still aroused, he set me back down, pulling his ship free of my dock. I hated to see him go, deflowered as I was. I didn’t need to worry; he wasn’t done with me yet.
He turned me around so I faced the wall and planted three swift kisses down my back. Stabilizing my hips, he guided himself into me from behind, picking up where we left off. His body was so familiar, almost as much a part of me as I was myself. He moved confidently, sliding back and forth in my passage. Each time we came together, the water pooled above my ass. And when he drew back, it sloshed down my legs in a glorious parody of my own juices.
He filled me until I didn’t think I could take it anymore, until I pressed back against him and begged him to come. I was so close to heaven, to that rocket ship to the moon, to the crest of the wave that was threatening to crush me. All he had to do was bury himself one more time, give me one more jolt of sizzling passion. When he gathered my hips in his hands and ground deep, I experienced euphoria again.
Inside me, his cock went live, spilling its seed, humming as my passageway convulsed around it. We were making music, the music of life. Our instruments were our bodies, and we played the song to its conclusion. He put his arms against the wall beside me, dropping his head in relief. We stood there for a long time, plastered to the wall of the tiny cubicle, dripping wet.
Finally, he relaxed enough to slide his cock free. We took turns cleaning each other off before opening the plexiglass door to allow the steam to escape. It was almost like being born, like we were lovers in paradise, waking up to a new world. The bathroom itself seemed grand in comparison to the confinement of the shower stall. I almost didn’t want to leave.
“You should take the day off,” Mike told me, kissing me on the nose.
“Only if you do too,” I bargained.
“I think both our bosses would understand,” he agreed.
We spent a good hour filling our friends and family in on what had happened before curling up on the couch and picking out a movie. Lindsey had heard the whole story from Jason, and Macy had heard everything from Dillon. They both wanted to know that I was okay and that the baby was safe. After that, they each checked in to see how things were between me and Mike.
“I’m happy to report we’re doing fine,” I said, winking at him.
We called Mike’s parents on speakerphone.
“She’s fine, Tammy’s fine,” Mike insisted.
“I’m fine,” I chimed in. “The baby’s fine.”
After it was all over, and we were officially off the hook for the day, I pulled Mike’s arm tight across my chest. We picked a comedy that wasn’t really funny, but for some reason, we both found ourselves laughing out loud. We did nothing for the rest of the day, and it was almost as good as the sex.