Page 55 of Double Shot
The second time I told him I loved him I smiled as his dark eyes closed and such a bliss painted his darkly angelic features, as though he listened to the sweetest sound ever made for his ears and it made me smile, too. Just us, just he and I and the endless hot water and steam – not all of which was created by that hot water.
He slid his hands up over my body and went back to kissing me, asking me, eyes closed, lips and teeth grazing the skin over my hip, “You trust me, don’t you Shady?”
“Of course, I do,” I said and he smiled again like my voice made the sweetest sound and he nudged my legs apart.
He looked up at me and said, “I want to go down on you,” and I nodded, breath catching because honest to God, IlovedKyle’s mouth on my pussy.
“Just relax for me, baby,” he whispered. “And remember… I’ve got you, Shady.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded, not sure what to expect, but then his mouth was on me, tongue delving between my pussy lips seeking out that kernel of pleasure and I gasped, leaning back hard against the stone shower wall behind me as he gripped my sides with his hands above my hips and went to town with his mouth, licking sucking, and I swear to God swallowing me whole.
I tipped my head back, fingers finding his hair, and I moaned.
He took his hands down, caressing over my hips, over the tops of my thighs, taking his mouth from my mound for just a second, glancing up at me before with a swiftness no man should possess matched equally by his strength, he hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted mebodilyoff the shower floor. My arms went out to my sides, palms flat to the glossy stone walls to catch myself as Kyle settled the backs of my thighs onto his shoulders and he put his mouth back on me.
“Oh, God!” I cried, head thrown back, gasping, the shower spray going over us, pelting him in the back as he worked me with his lips and tongue.
“Relax, Shady,” he murmured as I trembled in his grasp and I finally did. Relax, that is, letting the wall hold me up at my back, my hands leaving it and fingers tangling in his glossy black hair, hauling his mouth tighter against me. He groaned in delight against my body and I cried out, gasping, panting, as he took me up high and higher still settling me and keeping me on the precipice.
I panted and gasped wantonly, wordlessly begging, my eyes opening to slits vaguely aware of Conan’s blurry figure on the other side of the glass shower walls picking up our discarded clothing. He stood and smiled at me, approval all over his hard and handsome face as he took us in for a moment. He nodded and turned, ghosting back out of the bathroom as Kyle tongued my clit, teasing it just right and with a cry I came all over his face, gripping his hair tightly, pulling his head back and meeting his eyes as the orgasm destroyed me from the inside out and remade me.
He smiled and pressed a lazy kiss to my pubic hair, nuzzling my lower abdomen before asking, “Ready for another one?”
I whimpered in disbelief in response, my fingers nerveless now and simply resting against his hair as he chuckled darkly and said, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, my Shady girl.”
He put his mouth against me and I let out a strangled cry as he started working me up all over again.
I don’t know how many times he made me come that way. Twice? Three times? Each more devastating than the last until I achieved that utter nirvana of disconnectedness where I felt as though I were simply floating. He set me down then, keeping his hands on my hips, making sure I was steady as he climbed to his feet.
I trembled against the shower wall, my knees together, feet akimbo, hands wrapped around his forearms to keep myself on my feet and he smiled as though he’d unlocked some sort of achievement or had earned himself some sort of a prize.
I closed my eyes and shook and shook and shook and he kissed my forehead gently, waiting until the trembling subsided to a degree he was pleased with.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered as I stabilized on my feet, then before I knew it his hands were on the outsides of my thighs, wrapped around the back, pressing me back against the shower wall all over again as he lifted me onto his cock.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, fitting my mouth to his as he plunged up inside me, my cry of pleasure muffled by his kiss as he grunted and set his usual, punishing rhythm that I was both accustomed to and absolutelyadoredout of him.
I gasped or cried out with every one of his thrusts as the head of his cock rode over that spot inside of me, stroking me to life from the inside as readily as he had from the outside with his tongue only moments before.
I dug nails into his back and he threw his head back, giving such a satisfied gasping moan that served to turn me on all the more, which I hadn’t honestly thought possible.
“Oh, God!Kyle!” I gasped his name as I drew so very very close to yetanotherorgasm and when it hit, I wrapped myself around him as my pussy milked his straining cock for everything it had to give.
“God, Shady!” he cried and both of us winded and trembling, he pulled from me and set me down.
He washed every inch of me carefully after that, and when he shut off the tap, we were all but prunes.
He left my side only long enough to grab towels, winding one around his narrow hips and securing it, taking his time to towel my hair from wet to damp and my body from wet to dry before leading me into the bedroom.
Conan lay in bed, his cock tenting his lounge pants, his chest bare and a laptop resting on his stomach. He looked up at me and smiled as Kyle guided me into the bed.
“Lose the pants, mate. You good with Sadie taking you for a ride?”
Conan set the laptop aside immediately and thrust his pants off, down to his knees as I got onto the bed. Kyle whisked my towel away and kissed the back of my shoulder quickly saying, “Ride him, baby. I’m going to grab some lube.” I smiled and straddled Conan, leaning over the top of him, his arms going around me, kissing him soundly as I writhed my wet pussy up and down his length, not penetrating. Not yet.
He grunted below me, his hands traveling over my nude body with care and appreciation. I pushed against his chest and looked down at him, biting my bottom lip and writhing some more at a slightly different pressure and pace.
“You good with this?” I asked, double checking.
