Page 95 of Play With Me
Nora nods, letting me lead her, naked and fucking glowing, toward the tub. I help her inside, then get the water to the right temperature.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
I’m still standing at the head of the tub, like I was before. Only this time, I’m naked too. And I’ve got my cock, fully engorged again like I knew it would be, in my hand.
I hand her the showerhead.
“Show me again, baby,” I say. “And this time I’m going to touch, if that’s okay.”
Nora nods, aiming the jet directly at her pussy. I preside over her as she lets the water pound into her flesh, stroking my cock while I watch.
Her eyes meet mine, and I nod, reassuring her. “You’re perfect, baby.”
I didn’t put the plug in, so it’s just her, naked and wet in the bottom of the tub. I’m not going to let myself come, just her, but fuck it feels good to stroke it like I wanted to that time. I pull on my balls with my free hand, gritting my teeth as Nora writhes under the water, her moans intensifying. But she doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
“Jude,” she says, her voice anxious, barely audible above the splatter of the water. “Don’t come, please.”
“I won’t, baby.” Still, I stroke. It’s better this time; I’m not so keyed up. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t come after, either.”
She’s close, I can tell. She’s breathing hard, pulling the hose up closer. Fuck, I don’t want to be made a liar—I slow down.Stroke.“Why not, love?” I ask, even though I think I know what she wants.Stroke.
“Because I want to f-feel you…” She gasps. “I want to feel you…”
“Say it, Nora. I know you can.”
“I want to feel you come inside me! I want to feel you shooting yourself into me. I want to feel it dripping out of me after, I—”
Fuck.I stop stroking, because she comes then, and I was about to too. She bucks and shakes, her back curved, tits heaving.
Oh my fucking God—this woman was next to me this whole time? She put up with my shit and watched me blather away to servers and guests and the guy at the grocery store and supported my son and me through everything big and small we went through for years, and this was her underneath it all?
I already knew she was brilliant and funny and caring behind that soft-spoken exterior. But now I know she’s a fucking smoke show who knows what she wants in bed, who uses a dildo to get off at home—Christ, has she thought about me when she does that?
Finally, Nora settles down, though her neck is still pulsing, her chest rising up and down. She’s looking at me—no, she’s looking at my cock. She turns off the jet and puts the hose back in its place. Then she reaches up and grasps me in her wet hands, taking me into her mouth once more.
“No,” I grit as I feel myself slipping down her throat, her lips brushing my base. “You should come again.”
She shakes her head but doesn’t release my cock. I groan at the feel of her, knowing if she does this for any more than a minute, I’ll be fucking it up again.
“Nora—” I can’t stay here arguing, so I pull away from her, my cock throbbing with the loss of her.
“Come here, baby.” I help her out of the tub and lift her up so my cock is brushing the back of her ass. I carry her, still dripping, to the closest place I can find—the window looking out over the hill.
I know no one can see inside, but there’s still something indescribably hot about pressing her up against the cool glass. She gasps, looking nervously behind her at the flood lights on the hill, the night skiers carving arcs down the white slope. “Jude, are you serious?”
“Is this okay? They can’t see us.”
I grip her ass and line my cock up with her swollen pussy. Her eyelids flutter.
For a minute I feel that familiar pang: that this was a terrible idea. “We can move to the bed.”
But Nora shakes her head, making the wet ends of her hair slide around her chest. “No. Stay here. I can’t really see.” She laughs then, and it sends waves of warmth through me, knocking up against the heat still roaring below.
“Now, Jude,” she whispers.
I grin, not waiting. Then I slide her down on my cock, filling her completely.
