“Someone’s excited,” he said, kneeling down in front of me as he pulled my legs over his shoulders.
I was powerless to stop him. His tongue found my folds, and I arched my back so far I could see out the window behind the tub. The heat and passion between us was out of this world. My body contorted as I slid my hand over the edge of the tub and down to the bottom. He lifted my thighs up, putting me into a twisted backbend.
Jake’s face was buried deep between my legs, licking and sucking until my legs shook so hard that I collapsed. He immediately picked me up and carried me into the standalone shower stall, which was big enough for the two of us.
Then he reached for the water and turned on the shower. Within seconds both of us were standing under the rainfall showerhead, letting the water cascade over us as our lips intertwined. His hardness instinctively found my pussy, the same one he had just brought to climactic pleasure.
I leaned face-first against the cold tile wall. Jake slid his hand down my ass and whipped his wrist, giving it a slap. The sting was surprisingly arousing, and I pushed my ass toward him, beckoning him for his long, hard erection. Jake then set one foot up on the shower shelf and gripped my waist, sliding his cock downward through the rushing water that cascaded over my back. When he reached my pulsating pink lips, he pushed, thrusting deep inside me.
His groans intensified as he pushed and pulled in and out of me, I began to whimper as his movements increased. Faster. My breath became so fevered I thought I’d pass out.
“Oh God,” I screamed as he drove into me.
My fingers pushed against the slick tile walls as he sent my body into ecstasy yet again. When he gripped my waist for more leverage, quickening his tempo in and out, I exploded into another orgasm. While my knees wobbled, Jake pushed deep and held it there as I shook around him.
He then sat down on the bench within the shower, and I slid my wet, naked, trembling body on top of his. As my drenched legs spread across his, he cupped my supple breasts. I slowly lowered myself down on his thick cock and immediately began to bounce. It was as if my body yearned for him, needed him, and once I had him, it did with him what it wanted.
Sex with Jake was like an entirely different experience. One that I didn’t know I needed until I actually had it. He had brought out the carnal woman in me.
Jake grunted and thrust upward as I bounced, meeting me at the base. He sucked on my neck as I screamed out his name, begging him to never stop. I thought the second orgasm had drained all of my energy, but he made it clear that I would be trembling yet again.
He laid his perfect body down on the shower floor, allowing the water to bounce off of his rock hard chest. I watched his reflection in the transparent shower door as he motioned for me to get on. My quivering legs stood over him as I looked him in the eyes. He immediately placed his hands on each of my calves, steadying my body as I slid him back inside of me.
This time his body beneath me was even more euphoric.
Every inch of him was filling my insides, begging to go deeper than before. I leaned back, and he sat up, putting my left breast into his mouth. While watching him nip at my pink nipple, my body twisted and turned against him. His fingers dug into my skin, and I could tell he was on the edge of ecstasy.
“Oh, God!” Jake screamed, and I felt it. I felt how all of his nine inches throbbed against my walls as he exploded.
My head dropped as he pushed upward. With my mouth wide open, I embraced every last drop of what he was giving me.
“Jake!” We stared into each other’s eyes as we rode it out, both of us exhausted from the intense experience.
Afterward, I collapsed on top of him, my soaking wet breasts pushing into his hard chest as the water continued to pour down on us.
Finally, I used the handle in the shower to pull myself to my quaking legs. Jake cracked his neck with a chuckle as he stood up from the floor of the shower. Grabbing the luffa, he lathered it with soap and began to wash my body. It was sensual, personal. I closed my eyes, feeling his caring touch as the hot water streamed down me. It was the most intimate moment I had ever experienced.
When the shower was done, we quietly dried off, staying close. I took Jake's hand and led him to the bed, where we climbed beneath the covers, curling up for sleep. It felt good when he pushed up against my back as we dozed off in bed, knowing Jake would be there in the morning. I hope and prayed we could find a way to never let it end.
* * *
When I wokethe next morning, I didn’t feel Jake's legs intertwined with mine as they had been all night. My bed even felt lighter. I immediately sat up, looked over, and realized that he was no longer in it.
My heart began racing as I pictured him, leaving in the middle of the night. He was afraid of having Caley seeing that he’d spent the night. It suddenly hit him how big of a commitment that would be.
I called out his name. Silence.
After throwing on a robe, I went into Caley’s room to check in on her. When I saw that she wasn’t in there, I rushed downstairs while calling out both of their names. I started having flashbacks of the nights when Cam didn’t come home.
As I whipped around into the kitchen, I stopped, letting out a breath of relief.
Caley stood on top of a stool wearing an oversized apron. She held a spatula in her hand, and the batter was all over her face. Jake helped her form circles with the mixture in the pan.
“Good morning,” he said and smiled at me.
I was still coming down from my panic attack, so all I could do was smile back.
Jake gave me a wink. “I made coffee."
