It was loud, sloppy, pure, unadulteratedbliss.
I really hadn’t thought I had another position in me, but when I realized I couldn’t reach her clit without leaning all my weight on her, I pulled out and sat back on the bench.
“Come here,” I rasped, my words barely sounding like words. “Get on me.”
I guided her knees back onto the bench, one at a time, then scooped up the rest of her.
This exact position—her straddling my lap, knees braced on either side of me—had flashed through my mind dozens of times yesterday morning in the salon.
I turned her face toward me and kissed her soundly before pushing her back down onto me.
This was really going to befast.
With my hands on her waist and my toes curled against the shower floor, I moved her up and down my dick. We found a rhythm quickly, and just like in the salon, Ireland reached back and looped her arm behind my head, arching her back and kissing me. My mind was such absolute white noise that I wasn’t even sure that I kissed her back as I pumped into her, but her lips on mine were still perfection.
“Adair,” she gasped when I reached down and played with her, stroking her clit before pinching it between myfingers.
She took over the movements then, riding me fast while I rubbed her clit and stroked my other hand up her chest to knead her tit. When the buzzing in my spine started spreading, I gritted my teeth and pinched her nipple and clit at the same time,hard.
A shout tore from her as she arched further, and at the first contraction of her pussy around my dick, I started coming, sparks falling across my vision like tiny shooting stars in the shower.
“Ireland,” I commanded.
She angled her head to meet my eyes just as I released into her, coating her insides. Her breath stuttered as she gyrated on my lap, brow furrowing as she watched me just as intently. I took her lips again as another burst of release shot from my body. Then I broke entirely, whispering nonsense into her neck while rotating my hips and giving her every last drop I had.
I was mostly a man of science, but that dumb male part of me waselatedat how much cum I’d just unloaded into her body.
When I thought of getting her pregnant, my dick jerked inside her again and Ireland gasped, looking at me with wide eyes.
I just nodded at her as if she’d asked a question, my hands still cupping her in the most possessive way possible.
We were really ruining our water bill, but I still didn’t care about that as I collapsed back against the shower wall and Ireland sank against me, her muscles as spent as mine.
“Perfect,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
When she started to squirm a little while later, I helped lift her off me, watching in stunned reverence as my cum dripped down her inner thigh. I reached forward andpushed it back inside her, freezing when my fingers were all the way in.
Who the hell was I right now?Neverhad such a desire overtaken me. Not even close.
Glancing up at Ireland, I found her staring down at me with parted lips. I went to ease my fingers out, but she caught my wrist, stopping me.
She looked as surprised by that as I was.
I smiled tentatively and circled my fingers inside her. She dropped her head back and breathed deeply, holding my wrist through it.
I repeated the motion, and she looked back down at me with a bewildered expression. “No way,” she rasped. “No way I can come again.”
If that didn’t sound like a challenge.
I took my fingers out long enough to turn her around, then put them right back in, swirling my release inside her. I hadn’t had nearly enough time with this part of her body. Not with my fingers, anyway.
I pressed my thumb onto her sensitive clit and kept it there as I explored, my gaze never leaving hers, watching every tell and expression.
She squirmed, I pressed harder. She stiffened, I moved on. She panted, I kept doing what I was doing.
When she lifted her foot onto the bench and started bucking into my touch, I knew we were close.
Encircling her ankle on the bench beside me, I anchored her to me as I bent forward and sucked her clit into my mouth.
