“Pressure, huh?” She took a step closer to me and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure at her touch. “How’s this pressure working for you?”
“It’s, ah ... just about perfect.” I dropped my head, closing my eyes as the water sluiced over my hair. “God, flower child. You just ... you touch me and I’m gone.”
Samantha laughed softly. “Why do you call me that? Not complaining, just curious.” Her thumb brushed over the head of my dick, and I had to swallow hard to keep from dropping to my knees.
“Uh.” I tried to remember what she’d asked me. “Oh, yeah. Well, you make me think of those pictures I remember seeing of the hippies in the sixties. You know, the protesters and all the women with the flowers in their hair. When I saw you the other day, and you got all fired up about injustice, that was all I could think about—you with flowers in your hair, wearing a long skirt and a T-shirt with no bra underneath.”
She pumped me a little faster, the water streaming down to rinse the soap from my shaft. “That’s oddly specific. I did have on a long skirt last night. Is that what pushed you over the edge?”
“The edge?” I was having trouble focusing just now on anything but her wickedly talented fingers.
“Yeah. Was my skirt what finally convinced you to make your move?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Maybe. It didn’t hurt.” I braced one hand on the slippery tile of the shower wall. “If you’d gone without the bra, I might have thrown you down in Evans’ driveway.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Without warning and without releasing her hand, Samantha dropped to her knees and gracefully took me into her mouth. And this time, it was more a moan than a groan wrenched from my throat.
She moved her lips over me, her tongue making languid sweeps and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand continued to pump below her mouth, while the other cupped my balls, which were tightening dangerously.
“Mmmm.” Her hum of pleasure sent warning shockwaves through me.
“Baby ... I’m going to come. If you don’t want to—aghhhh.” I couldn’t finish my sentence, as she fastened her lips around the head of my cock and ran her tongue right over the slit. My hips bucked forward.
“Not going anywhere. Give it to me.” Her eyes met mine, and she smiled around me. “I want it all. I want all of you.”
Whether it was sensory overload, the vibration of her voice or what she said, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The climax hit me with the force of a tank, rolling over me and threatening to knock me flat on my back. I roared out a single word that I only realized belatedly was her name.
Samantha stayed with me, milking every last drop of my orgasm from my quaking body. She rubbed her fingers along the inside of my thigh before pressing her lips lightly to the same spot.
Gathering the last vestiges of my strength, I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her, kissing lips that were still smeared with my own essence. “Holy fuck, babe. Holy freaking fuck.” As I spoke, I ran my hand down her spine, over her round ass and between her legs, delving my fingers into the slippery folds there.
She shivered. “You don’t have to ... you know. You said you were in a hurry.”
“The day I’m in too much of a hurry to enjoy a beautiful naked woman in my shower is the day they may as well shoot me and plant me in the ground.” I found her clit, already swollen, and pressed it with my middle finger. “God, flower child. You’re so wet.”
“Mmmmm.” She rested her forehead against my shoulder, her hands gripping my upper arms. “Right there. Right exactly there.”
“Yeah?” I moved my hand around to the front to get better access. “Like this? Is this good?”
She moaned, spreading her legs further apart, though I wasn’t certain that she was conscious of the action. “Very, very good. A little harder.”
“Don’t worry, babe. I got you.” I rubbed against the bundle of nerves with my thumbs, and as tiny gasps shook her body, I thrust one long finger inside her, curling it to hit the right spot and pumping in and out. “Ride my hand. Hold onto me, and make yourself come on my fingers.”
Samantha’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she threw her head back. The water from the shower hit the top of her head and snaked over her closed eyes and down her cheeks, but she didn’t seem to notice. I bent and licked one drop as it meandered down her cheekbone.
She lifted one leg to wrap around mine, her movements more frenzied now than before. I felt myself getting hard again, which had to be impossible after the massive come I’d just had ... but then again, I couldn’t remember ever being with a woman who turned me on like the one who was currently grinding her sweet pussy against my hand.
I added another finger to my ministrations, thrusting both inside her and increasing the pressure on her clit. Her fingernails dug into my skin, and her mouth fell open.
“God, oh, God, oh, God ... Max. Maaaaax.” Her channels clenched at my fingers, and her body bowed backwards, her center pushing toward me. I slid my free arm around her upper back just to keep both of us from ending up on the slippery floor of the shower. And since this position meant her tits were basically in my face, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, I took the opportunity to suck one puckered nipple into my mouth.
Rampant desire and pounding need made me reckless as I’d never been before. Samantha flinched as I suckled her, hissing at the overwhelming sensations, but she didn’t pull away. I kept my hand between her legs, continuing my relentless strokes.
“Again, baby. Come for me again. God, when you do ... it makes me insane. I need to fuck you, Samantha. If I can’t be inside you right now, I’m going to die right here and now.” So saying, I turned, pushing her back against the shower wall, and before I could stop to think or consider, I grasped my stiff cock and thrust inside her, seating myself fully on the first plunge. She was so slick, and the sensation was so incredibly fucking beyond anything I’d ever experienced, that for one heady minute, I didn’t realize what I’d done.
As though she could read my thoughts, Samantha dug her fingers into my ass, almost as though she were keeping me in place.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, I promise you. I never, ever—without protection. But God, please don’t stop. Take me hard and fast. Don’t fucking stop.”
