the water ran down my aching flesh. i felt my soaked hair cling down my back my eyes were closed. i opened them and he slipped into the shower with me.
“what’s happening short stuff?”
i starred at him like a drenched puppy. he picked up the bar of soap and i turned to face the wall under the pouring water. my back arched and ass pushed outward towards him. i felt his soapy hands roam over my sore muscles. my eyes closed again, my lips parted and my hands pushed against the wall to hold me up. his hands traveled in unison on opposites sides of my body from my ass, up my hips, onward to my back, lingering at my breasts, under my arms and ending at my hands glued to the wall.
the shower head moved away from my head as he rinsed the soap from my body. one hand glided into my folds and i prayed for him to slip inside of me. i prayed and prayed, instead the shower head crept between my legs. i pushed down against it while the water stimulated my nerve endings. his free hand reached around to tug at my nipple and his mouth clamped on the flesh of my shoulder blade. i moaned as he bit down harder and growled. my body shook as his teeth dug deeper into my flesh while the shower head pushed firmer against my cunt. my knees betrayed me as my body jerked to the orgasm. my face met the wall as i caught my breath.
my hand slipped between my legs to feel the wetness and my face cracked a slight grin of satisfaction.
i laid in a bed of wetness panting with exhaustion.
“do you want to wash up?”
suck in a breath, “yess.” suck in a breath.
“look at what you did to me,” he growled when i found my way into the bathroom.
i starred at his back. i saw the indentations of my nails along with broken skin. “i am not sorry for what i did, you deserved it.”
he laughed at me as he adjusted the water in the tub. i kissed the cuts on his back and slipped into the tub. i watched him soap up a wash cloth he looked funny.
“i am fucking tired, you beat the shit out of me and i fucked the shit out of you.” i smiled as the washcloth traveled around his cock and balls. “we don’t have sex or make love, we fuck.”
“is that so?”
i know that is not entirely true. but i let him bask in his testosterone high.
i laid there crying after telling him i was going to come. the phone was glued to my ear. there was several moments of what felt like verbal chaos. then i heard him cum. when i heard his moans and words filling my ear i couldn’t help but shove the vibrator against my burning clit. i had to come with him, i had to because he sounded so wonderful. it lasted for so long that i wish i could have recorded his orgasm.
when the eruption of noises ceased between us i laid there legs spread panting like a cock starved slut. i was breathless and couldn’t talk. if anything i just wanted to be at his side so i could hear his heart racing back to normal.
i may be weary, but i am still hungry.
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