No Reservations - Megan Hart [53]
Nothing.
She had everything right before her that she'd ever wanted and everything she'd ever need. Leah stepped into the shower and reached around him to twist the faucet for the aromatherapy jets, and soft steam scented with lavender hissed out. Another fiddle with the faucet and the second showerhead began to spray, along with the row of pulsing massage jets jutting from the wall.
'Wow.' Brandon's voice had gone hoarse with pleasure. Just. . . wow.'
Leah laughed and pressed herself against him, her cheek on his back. She reached around to cup his balls. 'Don't stop.'
He'd paused at her touch but now his hand took up the stroking again. But Leah was no longer satisfied with watching Brandon make himself come; she had to help him along. 'Turn around.'
He did. His cock rubbed her belly as they kissed, tongues tangling around the rush of hot water pouring over their faces. Lavender swirled around them as he ground against her wet slick skin. Leah found his cock with her fist and pumped it gently before reaching to the towel rack along the back of the shower wall and throwing down a thick soft washcloth.
'Ah . . . God.' Brandon sounded strangled as she got to her knees in front of him and engulfed him with her mouth. His hand found her hair and stroked it back from her face.
His body shielded her from most of the spray and the cloth buffeted her knees from the shower's rough tile floor. She could spend an hour here, sucking and licking and tasting and stroking . . . but she didn't think she could last that long. He probably couldn't, either, not based on the familiar noises leaking from his throat or the way he was pushing into her mouth.
God, she loved sucking him. For all the times Brandon spent on his knees, worshipping her, there were just as many moments Leah found herself at his feet. She licked his shaft now, then sucked gently at the head while she cupped his balls. Her thumb stroked backwards, along the seam of his sac, and he widened his stance automatically to give her free rein to anyplace she wanted to touch him. Fuck, she loved that, too, that he was so open to anything she ever wanted . . .
Wider,' she said from around his cock.
He obeyed, putting one hand to the wall to steady himself. His other hand rested lightly on her head. Water spattered on the back of her neck as she took him down her throat, working his cock with her lips and tongue and just barely scraping her teeth along the shaft as she moved. Her fingers played along his balls and perineum, toying with his ass.
He grunted. His cock throbbed. He was close, maybe a minute or two away from coming, if she kept this up.
'Towels,' she told him.
He knew just what she meant. The towels, decadently thick, fell as Brandon jerked them off the rack. Leah spread them quickly, making sure not to block the drain. She turned onto her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. 'Now.'
He got behind her, his hands on her hips. Sometimes fucking in the shower could be a problem, but not tonight. Leah was so slick, so ready, he slid inside her smoothly. She cried out as he filled her all the way to her core. In this position the water rained on them both but didn't threaten to drown them. Leah put her head down to the cushion of soft terrycloth and pressed her ass higher, harder against him.
'Fuck me,' she said, her voice shaking.
He moved inside her, slowly at first though she knew he had to be craving speed. Delicious friction built as she matched his rhythm. His cock skidded across her G-spot, and when he reached around to press his fingers to her clit, Leah's body jerked.
It was all perfect, the timing right. He knew how to move, how to touch her, and all she had to do was let go and let him. He thrust deeper as his fingers circled. And he spoke to her, a long, low stream of words designed to push every single one of her hot-buttons.
Leah had had countless orgasms in her life, each different and miraculous, and every time