Washed Up (Bayside Heroes)

Every centimeter blazes a fire in us both, and we hiss and gasp and moan as I fill her all the way to the brim. Amanda’s cheek is against the tile, her mouth parted in a longing sigh, hands gripping the tile as best she can as I withdraw and flex in again.

“Oh, my God, Greg,” she cries, reaching back for me. “Holy shh—”

I grab her wrists, holding her arms behind her back as I slide out and back in, over and over, my pace quickening. Her hands wrap around my wrists in return, holding on for dear life as I pound her from behind. My thighs smack against her ass, and I watch my cock disappearing into her tight pussy with a guttural groan on my lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” I lean in and breathe against the shell of her ear, sucking the lobe between my teeth.

She moans, arching even more, and I release her wrists to wrap my arms full around her and hold her close, slowing my pace.

I kiss her neck, biting and sucking the skin as I flex in harder and deeper, slower, making sure she gets her wish to feel every fucking inch of me.

“Yes, yes, right there. Yes,” she moans, and with that announcement, I reach around her and between her legs, seeking the hood of her clit.

Going down on her, while enjoyable for both of us, was also a bit of research. I wanted to know what makes her legs shake, what drives her close to her climax, what buttons to push to get her free-falling through a universe of stars.

I rub gently, circling with my forefinger and middle finger giving just the right amount of pressure. Then, I cup my other hand over her breast, pinching and rolling her nipples as she grinds her ass against me.

I let her take control, let her swallow my cock with each rock of her hips, getting the angle and depth she wants. And I feel it, when she’s close, how her pace picks up, how when I answer her thrust for thrust, she loses her breath altogether.

And then she spirals, crying out and moaning my name and digging her nails into my ass as I push her to the finish line. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing and pulsing and teasing my own release as she rides out her orgasm.

Then, with a shudder and a long exhale, she falls limp in my arms.

I chuckle, holding her steady as I kiss along the back of her neck, slowly flexing in and out of her. “Don’t give up on me yet, baby.”

That fires her up again, her lips curling into a smile as she twists her entire body to face me. As soon as she does, she loops her arms around my neck, hiking one leg up to invite me in again.

“Never,” she promises.

I take the weight of her, wrapping one arm around the small of her back as I bend and tilt my hips for just the right access. I slip inside again, groaning at how she’s somehow even tighter after climax. She’s more wet, too, and I slip in and out of her desire, the arm not wrapped around her holding us steady against the shower rack.

Amanda bites her lip, watching me fuck her, and her hands crawl over her body, sensual and confident until she’s palming both breasts.

I curse at the sight, at those juicy tits bouncing in her hands. She moans and writhes and fucks me like a goddamn porn star, and I combust, wrapping her in my arms and pulling her deep onto my shaft as I find my release.

My body zings and numbs and shreds to pieces as I spill inside her, moaning and flexing deeper, like I can’t consume enough of her to ever be fully sated. My orgasm is lingering and robust, and I can’t stop flexing, can’t stop trying to chase it for even longer, to see how long I can make it last.

When I’m finally spent, Amanda and I both collapse into a heap of bodies on the shower floor, the water already starting to run cold as it washes over us. We pant and stare at each other, and then Amanda smirks, and I let out a laugh, and we slump back against the tub walls and just take in the view.

“That…” Amanda says, still panting as she shakes her head. Then, she swallows, licks her lips, and crawls over to me, maneuvering until she’s straddling my legs. “I want to do that again.”

She cuts my laugh short with a hot, needy kiss, and I wrap my arms around her, already growing hard again with her tits in my face and her pussy slicking against my shaft.

“Now?”

“Right now,” she says, biting my lip as she rolls her hips against me.