“Ooff. Damn, babe.”
She giggled.
He rolled her under him. “You tired, pretty baby?”
“A little stiff from being on the bike, but it was a beautiful ride up here.”
“Yeah, it was. How about we go get a bite to eat, maybe try out that brewery? We can walk there. Then we can come back here, and I’ll ravish your body.” He began to tickle her.
She squealed. “Crash, stop. I give.”
They strolled hand in hand down to the brewery pub. There was a nice outdoor area in front, so they ate outside, enjoying the end of the beautiful day. After they’d finished, they sat and had a beer watching the traffic go by and listening to the music that came from the pub.
Afterward, they strolled back to the motel and took a long hot shower together. Shannon barely cleared the door of the room, before Crash was pulling her clothes off and dragging her into the shower. Pushing her back under the steamy spray, he picked up a bar of soap and soaped her body, his big hands running all over her slick skin.
The bar of soap shot from his hands and dropped to the bottom of the shower
“Slippery little sucker,” he joked, going to his knees before her. When he got there, she noticed he’d forgotten all about the bar of soap in his shift in attention to her belly.
“You did that on purpose,” she called him on it. “Dropping the soap. I’ll have to remember that one.”
“I know I’m going to.” His strong arms encircled her bottom, and he pressed her close, holding her tight while his mouth trailed over her belly button, her tattoo and lower.
“Crash,” she called out, grabbing for the curtain rod and the shower head.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl. I won’t let you fall.” His eyes looked up at her, a
nd she dropped her arms, her fingers threading through his wet hair.
She watched as his eyes moved from her face to her breasts, and her hands stroked his head lovingly. There was something extremely erotic in having this man kneeling at her feet, looking up at her so adoringly. She watched his eyes move to her breasts, and she felt his hands clench her ass, squeezing, kneading.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, Shannon. Perfect, so perfect, Princess.” His hands stroked over her wet skin up to her hips, to her small waist, to her rib cage and finally closing over the soft slick globes of her breasts. His head lifted, his mouth latching onto one nipple, and her head fell back into the spray of water as the drawing pull of his mouth shot through her. Water sluiced over her face and head as the shower poured down on her, trailing down her neck, shoulders and breasts.
He pulled back, and she looked down to see him shaking the water from his head. His eyes connected with hers, and they laughed. Then he saw the stream of water running down over her breasts and pouring off her nipple like some erotic waterfall, and his mouth moved under it, opening to catch the stream in his mouth. They laughed, and then suddenly he was on his feet and pulling her from the shower. He grabbed her up, his arms locked around her thighs and carried her to the bed where he dropped her on it. He came down on top of her, dripping wet.
Neither of them caring that the bed was getting wet as they rolled around battling for the upper position. Crash finally let her have it, scooting back against the headboard and ordering, “Climb on.”
His palm went to her hip as she threw her leg over his hips and settled down on him in one smooth glide. His other hand gripping the headboard behind him, he ordered, “Ride me.”
Her hands went to the headboard over his head, and she began rocking against him, her eyes on his face, watching him as his eyes couldn’t seem to choose between her breasts bouncing in his face or his dick disappearing inside her. After a few minutes, his head fell back, and his eyes settled on her face, taking in her flushed color and the way her breath panted in and out with her exertions. A sheen of sweat was forming on her body.
He grinned. “I like watching you do all the work. It’s sexy as hell watching you move on me.” She breathed harder, moving more urgently. She was getting close. His hand moved between them, his thumb stroking over her. “You getting there, baby?”
She nodded.
“Fuck, I love watching you when you’re about to orgasm.” He hooked a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her down, his mouth going to her ear. “You’re so fucking hot, Shannon. I want to feel that moment when you clench that pussy around me and come all over me.”
His dirty talk was enough to send her bucking over the edge, clutching the headboard as her body slowly stopped. Her breathing heavy, her arms went limp, and she fell against him. He caught her to him, his arms enfolding her, holding her close until the tremors of release subsided.
When she was melted all over him, he eased her to her back, keeping their connection as he rolled on top of her. “Can you feel me, Shannon?”
He brushed the hair back from her sweat slicked forehead, his eyes searching hers.
She nodded.
He pushed forward, letting her feel that he was still big and hard inside her. He began to move slowly, gliding inside her, stroking in and out.
She moaned under him.