Bracing his hand above my head on the wall, Raoul notched the head at my entrance with his other hand, and started to push into me. I loved the burn as he stretched me, loved the way he did it slowly like he was savoring every second, but I needed more. With my hands on the wall in front of me, I used them to push back the next time he thrust gently in, gasping out, “Shit,” when I almost got all of him at once.
Moving his hand from where it had been holding my hip, he slowly moved it across my abdomen and then down so that he had a finger either side of my clit. Slowly scattering kisses up my neck, he snapped his hips forward at the same time as he started rubbing around the bundle of nerves, making me groan and tighten around him without meaning to. On the next thrust in, he hit something inside me that made me almost lose the power in my legs, laughing breathlessly when he felt them shake.
“Move your arm above you and put it around the back of my neck.”
As soon as I did it, I realized why he’d suggest it because the new position made my back arch, meaning that he hit an awesome spot inside me with every single movement. Reaching my other hand back and grabbing his butt cheek, I pulled him into me with more force on his next thrust in, making us both groan.
For the next couple of minutes, all that could be heard over the sounds of the running water was our skin as it slapped together, panting breaths, and low moans. I had a moment when I thought about possibly recording it next time, figuring it would work better than those whale sounds you could get to put you to sleep, but I quickly forgot about that when he started moving his fingers around my clit again.
Nipping my ear with his teeth, he moved angled his head and growled in my ear, “You’re going to have to cover your mouth when you…” but the orgasm that had been looming for a while suddenly hit, shooting me over the edge. I was vaguely aware of his hand covering my mouth when I went to scream and him groaning against my back as he came, too, but I was too caught up in the strength of the orgasm hitting me to really register what it meant.
It felt like it went on forever as I clamped down around him, the slow thrusts he was doing now drawing it out. When it did finally leave me, I tried to lick my lips, and ended up licking his palm instead, making me chuckle into it. Feeling the movement, he lifted it away as he buried his head in my neck, panting into my wet hair. “Sorry, it was the only thing I could do.”
Apparently when you laugh, your vaginal muscles clench. I hadn’t ever thought about it before, but I sure as hell noticed it with his cock inside me. Also, apparently, a man is so sensitive after he has the best orgasm of his life, that when you laugh and clench on him after he comes, it makes his legs give way. This, I found out after I did it and had to help him back onto his feet. I thought it was just jello legs, like mine were, but he explained it to me as we got into bed and I made a mental note to do it again when we were face to face.
Turning off the light, he rolled over and pulled my back tightly against his front. “Sleep well, baby.”
Blinking into the darkness, I tried to remember how we’d slept the night before, but I’d been sexed into a coma, so nothing was forthcoming. Figuring now was the best time to break the news to him, I revealed one of my hard limits. “Uh, honey?” I whispered, squeezing his hand to get his attention in case he was one of those weird people who fell asleep the second they wanted to.
“Mm?”
“Um, I don’t spoon…” I admitted, holding my breath.
He didn’t quiz me on it and he didn’t get shitty, he didn’t even ask me to repeat myself. Instead, he just shrugged and said, “I don’t either.”
“It kinda feels like you do,” I pointed out, squeezing my arm down on the one he had wrapped around me for emphasis.
Pulling me impossibly closer to him, he sighed, “Only with you, sweetheart.”
And then the big shithead fell asleep. He really was one of those weird people who fell asleep when they wanted to, and that was weird in itself, but he’d also left me in a conundrum. I didn’t have a huge reason for not spooning, it was purely because I was an active sleeper so I needed space to move. The position we were in just now wasn’t conducive with the additional space requirement, and this meant that I’d likely wake him up at some point. That said, the weight and warmth of his arm around me was comforting, so I guess I could deal with it for one night. He’d soon learn.