She cooed in response, and I bit down, feeling her body murmur against me in complete, unadulterated delight. “Oh god, Lex,” she whispered as the water drizzled down and the steam rose up around us. “You know how to fuck me so well…”
I released one hand to clutch a fistful of her hair, and I tugged backwards, holding her face up near the glass. Before the steam could completely cloud our vision, I forced her to watch us fucking in the large mirror, just a couple of yards straight ahead.
“That’s right, just like that,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. “Fuck me with your huge cock…”
At first, I ignored the request, relinquishing my grip on her skin and withdrawing from inside her. But before she could mutter her dislike, I changed my mind… and pulled her from the shower, wiping my feet off on the mat just outside.
Confident in the grip of my soles against the tile, I spun her around, lifting her up beneath her buttocks and supporting her against the glass wall. The water continued to drizzle on the other side of the glass as her ankles wrapped around my hips, clasped together into the small of my back.
“Oh wow… oh fuck,” she groaned, enjoying the position as she realized what I had done. Now, she could rest against the wall, completely supported by my strength, and watch me plow into her again and again in the mirror.
“Lex… goddammit, Lex…”
My lips forced themselves down on hers, and I lifted her just a few degrees higher, giving myself a better angle to penetrate her on my cock. I loved how she was growing accustomed to the length, and within a few minutes of this, she was relaxed enough to allow my full length inside.
Once I was hilting her, feeling her slick, warm pussy clamp around my thick, throbbing tool, I felt my mind melt into a blissful paradise.
There were no stresses now.
No bellyaching publicist friend.
No rivals, dangling for what was mine.
No concerns over corporate contracts.
There was only the way that our bodies intermingled, our blood pumping through our veins as we fucked each other, so blissfully full of life and passion.
The sex I’d had before?
Mechanical. Just a means to an end, a way to release my own personal drug – a blinding mixture of endorphins and chemicals that flooded my head, giving me the high that let me forget all about the darkness in my past.
When I fucked, it all went away.
I could sleep at night… fitfully, sometimes, but at least it was something.
With Riley, though… it was as if an entirely new height was being reached. Even form the start, I’d felt something different about the ways our skin pressed together, and our bodies bent for one another.
I felt my restraints falling apart.
Riley was moaning at the top of her lungs now. I could feel her body tense up as she released a mighty scream, unimpeded by thin walls or the need for privacy. She let loose every ounce of strength she had, lost in the throes of passion as she came hard around my cock.
And as her pussy clenched, desperate to milk me dry, I felt my body grow rigid. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and my limbs stiffened, pinning her into my embrace against the walls. Her fingertips were digging deep into my shoulders as my balls seized up, and I exploded with a roar of blinding ecstasy as my cock drained itself completely dry inside her – pumping the hardest, thickest, most voluminous orgasm I’d ever experienced in my entire life deep into her wet, sopping chasm.
She was experiencing a multiple orgasm around mine, and when her rapid heartbeat finally began to slow down, and her tense grip on my muscles started to relax, she looked me in the eyes with a completely defenseless gaze.
“Did… did we just come together?”
My chest was heaving as I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathlessly responded. “I think so.”
“Oh god, Lex, I didn’t really think that could actually happen,” she murmured in my ear, resting her chin onto my shoulder. “I mean, I’ve heard about that kind of thing, but it seemed so… unlikely… you know?”
I nodded again. “I know what you mean…”
Gently, I set her back to the ground, and we popped back into the shower to clean off the sweat from our furious fucking. We enjoyed the steam of the shower, taking our time in washing each other off, tracing the outlines of each other’s bodies as we bathed one another.
Inevitably, one thing led to another, and I was taking her nipple between my teeth as her fingers wrapped lightly around my stiffening cock…
About two hours later, we were finally resting in bed, where we had finally wrapped up our marathon sex for the moment. My thoughts were ricocheting around in my head, and I felt the undying compulsion to finally speak my mind…
And to take a very dangerous step forward.
“What is it that you want, Riley?” I asked her as she ran her fingertips along my chest. “What do you want out of this?”
She turned her head, gazing fiercely into my eyes. I could sense such strength and determination in those retinas that they almost burned into my own.
“What do you mean?”
I paused, collecting my thoughts.
“We both know that I’m going back in a few weeks. I understand that your life is here… your friends are here… but… have you given any thought to…”
“To coming back with you?” Riley finished my question, her catlike gaze still focused intently on my eyes.
“Yes,” I replied truthfully.
Riley maintained that gaze for a few moments, not speaking a single word. As the silence dragged out, she turned her head back, settling it against my chest again.
“So that’s a no,” I answered.
“That’s a… deceitfully complicated question,” Riley replied. “Everything that I know and love is here. Are you actually asking me to give it all up to return with you to England? My friendships, my life, and my entire world… it’s here in New Orleans. You would ask me to drop it all?”
I realized the mistake I had made now.
I’d pushed her too hard.
I’d reached for too much.
“Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to go to England,” Riley told me. “I grew up watching British sitcoms, classic episodes of Doctor Who. I can tell you all about Daleks and Cybermen and Ice Warriors… I can recount tales of Gallifrey and Skarro, of Davros and the Time Lords…”
“You know your stuff,” I observed.
“You present an interesting opportunity,” Riley thought aloud. “And I understand that this is a painless way to make a clean break. I can return with you and submerge myself in Great Britain, although that might set me back a little on the painting front…”
“You will have all the room you need to paint,” I whispered.
“Is that so?”
“You should see Lambert House,” I told her, recalling the estate fondly. “It stands proud and tall in the English countryside, down a long, winding road lined with beautiful trees…three stories tall with a sprawling basement and a massive attic, a thick wall all around for privacy, and magnificent gardens lining the front and the back… my cluster of orange trees bloom so brightly in the spring, growing the most delicious citrus you’ve ever tasted…”
“You paint a compelling argument,” Riley whispered. “Will I have a studio?”
“I know just the room already,” I thought wistfully. “On the west side of the house, with a great glass ceiling, where the sunlight catches just right no matter if you work at noon or sunset. The oranges and yellows of the horizon are so beautiful there, and you’ll have enough space for a small gallery in that room alone… and a raised platform for your work.”
“It sounds very beautiful,” Riley murmured, closing her eyes to picture it. “Are there any closets?”
“Several,” I answered, “clustered near the raised flooring. There’s plenty of shelving, several bookcases… and ample light. You can store absolutely anything that you need, and if it’s somehow not enough… I
can always call out my contractors to install more space for you. Anything that you need.”
“You actually mean that, don’t you, Lex?”
“Absolutely.”
Riley considered this carefully, her fingertips still stroking along my bare skin.
“Can my friends come to visit sometimes?”
“I see absolutely no reason why not.”
She turned her face one last time, regarding me cautiously and carefully.
“Why me?” Riley finally asked.