Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

He slides his tongue over my nipple, his hands sliding between my thighs. I start to shake. I'm pooling with need. I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me.

But he doesn't stop. He lavishes my breasts with attention, rubbing his wet thumbs against one nipple while he sucks on the other. I feel pangs of want in my sex, a building tension. I could almost swear I'm going to come from this, that he's going to suck me to an orgasm.

"Luke," I groan.

He responds by sliding his tongue over my chest, tracing the outline of my nipple. He flicks his tongue against me, soft then hard. Then harder and harder, until it almost hurts.

He strokes my inner thighs, so, so fucking close.

Then, finally, he stands and kisses me. It's so much harder than before, so much more intense. He reaches for the showerhead. Fuck. It's detachable.

He moves closer to me, presses his lips to mine again. Then it's his entire body, hard against mine. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him harder and deeper.

"Turn around," he says. "Hands on the wall." He plants a soft kiss on my neck. "Can you stand?"

I nod.

"Not now, Ally. Will you be able to stand when you're coming so hard you're shaking?"

"Hold me."

He moves behind me and places a hand firmly on my hip. I lean into him, pressing my back against his chest, my ass against his cock. I close my eyes, quivering with anticipation.

I feel the water streaming onto my stomach. "Tell me if it's too much." He kisses my neck again. "Too hot or too cold." He slides his hand around my hip, resting it just below my belly button. "Or if it feels so fucking good you can't take it anymore."

No way in hell.

I groan, arching my body into his. He brings the showerhead to my shoulders and works his way down. It streams over my chest, the lightest pressure. He slides his free hand over my nipples as he moves the showerhead across my chest. I close my eyes, leaning into him to inhale the sensation. It's so warm and soft, somehow touching me everywhere all at once.

He brings his lips back to my neck, sucking this time. His touch is so light, lighter than the water. A tidal wave of want surges through me.

He moves it down, slowly, along my stomach down to my inner thighs. Closer and closer...

And closer...

Jesus. My thighs buzz with pleasure. How the fuck can water do that?

I turn my head to meet his mouth and he kisses me deeply. His hand slides down my torso until it's inches away from my clit. He moves the water closer and closer, until it meets his hands.

And then it hits my clit.

My sex clenches, a dull ache. Luke moves his hands over me, spreading my lips apart. He moves the shower head up and down, over every inch of me.

I squirm, my hands digging into the hard tile wall. He does it again and again. It's a sweet, warm pressure like nothing I've ever felt before. It's everywhere, warming up every part of me.

I close my eyes and inhale the sensation. Luke brings his mouth to my ear, sucking hard on the lobe.

"Luke," I groan.

The water streams over me, so warm and soft. The pressure inside me grows, tighter and tighter.

I lean into him. His breath is heavy, strained. He moves the showerhead over me again and again and again. It's almost too good, too intense, too much to take.

"Fuck," I say. "Don't stop."

He does it again and again, moving faster. The water streams over me, hitting every nerve in my cunt. My body buzzes with pleasure and I get closer and closer and closer. One more time and the pressure is so much, so intense, so fucking good.

"Luke," I groan as an orgasm rushes over me. I press my hands into the wall, pushing my body against his. His cock presses against me. He's still hard.