When I returned to the bathroom and checked the water, it was just a little warmer than what was usually comfortable, but exactly what I needed. I stepped in first, letting the hot water cascade over my back as I pulled Lia in after me. I kissed her as the water flowed over us, and I reached up to curl my fingers through her hair as I held her mouth to mine.
Without breaking our kiss, I skimmed my fingers down her sides and then around to her front. I brought them up to cup and lift her breasts with my thumbs flicking lightly across her nipples.
Lia moaned into my mouth, and I kissed her deeply but still slowly and softly. I explored her body with my hands, pressing my chest to hers and reveling in the sensation of her touch on my back. I wrapped my arms around her and turned her around slowly until my chest was to her back, and she was facing the stream of water.
“It’s really hot,” she said.
“Is it too much?”
“Not quite,” Lia said, “but close.”
“Trust me,” I whispered against her ear. My lips pressed to her neck, and my hands moved back to cup her breasts again. I maneuvered her a little more into the stream of water and dropped one hand down to her stomach. With circular movements, I massaged her stomach and thighs as the heat from the water penetrated her skin.
Lia leaned back against me and moaned.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Very.”
With my hand moving between her thighs, I used one foot to tap her legs apart a little so I could reach her better. I used two fingers to rub gently over her outer lips, then pressed and moved my fingers apart. As I angled her body into the stream, the hot water began to flow right over her pussy.
“Oh, shit!”
“Too much?” I asked.
“I…I…no,” Lia stammered. “It’s…intense.”
“Exactly.”
I rubbed the outside lightly, but let the hot water do the rest of the work. Lia began to squirm against me, and her ass pressed firmly against my stiff cock. I sucked at the top of her shoulder, then kissed down her arm as she pushed back harder until I couldn’t take any more.
Running my fingers over her once more, I shut the shower off, picked Lia up, and carried her back to the bed. I placed her in the center of the towels and then crawled over the top of her, kissing her all the way. When my fingers found her entrance again, I watched her face carefully.
She tilted her head up and pressed against the towel, eyes closed.
“Not as sore?” I asked quietly.
“Much better,” she said with a nod. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me. “That felt incredible. I didn’t know if I would come just standing there like that, but it felt as good as a massage does.”
I smiled down at her, kissed her stomach, and then moved up a bit to give her nipples some attention. The cool air on her wet skin was causing them to constrict and stand up—just waiting for my mouth to warm them again.
With more moans from Lia, I ran my tongue over each nipple and then took the first one in my mouth. I sucked lightly and then ran my tongue all around the edge. My hands continued running up and down from her hips to her shoulders until Lia was writhing under me again and squeezing my forearms tightly. My fingers made their way back between her legs, smoothly parting her lips and making way for the head of my cock.
She shivered as I took my cock in my hand and ran it up and down her folds a few times before centering on her opening. I moved my hips forward extremely slowly, and I watched as her body opened to me and enveloped me, tip to shaft.
Exquisite.
I buried myself in her, held there for a long moment, and then slowly pulled completely out. Lia groaned in protest, but my cock was right back at her pussy, pushing down inside of her as slowly as the first thrust had been.
“Jesus, Evan!”
I looked up at her, and my skin warmed to see her laid out before me like that. I could see my cock sliding back out of her, watch her face tighten in protest as I slipped back out, and hear her soft moans as I filled her again.
Perfect.
Because my brain must hate me, it chose that moment to remind me that this could be it—this could be the last time I would be inside of her like this. Once morning came, and I told her everything, I had to be prepared for her to walk out on me.
This had to count. Mean something.