Rampant

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just got a bit cold, I guess.”

He shifted their positions, putting her under the stream of warm water and pouring a generous amount of shower gel into the palm of his hand. “My turn,” he said, with no small amount of relish.

The odd feeling that she had experienced was chased away when he started to lather her breasts and abdomen, his hands moving in a slow rhythm, covering her easily, his gaze constantly on her as his hands stroked farther down over her hips and between her legs.

She had to lift her arms and wrap her hands around the showerhead, to hold steady when he started moving his large hand back and forth over her pussy.

“Good job this is fixed to the wall so securely,” she said, breathlessly, as he proceeded down her thighs. Between what he was doing, and what he looked like, her body was aching to be filled, to be taken roughly and pushed to climax.

Turning her round, he shampooed her hair with care and attention, and then soaped her back and her bottom, his fingers exploring all her intimate places.

Zoë could barely stand, by the time he was done with her and turned her to face him, and she had to cling to him. He kissed her while the water rinsed them both off.

Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, with his erection squashed against her belly, he felt as taut as a bow.

Damn you, she thought, damn you for being such a bloody good lover and for using it to get round me. Nevertheless, she wanted him and she wanted him so badly that she would have got down on hands and knees and begged him to fuck her right there and then.

“Please, Grayson,” she whispered against his mouth, her hand closing over the swollen head of his cock. “You’re driving me crazy. I’m so turned on.”

“You’re not the only one.” His voice was low and gruff. Turning off the faucet, he reached out and grabbed a towel, quickly wrapping her in it as she stepped out of the shower.

She darted for the bedroom, unable to wait to get dry, and sat on the bed. Tall, naked, and gleaming wet he approached her, and the very look of him made her sex clench in anticipation.

Damn you, she thought again, her emotions clashing, and snatched at him. With her hands locked around the hard line of his hips, she pressed her fingers demandingly into the firm muscle of his gorgeous arse, and took his cock into her mouth.

He gave a ragged moan and his fingers moved into her hair, stroking her. His response showed her she could charm him, too, and she was glad of it. In that mood, in that moment, asserting herself over him was desperately important to her.

Stroking the underside of his cock head with her tongue she moved one hand to cup his balls, the other still applying pressure on his firm behind, keeping him close against her as she rode his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Need to be inside you,” he said, and she realized he was close to coming.

She rested back, hands flat on the bed, catching her breath as she watched him cross the room to grab a condom and tear it open. The way he rolled it on, with his fist locked around it, looked so goddamn sexy.

“Ready?” A teasing smile passed over his expression and then he moved, fast, like a jungle cat descending on its prey.

So sure of yourself, she thought, feeling almost resentful of his sexual power over her. She moved fast, too, turning onto her hands and knees, and scurrying across the bed.

But he reacted just as quickly. One large hand closed around her ankle and he hauled her back, winding her. She grappled for something to hold on to, clutching uselessly at the bedcovers, but he had her. He dragged her back to the edge of the bed and locked his hands around the front of her hips. Before she could even try to resist, he had pulled her upright onto her hands and knees.

“Oh, dear God!” she cried out, when she felt his tongue in her groove.

He’d knelt down behind her and wrapped his hands around her thighs, to keep her from moving. Shuddering, she moaned uncontrollably when he licked, stroked, and sucked on her exposed pussy with slow deliberation, and then pushed his tongue inside, lapping at her sex.

“Delicious,” he said, his breath on her sensitive folds infuriating her tender flesh.

She felt debauched, exposed and trapped all at once. The way his tongue explored her had her clit swollen and pounding. Her body was on the verge of release. Then, when he held her pussy lips apart with his fingers and sucked on her clit, her back arched, and she cried aloud, her sudden climax making her hot and restless from the top of her head to her toes.

With her head hanging, she panted for air, her skin burning up. She ached for more of him, and he was right there. He had her hips held tightly in his hands. Her bottom was in the air and he stood between her legs. Anticipation coiled deep in her core. Then she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Her body swayed in his grip. Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched his face as he eased his way in, his jaw tight, his eyes focused, his damp chest rising and falling.

As the walls of her sex were stretched apart, her head dropped.

He pushed inexorably on.

She mewed aloud when the head of his cock wedged tight against her cervix. Her breathing was way out of whack, the sheer pressure of his erection there making her dizzy.

His grip on her hips was unforgiving, as if he had his own point to prove, and she couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to. He stroked her back with one hand, soothing her tailbone while her cervix burned, then he drew back, and began to thrust. Zoë was gone on it, her entire nether region burning up as he gave it to her, riding her relentlessly, his hips churning into her over and over until she came, crying out as she did so.