So it was going to be one of those kinds of sexy times—the kind where my lover got bossy and kinky. Though, wasn’t that pretty much every time?
I stretched my hands up and gripped the bar, having to step on the balls of my feet to reach it.
JC stood back and surveyed me, his eyes darkening. “Perfect.”
Perfect? If he wanted me to not let go no matter what, he’d better get on with the games. I could already tell that this particular version of our favorite activity was going to give my arms a workout.
But I liked it. Even with no idea what he had planned, I liked it. My skin was already covered in goose bumps, and it wasn’t because the water wasn’t hot enough.
JC reached one finger out and ran it lazily from my collarbone down my body, passing over one nipple that puckered at his touch, then lower, circling my belly button on the way to my cunt. He stopped, right above my slit and peered up at my face with hunger. “God, you’re beautiful, Gwen.”
And you’re torturing me, I wanted to say, but all that came out was a ragged hiss of breath as his finger sank between my folds and found my clit.
“You like this, don’t you?” He drew a circle, so light it made me squirm.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Do you like it better when I touch you here with my finger or with my mouth?”
Did he seriously think I could choose? “Both.”
He sank slowly to his knees. “Good. Because I like both too.” Leaning forward, he replaced his finger with his tongue. After one long lick down my seam, he pulled back and asked, “What I’m wondering, though, is what else you like touching you here.”
My heart pounded furiously in my chest, the anticipation turning me on as much as anything he’d done so far. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached for the handheld sprayer and adjusted the head to the pulsing massage.
Uh, yeah. This was going to be good.
I’d used a vibrator before, but we hadn’t gotten around to using one together, and I’d never used a shower nozzle, at least not for pleasure. I shivered with excitement.
JC smirked, noticing my reaction. “Oh, you want this, do you?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
He teased me a moment longer, using the sprayer on my nipples and the inside of my thighs, everywhere but on the aching spot between my legs. By the time he focused the jet on my clit, I was desperate.
The pulse of the water was strong, and almost instantly, I felt the tension growing inside me. I writhed under the pressure. Every nerve was on fire, every cell in my body about to combust. When he added two fingers to my cunt, crooking them so they hit my walls, I was a goner. My release rolled over me in waves, ebbing and flowing until it reached the tips of my fingers and toes.
I was still coming when JC stood, dropping the shower extension, and lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. He entered me with one controlled thrust, sliding in so deep that his balls slammed against my ass. With his hands digging into my hips, he pounded into me, over and over and over.
My limbs felt weak, and my hands started to loosen on the bar.
“Don’t you dare let go. You let go, and I won’t let you come again.” He liked that—liked telling me what to do. Liked controlling me when he was buried in my cunt.
I swore. My arms ached, and with the raised position and all the blood flow going to another part of my body, my fingers were beginning to numb. I didn’t care if I came again. I wasn’t even sure I could stand it if I did.
But I liked it when JC controlled me—as much as he did, if not more. I adjusted my grip and prayed he came fast.
Without slowing, he moved his hands to my knees, pulling them up higher around his waist. The new angle changed where he hit me—each stroke gliding across my G-spot, his pelvis now rubbing against my clit on every thrust—and soon another orgasm was brewing, even stronger than the one I’d had before.
“You’re about to come again.” He could read me so well. He knew my sounds and my expressions. Knew the way my pussy clenched when I was getting close. “You’re about to come again, and I want you to scream when you do. You got that?”
I whimpered in response. I didn’t have the strength to form a simple word. There was no way I’d have the energy to give him what he asked for.
But he wasn’t asking—he was demanding. “Scream, Gwen. Come on, we’ll go together.”
“Can’t,” I cried softly. “I can’t.” Except the storm inside me was beginning to rage and roar and then it was thundering, rolling from my cunt through my torso, up, up, up to my throat.
JC’s face contorted with the effort to hold on for me. “Screammmm!” His climax caught on his command, every muscle rigid as he slammed hard and stilled, spilling inside of me in a long drawn-out groan.