Clearly he was getting in this shower with her. “Don’t you want to go to the bed?” she asked tentatively. The whole wet thing, standing up, cold tile . . . it all seemed a little dubious to her. She and Pete had abandoned the idea of sex in the shower early in their marriage because she’d never been able to get wet enough to make it work, and Pete would have taken it as an insult to his manhood if she had suggested a lubricant. So they had just ignored the subject and found other places to have sex.
“No, I don’t want to go to the bed,” Elec said and stepped into the shower, thoroughly invading all of her personal space.
Wow, that was a lot of hard man pressing against her. Tamara had nowhere to go, and he was warm and the tile behind her was cold, so she moved closer to him, gasping in pleasure as her ni**les brushed against his skin, and his erection nudged her while the hot water rained down on them.
“I want you,” he said, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her shoulder, “so freaking bad.”
“Take me,” she said, feeling all her inhibitions evaporate the way they always did whenever Elec touched her. He had the most amazing way of touching her right there and making every nerve ending in her body stand up and do a happy dance.
“Hot and wet,” he said as he stroked his finger inside her.
“The shower?” she asked breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders and moving her knee out so he could go deeper.
“The shower . . . you . . . everything between us.”
She knew exactly what he meant.
Making little sounds of encouragement, Tamara closed her eyes against the water spray and rested her forehead on his shoulder as he stroked inside her at the perfect angle with the perfect pressure. She should do something, she should participate, she should at least stroke him in return, but he was hitting that place that made her lose all thought, all breath, all speech.
“Don’t come,” he whispered in her ear.
“Why not?” she managed to say into his slick, damp flesh. And if he objected to her having an orgasm, he needed to stop hooking his finger like that inside her.
“Because I want you to come with me inside you,” he said, pulling his finger out of her.
Damn it, that was disappointing. “I can come both ways,” she assured him.
Elec pressed her against the tiles and she gave a yelp at how cold they were, but she was immediately distracted by Elec’s pushing her feet apart with his. He was kissing her neck, lapping the water off her chin, sucking her ni**les so hard that she felt the sting of pain intermingling with pleasure. Assaulted by sensation, Tamara shook her hair, which had fallen out of its knot, out of her face, and ran her hands over his hard, muscular back. She was covered in goose bumps, from the mix of hot and cold, from the light, shimmering touches of his fingers, to the damp trail he left across her skin with his tongue, and she shivered.
“Cold?” he asked her.
“A little.”
Elec reached up and adjusted the spray so it was running down her shoulders and back, then he said, “This should help, too.”
And with no warning whatsoever, he pushed his erection inside her.
Tamara sucked in a breath hard, then forgot to release it. She just held on to a lungful of air, silent and immobile, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his hardness thrust into her deeper than she would have thought possible. It felt amazing, like an erotic mixture of hot and cold, hard and soft, and she threw her arms back against the tiles to grab something, anything, to hold her up. When he’d entered her, she had gone up on her tiptoes on instinct and from impact, and she realized that her toes were tingling so she dropped back down onto the balls of her feet.
Which sent him so deep inside her that they both groaned out loud.
“Holy shit,” he said.
Her thoughts exactly.
“Oh my God,” Elec said, gripping her waist hard. “Do that again.”
It hadn’t been her intention to do anything other than release the pressure in her toes and arches, but let him think she had some tricks up her sleeve. Tamara went up on her toes, which pulled her up off of him slightly. She flattened her feet again, and dropped down hard onto his erection a second time.
Even expecting it this time, it still shot aching tremors throughout her midsection. Wow.
“You move on me,” Elec told her, and she could hear the excitement in his voice, hear that he was spinning out of control.
The idea that she had gotten him to that point was so titillating that she didn’t even hesitate.
Squeezing his shoulders for leverage, Tamara pumped up and down on him, without thought or any particular skill, just with enthusiasm and desperation. The sudden orgasm rocked her, and she moved harder as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, her muscles contracting over and over. Her foot slipped on the wet floor, but she didn’t stop until she had eked every last second of ecstasy from that orgasm.
When she slowed down a little and remembered that breathing was essential to life, Elec didn’t give her a chance to rest. He slammed her back up against the tiles and pinned her there, thrusting with such a single-minded ferocity that Tamara came again, so overwhelmed by sensation that she whimpered as it rushed over her. If he hadn’t been nailing her to the wall, she would have slid straight on down it.
“Elec,” she said for no apparent reason.
“What, baby?” he asked, leaning forward and kissing her, his lips damp and warm from the shower stream.
“I . . . I . . .” She had no idea what she had intended to say. But she recognized that feeling building inside her as he stroked in and out, his finger sneaking between their bodies to tweak her clitoris. She knew that feeling, but she couldn’t quite believe it. Never, ever in her entire life had she had three orgasms in one sex session and she couldn’t possibly be going to do that again.
His erection buried inside her, his finger on her clitoris, Elec flicked his tongue across her nipple and Tamara couldn’t believe it, but it was actually happening.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m coming again!”
“And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.
Then he paused and she felt his orgasm join hers.
Together they held on and moaned and pulsed in harmony, and Tamara thought it was quite possible that she had stopped existing for any purpose other than to feel this way every second of every day.
When Elec finally stopped moving, she was a gelatinous mass of sexual nerves, replete and satisfied, and upright only because he was holding her that way with both his arms and his penis.