“Shio.”
“Don’t. Talk.”
She nodded her forehead against mine and proceeded to wash me. The water poured over my skin and onto her. The exfoliant of the loofah and her wet shirt clinging to her curvy body all caused different feelings. The heat was loosening my tight muscles, making them heavy and relaxed, but the water pouring onto Solana’s face made those same muscles tighten back up. Water droplets from her lashes shouldn’t have been as sexy as they were. The loofah running over my shoulders and down my back shouldn’t have felt like a match, burning a trail beneath my skin.
“Why… Why, Solana?”
“Shio—”
Grabbing her waist, I flipped her body around, pressing her back into my naked frame. “Shut up. I said don’t talk.”
The loofah was still in her hand, so she began to run it up my thigh. Grabbing the hem of her soggy shirt, I pulled it over her head and flung it, and it hit the glass with athwack. She was braless and now in nothing but her mint green panties.
“Why?” I ran my hand across her chest, going from shoulder to shoulder as water bounced off her round, proportional titties. “Speak.”
“Why, what, Shio?”
I wanted to be mad that she couldn’t read my mind, but I’d be confused as fuck if I’d been begging for someone to talk to me and they show up the way I had. I moved my hand over her wet skin up to her neck. Wrapping my fingers and squeezing just enough for her to let out a soft whimper, I pulled her closer to me, her ass planted firmly against my dick.
“Why you need to replace the drugs, Solana? Why can’t you just not need shit?”
“I…They make me feel good, Shio.”
Keeping my left hand around her neck, I ran my right hand down the middle of her breasts. She tensed against my body, ass still pressed against the tip of my dick.
“How good?” My hand was now groping her right breast, my fingers purposely missing the nipple.
She gasped. “Y…Yeah!”
“That didn’t answer my question, Solana. How good does cocaine make you feel?”
“R-Real good…”
“You’ve barely experienced life, baby. You don’t know what good feels like. You think it makes you feel better than I can?”
She nodded and then shook her head to change her answer to no. I gave her left breast the same attention, again purposely missing the nipple.
“Shio…”
“Shut up.”
Squeezing her neck, I waited until I could feel the faint beat of her carotid artery before I dove into her soiled panties. Using my foot, I kicked her legs apart as my fingers found her bare lips. She had shaved probably more than a week ago because her hairs were razor sharp, showing the new growth. Still, I split the lips and began rubbing her clitoris while holding the pressure on her neck with my firm grip.
“Oh God!” The loofah dropped, and she dug her nails into my forearm as I dipped down and pressed my face against the side of hers.
“If I made you come off a kiss, imagine what I could do with my hands. With my mouth. With my dick.”
She was so fucking wet, and I hadn’t gone anywhere near her pussy hole. Her bud was hardening as I flicked it back andforth. Pressing her head into my shoulder, she panted through the small breaths she could take.
I squeezed her neck again, cutting the last one short. “You think that shit can make you feel better than this?”
Her knees began to buckle as I sped up my movements.
“No… No! Nooooo!”
“I don’t think you’re being truthful. Just a pretty little fuckin’ liar.”
“Shioooooo! I’m… I?—”
