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While she was in the bathroom, he moved about collecting what he wanted to use for their scene. Even though they no longer belonged to the club where they’d met, he still thought of planned sex as a scene. It wasn’t a bad idea. Women were cerebral creatures turned on by words and communication, whereas men were predominately more visual. Sharing with Penny what he was going to do to her in bed always turned her on; invariably wet before he laid a single finger on her, or in her! He chuckled lewdly at his own joke. The power shower was on. Hurriedly he stripped and went to surprise her.
Chapter Fifteen
David stepped in withher; she’d hoped he might join her. Reaching for the shower gel, he soaped her all over, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs. He handed her the bottle when he was done and she washed him, leaving his engorged penis until last to tease him. Finally her soapy hands took his length into her palms and slipped up and down the hardened length of him. His groans delighted her but when she dipped down and took his rinsed member between her lips, he allowed her only a few sucks before he took control. Grasping her hair and wrapping it around his fist, he tugged her upright.
Widespread hands spanned her shoulders, pulling her back against his nakedness. His thick cock pressed firmly into the cleft between her buttocks, both a torment and a pleasure as he rubbed it against her tender punished flesh. His breath grazed her ear.
“I’m taking you in here tonight.”
“In the shower?” she asked.
“In here, yes... and later, here...” Hands reached down and grabbed her arse cheeks, kneading them. What had begun as discomfort suddenly morphed into pleasure. The sting warmed by his hands spread deeper, becoming a more profound sensation, one that sent sparks to her core. Slowly his touch moved away up over her flanks; she sighed, feeling bereft. He spread his palms wide and slowly smoothed her slick flesh, travelling up over her torso where he stopped to cup and weigh her breasts. Limp with sensation, her head fell back onto his shoulder. She was his to do with as he wished, putty in his hands. Fingers plucked and pulled the tight buds of her nipples; white-hot desire shot to her core as a circuit of pleasure formed and travelled in electric waves around her body.
“You’re all mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she agreed. If this turned out to be temporary, she’d make the most of each heady second. She didn’t even want to think about how she’d cope without him, not after experiencing everything she’d ever dreamed of and more. She loved him without reservation, which left her open to unimaginable pain should she find herself returned to her own dimension.
His arm slipped around her with ease since they were both so wet, moving as one. His mouth descended. All coherent thought dissipated. Physical awareness was all that remained; his touch, his taste, his presence. The sound of cascading water fused with the pounding of her heart and their soft unguarded moans.
He pushed her back against the wall, directly under the head of the pulsing shower and knelt at her feet. Fingers spread wide held her in place as he pressed his face to her sex. Thumbs parted her labia and she watched heavy lidded as he laved her pussy, not once grazing her clit, tauntingly, teasing. She shifted her hips to try and move into the path of his tongue but his palm held her firmly pinioned in place.
One, then two fingers entered her, and pumped. She ground against them. Finally he touched her clit, and she soared as he sucked and flicked at her sensitive nubbin; within moments a starburst of pleasure flooded her consciousness. He was on his feet; strong arms supported her as her knees folded. Lifting her, he wrapped her legs around his hips, the welcome prod of his cock sliding home with a satisfying fullness. As he pounded his length into her, she clasped his shoulders, purchase difficult as her hands slid across wet skin.
Acute awareness of their joined bodies coupling combined with jubilation at the act of being taken by the man she loved overwhelmed her. Another powerful blaze of ecstasy shook her. Her head dropped back, exposing the length of her neck. His lips fixed to the point where her shoulder met her throat, teeth grazed her flesh as she screamed his name.
Snaking his hips, he surged forward and fucked furiously. A shout of triumph drowned her sighs and moans. He froze in place, every muscle rigid at the pivotal point of release. The pulse of his cock added a frisson of more pleasure to her own orgasm.
Lowering her legs to the floor, she stood in the circle of his arms, her head buried in his shoulder as they both took unsteady breaths. His hands lifted either side of her face, pushing the wet hair from her cheeks. His gaze locked with hers. Tears filled her eyes and tracked downward. Thumbs swept them aside. She watched as a slow smile spread across his mouth.
“I made you cry.”
She nodded, too emotional to speak.
“I’m glad. I made your other self cry too, it adds evidence to the fact you are both the same person, both mine. I love you.”
She wept harder. He gathered her close. For a long moment they stood entwined and silent. A warm torrent flowed over them. David suddenly lifted her into his arms and stepped out of the cubicle; placing her on the bath mat, he grabbed a towel and swirled it around her. Turning his back, he switched off the shower.
