“That’s it. We’re coming together.”
I nodded as he reached for my swollen clit. “Oh, fuck!” The tension inside of me continued to build. Each thrust was harder than the last and I knew he was almost there. “Turn me around,” I begged, needing to touch him.
Travis did, pulling out of me, and lifting me up. My legs wrapped around him as his cock impaled my sex. I held on to his shoulders as he held my ass. Only a few more thrusts and I called out, “Jesus, Travis, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, babe.” Again, he reached between us and teased my clit, his hips moving with mine. Our wet skin slapped one another and our breathing labored.
“Now! Fucking now!” he growled in my ear as my body ripped into a million pieces.
I melted against him, my body limp. Holding me under the spray, Travis kissed my neck, his cock still inside of me.
When my words returned, I looked up, the spray still covering us. “I was supposed to be thanking you for earlier.”
He flashed his lopsided grin. “You did, sweetheart, you did.”
As he lowered me to the shower floor I looked down at my feet and the pooling water. My legs were Jell-o and my body felt enjoyably sore.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked.
“I’m at your service, Mrs. Daniels.”
Kissing his cheek, I looked back toward the drain. No wonder the water wasn’t emptying: it couldn’t, not clogged with all of that hair.