Authors: Clara James
Love In The Shower
O
ver the next four days, neither Reece nor Allie left
the apartment. The fact that Reece only had the one set of clothes he arrived
in didn’t matter, because both of them spent almost every minute of the day
naked. They made love over and over again, never seeming to tire of each other.
In fact, neither could get enough. Both would nap for thirty minutes or an
hour at a time, before starting all over again. Allie joked that they were like
horny high school kids again.
“We were never this bad when we were horny high school
kids,” Reece quipped in return, as he climbed into the bathtub and pulled the
shower curtain closed behind him. “I don’t know what it is,” he said
thoughtfully, as he grasped Allie’s soft, wet hips and pulled her back to his
chest. “I just can’t keep my hands off you,” he chuckled, drawing an arm around
her waist and dropping his chin to her shoulder.
Allie laughed throatily, as she leaned back and felt herself
melt into him. “Well, I know the feeling,” she giggled, reaching both arms
behind her and grasping his firm buttocks.
Reece instinctively flinched, bumping his hips against her
ass as she squeezed his cheeks. “Hey!” he laughed, tightening his grasp on her.
“Have you been keeping count?” she asked suddenly.
“Count of what?” his confused voice replied, his lips
brushing her earlobe as he spoke.
“The number of times we’ve made love over the last few
days?” she explained.
“Oh,” he breathed. “Umm,” he added thoughtfully. “No,” he
eventually concluded. “I think I lost track sometime Sunday afternoon. Do you
know?”
“No,” she responded, her eyes drifting closed as she flopped
her head back onto his right shoulder. “But I know that I could stay like this
forever.”
“Me too,” he echoed her thought quietly, his head moving
with hers. His jaw remained pressed against her cheek.
Allie’s fingers fell away from his butt, the awkward stretch
of her arms becoming uncomfortable. With a contented sigh, she placed her hand
over the one Reece held at her belly. She laced her fingers through his,
leaving only his thumb free to trace lazy patterns on her skin. She was acutely
aware of the fact that they’d both been using sex as a means to avoid the
reality of the situation. It was all too easy to block out the world; to shut
out any sense of time passing and just enjoy each other. Allie hoped, naively,
that they’d be able to continue to do so. However, her more rational side knew
that the facade was on the verge of having run its course.
“What are you thinking about?” Reece asked, after several
seconds of contemplative silence had passed.
Lifting his hand from her stomach, she eased herself away
from his grasp so she could turn to face him. “I’m just wondering,” she
mumbled, using both hands to scoop her damp hair away from her face, “whether
you’ve got any more in ya,” she added with a teasing grin.
Reece exhaled an audible ‘ha’, before shaking his head
slowly. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a self-deprecating shrug. “I mean,
we’re in very uncharted territory here.”
“Really?” Allie replied, grinning self-satisfactorily.
“You’ve never had a marathon sex session before?”
“Not like this,” he replied, with a tilt of his head. “I’ve
never known anyone as insatiable as you.”
Allie giggled, as she slid her hand between their bodies and
gently wrapped her fingers around his relaxed shaft. “Insatiable, huh?” she
mumbled, slowly drawing her fingers back and forth.
Reece’s eyes blurred and flickered, as he enjoyed the
familiar pleasure of her hand on him. However, there was no tightening in his
belly or warmth in his groin to suggest that his penis was responding in the
usual way. “What would you call it?” he asked, quietly responding to her
muttered question with one of his own.
“Hmm,” she hummed smiling at him, as she increased the
pressure of her fingers. “I’d say, given what’s in front of me, I have a perfectly
healthy appetite.”
Glancing down, Reece watched in fascination as she stroked
him. However, despite the sensation being incredibly pleasant, he’s body
refused to spring to life. “I think,” he whispered, his eyes still focused on
her slender fingers and their relentless movement. “Maybe we’ve reached my
limit,” he suggested softly.
“Do you think so?” Allie asked, her voice silky. She slipped
her hand away from his flaccid length and placed both hands at his hips, while
she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
“Wh-” Reece began to ask, but the rest of the word died on
his lips as he felt Allie’s tongue circle the bulbous head of his member.
Allie heard the little hitch in his breathing and smiled to
herself. She ran the tip of her tongue around the baby soft flesh of his tip,
sliding her hands down to his thighs. The water from the shower was directed at
the crown of her hand and washed down her face as well as dripping down his
torso. This was something they’d never done together; not when they were dating
or in the days they’d spent together as adults. Allie could not say with
certainty why that was the case, accept to say that she’d never enjoyed the
thought or the act of performing oral sex.
But with Reece, it suddenly seemed different. Partly because
he’d never expected it of her, but more than that, she wanted to take care of
him; to love him, just as he’d shown her how he felt. She’d fallen to her knees
without any thought. It was only as she began to run her tongue over him that
she became nervous.
She felt him begin to stir beneath her tongue, hardening and
lengthening. Allie flicked her eyes upward, catching his open-mouthed
expression of amazement. She continued to watch him, as he tilted his head to
the left and rested it against the cool tiles.
“Allie,” he whispered, struggling to swallow. “I...” he
gasped, his chest moving in deep undulations as his arousal mounted
overwhelmingly quickly.
Within seconds, he was completely rigid and Allie lapped at
the smooth skin on both sides of his shaft. She saw him struggling for breath
and was pleased that she had such an instant and profound effect on him. “Does
that feel good?” she asked, opening her mouth wide before enclosing her lips
around him.
“Oh God,” he breathed, his hands automatically falling to
Allie’s head and grasping it gently on both sides.
Allie expected him to thrust or to yank her head forward
like every other man she’d had in her mouth. The sensation caused her to freeze
for an apprehensive moment. However, Reece’s fingers simply scooped the hair
from her face while his thumbs stroked tenderly over her cheekbones. Relaxing,
Allie was once again flawed by Reece’s gentlemanly behavior; even when he was
being given a blow job, he treated a woman like a lady. If she’d been able to
smile, she would have done so.
Running her tongue along the vein on the underside of his
cock, Allie tipped her head forwards, taking him deeper until his head reached
her soft palate and she gagged a little. She quickly pulled back just enough to
hold of the reflex and continued to suck enthusiastically on the few inches of
his penis that she could comfortably fit in her mouth.
Reece’s thumbs began to move more frantically across her
cheeks, and Allie could feel his fingers trembling. “Hey,” he said tightening
his grip on her head and slowly easing her back.
Allie allowed herself to be moved, but was surprised by the
loss of heat and weight on her tongue. Her face snapped up to his and she
searched his eyes for some hint of disappointment. Would he laugh at her attempt
to please him? No, he wasn’t laughing, but he was smiling.
“Come here,” he urged warmly, bending at the knees and
slipping his hands under her arms. With ease, he coaxed her up into standing
position, before guiding her into a quarter turn. Allie then had her back
against the wall, the shower’s jets were hitting their sides and Reece’s grin
remained fixed. “My turn,” he whispered, leaning forwards and capturing her
lips in a tender kiss.
Allie was confused by the statement, but didn’t have the
opportunity to ask what he meant. As he released her mouth and began trailing
kisses down her neck, she no longer had the will to think much less speak. Her
heavy eyelids slipped shut and her head leaned back on the tiles, as she felt
his lips place butterfly kisses down her sternum. When he reached her breasts,
he kissed the inner curves on a path down. His hands worked in accompaniment,
stroking the outside of her breasts before sliding slickly to her waist.
His tongue traced her belly, moving from left to right in
zigzag patterns as he made his way down to her navel. Allie whimpered, one hand
drifting to his head and fisting into his hair, as he dipped just the tip of
his tongue into her bellybutton. He didn’t linger there long, choosing to
continue his inexorable journey south.
“Ahh,” Allie sighed, as Reece pressed his lips to her mound,
kissing her sweetly.
With his hands at her hips, his mouth drifted down, still
kissing the waxed skin around her sex, before leisurely licking between her
folds. Allie’s hips involuntarily jerked, while Reece’s tongue traced its slow
way, tasting her, until he reached her clitoris. It was engorged and highly
sensitive, in part from his gradual build up and in part from the many rounds
of sex they’d shared over the previous days.
She couldn’t prevent the clenching of her right hand at the
back of his hand, yanking slightly on his short hair. She had just enough
clarity of thought to feel guilty that she hadn’t spent anywhere near as long
pleasing him with her lips. However, all brain function shut down, as he began
to increase the pressure of his tongue and lick rapidly over the tiny bud of
nerve endings.
“Reece,” she gasped, her feet slipping wantonly apart as she
begged for me. “Oh,” she panted. “Oh, God.” She glanced down at the top of his
head, watching it move in hurriedly jerks as he drove her higher and higher.
All blood had rushed south of her waist, the rest of her body; her face, chest
and arms were tingling and numb. With a hissed, “Shit,” she bucked her hips and
ever inch of her body scorched with liquid heat. Her muscles clenched, and her
pelvis moving in tiny jerks that she could not control.
Reece came up for air, quickly replacing the warmth of his
mouth with his fingers, trying to ease her down from the orgasm. He watched her
closely, the twitch of eyelids and the quiver of her lower lip, until the hand
she held at his neck began to relax. As soon as it did, he shot to his feet,
slipping his rock hard shaft into her very willing sex. “Ugh,” he groaned
happily, before claiming her mouth with his.
She was taken by surprise, but was delighted by it. Opening
her mouth, she moaned when he drew his tongue over hers, offering her a taste
of her own salty sweetness. “Hmm,” she whimpered into his open mouth, while she
lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hip.
Tipping his face back, Reece sucked in a deep breath. “You
feel so good,” he said appreciatively, bumping his hips against hers.
Allie yelped as the head of his cock edged deeper. Each time
they’d made love, he’d been able to work ever deeper, her body becoming
familiar with him and seeming to want to welcome him further and further into
her hidden softness and warmth. “Ahh,” she panted. “Oh, Reece.”
“It’s as if this is right where I belong,” he murmured his
mouth twitching upward in a lazy smile. “This is home,” he concluded. “It’s as
if we’re not even two people any more.”
Her breath coming hard and fast, Allie couldn’t really take
in what he was saying. Her naked, wet breasts were heaving, brushing the erect
nipples over the hard muscles of his own chest. That coupled with the most
exquisite feeling of fullness, gave her the sensation that she was no longer
part of the earth.
As much as he wished he could stay like that forever, Reece
knew that it was impossible. For one thing, the primal urge to thrust was
becoming too great. He had to move, and slowly he did. It seemed almost painful
for him to pull back from her and slip out of her glove-like passage. “You’re
beautiful,” he told her, as he held himself with just the head of his member
caressing her sex. Struggling to focus with lust-filled eyes, he nevertheless
locked them on her face. “I love you,” he said sincerely, as he pushed back
inside her as slowly as he’d retreated.
“I love you,” Allie echoed, her hands moving frantically
over his wet back, unable to get a grip anywhere on the smooth skin. When his
hips met hers, she cried out, tears filling her eyes as a violent and
unexpected orgasm shook her form.
Reece remained still, a smile creeping onto his face, as he
watched the agony and ecstasy play out on her features. When her hips
unconsciously moved in an effort to prolong the sensation, he obliged her by
moving his own pelvis in a figure eight.
“Ugh, ugh,” she panted, as tiny aftershocks tingled up from
her sex and sent miniature lightning bolts to her belly.
Those sexy little noises sent Reece over the edge. Unable to
hold himself back any longer, he began thrusting hard and fast, his desire for
release immensely strong now. He knew at that point that nothing could make him
stop, if his mother were to have walked into that bathroom, he could not pull
away from Allie until he’d come. Thankfully, however, there was no appearance
from his mother, or anyone else for that matter.
Allie tried to part her legs wider as Reece picked up the
rhythm of his thrusts. The desperation of his movements, the sound of his
breathing and the way he groaned contentedly each time he was safely sheathed
in her warmth was almost as pleasurable as the orgasms she experienced with
him. She panted and moaned, as her back slid up the wall with each forceful
drive.