Clay started fucking her hard, using the elbows hooked under her legs to keep her open to each thrust. Melody tightened her hold on him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She forced his mouth back to hers, their kisses frenzied as Clay fucked her, and Melody reveled in the claiming. Teeth clashing, tongues brushing, their low moans evaporated to shallow pants of pleasure as the tide rose.
Melody didn’t even have a chance to be stunned; all she could do was give in to the fierce race to completion. Pressed hard against the shower tiles, open wide to the thick, swift slide of Clay’s cock in and out of her, every demanding thrust pushed her closer to oblivion. Finally it was too much. The fall was swift, powerful, and all-consuming. She trembled and cried out. Awash in bliss, she managed to reach a pinnacle with Clay she’d only found on her own before.
Shaking in his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her system, Melody jerked Clay down with her. His thrusts became faster, more erratic before he stiffened in her arms and shuddered from the force of his climax. Then they were lost in the same sea, coasting on the same tide.
Melody wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Clay’s harsh breathing teasing her ear and his massive body wrapped up in hers. Tiny pulses of pleasure radiated from her pussy and flooded into her arms and legs. She could feel the jerk of Clay’s cock inside her and knew he was having the same aftershocks. Words were gone, obliterated completely, because they’d both been reduced to trembling wrecks in the aftermath of such furious orgasms.
Weak and sated, Melody’s head fell back against the tiles once more, and Clay took the invitation to drag his tongue up the line of her throat. When Melody made a sound of appreciation, he started licking and kissing her neck. His worship was gentle, endearing, and it had her clenching around him because her skin was still extremely sensitive.
When their heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing evened out, Clay nipped her chin and asked, “You okay?”
She gave him a lazy smile. “I’m great.”
He returned her smile, his chest puffing out with well-deserved male pride. “You wanna get down?”
“No, I wanna stay here forever.”
“Me too,” he said softly and then winced. “But it’ll probably get old real fast.”
She shook her head in denial. “Nuh-uh.”
Stubborn and bullheaded as usual, he set her down despite her rather colorful complaints against it. It was a good thing he was still holding on to her, because Melody’s legs gave out once her feet touched the shower floor. Her thighs ached, her pussy even more so because Clay was certainly built proportionally.
“Ouch,” she moaned, still holding on to his big shoulders. “Dang, you’re big, Clay. I ain’t seen a man as big as you.”
“Did I hurt you?” Clay asked quickly, sounding concerned. “I should’ve gone slower.”
“Hush,” she snapped at him. “If you say one bad thing ’bout what just happened, I’ll smack you.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” Clay laughed despite the concerned scowl still making deep impressions in his forehead. “Still, I should’ve been more gentle.”
“I liked it rough,” she promised him, waggling her eyebrows to prove her point. “So stop complaining. I think I can feel my feet now.”
She thought that would be enough to have him letting go of her, but Melody realized if she wanted to get clean, she was going to have to do it with Clay still holding on to her. So she grabbed the bath scrunchie and body wash and started washing up.
“You ain’t got any real soap in this shower?” Clay asked, his big body draped over hers, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind as she worked at scrubbing her arms. “I can’t go to the Cellar tomorrow smelling fruity. Wyatt’ll never let me hear the end of it. You know how he yaps.”
Melody giggled, her body still pleasantly humming from the aftermath of their encounter. She held up the bath scrunchie for him to smell. “It’s cucumber melon.”
“Oh, that makes it better,” Clay said drily. “Last I checked, melons were fruit.”
“But cucumber’s unisex. I think you’ll smell nice.”
Clay buried his face in the curve of her neck, hiding under Melody’s long, wet hair, which clung to her neck and shoulders. He grabbed the scrunchie from her and took over the task of washing. Melody leaned back against him. Her eyes closed to the feel of his large, soapy hands sliding over her skin, thinking it was really nice to have someone she trusted enough to take care of her.