Flat-Out Sexy(36)

"No, I don't want to go to the bed," Elec said and stepped into the shower, thoroughly invading all of her personal space.

Wow, that was a lot of hard man pressing against her. Tamara had nowhere  to go, and he was warm and the tile behind her was cold, so she moved  closer to him, gasping in pleasure as her nipples brushed against his  skin, and his erection nudged her while the hot water rained down on  them.

"I want you," he said, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her shoulder, "so freaking bad."

"Take me," she said, feeling all her inhibitions evaporate the way they  always did whenever Elec touched her. He had the most amazing way of  touching her right there and making every nerve ending in her body stand  up and do a happy dance.

"Hot and wet," he said as he stroked his finger inside her.

"The shower?" she asked breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders and moving her knee out so he could go deeper.

"The shower . . . you . . . everything between us."

She knew exactly what he meant.

Making little sounds of encouragement, Tamara closed her eyes against  the water spray and rested her forehead on his shoulder as he stroked  inside her at the perfect angle with the perfect pressure. She should do  something, she should participate, she should at least stroke him in  return, but he was hitting that place that made her lose all thought,  all breath, all speech.                       
       
           



       

"Don't come," he whispered in her ear.

"Why not?" she managed to say into his slick, damp flesh. And if he  objected to her having an orgasm, he needed to stop hooking his finger  like that inside her.

"Because I want you to come with me inside you," he said, pulling his finger out of her.

Damn it, that was disappointing. "I can come both ways," she assured him.

Elec pressed her against the tiles and she gave a yelp at how cold they  were, but she was immediately distracted by Elec's pushing her feet  apart with his. He was kissing her neck, lapping the water off her chin,  sucking her nipples so hard that she felt the sting of pain  intermingling with pleasure. Assaulted by sensation, Tamara shook her  hair, which had fallen out of its knot, out of her face, and ran her  hands over his hard, muscular back. She was covered in goose bumps, from  the mix of hot and cold, from the light, shimmering touches of his  fingers, to the damp trail he left across her skin with his tongue, and  she shivered.

"Cold?" he asked her.

"A little."



Elec reached up and adjusted the spray so it was running down her shoulders and back, then he said, "This should help, too."

And with no warning whatsoever, he pushed his erection inside her.

Tamara sucked in a breath hard, then forgot to release it. She just held  on to a lungful of air, silent and immobile, eyes rolling back in her  head as she felt his hardness thrust into her deeper than she would have  thought possible. It felt amazing, like an erotic mixture of hot and  cold, hard and soft, and she threw her arms back against the tiles to  grab something, anything, to hold her up. When he'd entered her, she had  gone up on her tiptoes on instinct and from impact, and she realized  that her toes were tingling so she dropped back down onto the balls of  her feet.

Which sent him so deep inside her that they both groaned out loud.

"Holy shit," he said.

Her thoughts exactly.

"Oh my God," Elec said, gripping her waist hard. "Do that again."

It hadn't been her intention to do anything other than release the  pressure in her toes and arches, but let him think she had some tricks  up her sleeve. Tamara went up on her toes, which pulled her up off of  him slightly. She flattened her feet again, and dropped down hard onto  his erection a second time.

Even expecting it this time, it still shot aching tremors throughout her midsection. Wow.

"You move on me," Elec told her, and she could hear the excitement in his voice, hear that he was spinning out of control.

The idea that she had gotten him to that point was so titillating that she didn't even hesitate.

Squeezing his shoulders for leverage, Tamara pumped up and down on him,  without thought or any particular skill, just with enthusiasm and  desperation. The sudden orgasm rocked her, and she moved harder as the  waves of pleasure rolled over her, her muscles contracting over and  over. Her foot slipped on the wet floor, but she didn't stop until she  had eked every last second of ecstasy from that orgasm.

When she slowed down a little and remembered that breathing was  essential to life, Elec didn't give her a chance to rest. He slammed her  back up against the tiles and pinned her there, thrusting with such a  single-minded ferocity that Tamara came again, so overwhelmed by  sensation that she whimpered as it rushed over her. If he hadn't been  nailing her to the wall, she would have slid straight on down it.

"Elec," she said for no apparent reason.

"What, baby?" he asked, leaning forward and kissing her, his lips damp and warm from the shower stream.

"I . . . I . . ." She had no idea what she had intended to say. But she  recognized that feeling building inside her as he stroked in and out,  his finger sneaking between their bodies to tweak her clitoris. She knew  that feeling, but she couldn't quite believe it. Never, ever in her  entire life had she had three orgasms in one sex session and she  couldn't possibly be going to do that again.

His erection buried inside her, his finger on her clitoris, Elec flicked  his tongue across her nipple and Tamara couldn't believe it, but it was  actually happening.

"Oh my God," she moaned. "I'm coming again!"

"And it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said.

Then he paused and she felt his orgasm join hers.



Together they held on and moaned and pulsed in harmony, and Tamara  thought it was quite possible that she had stopped existing for any  purpose other than to feel this way every second of every day.

When Elec finally stopped moving, she was a gelatinous mass of sexual  nerves, replete and satisfied, and upright only because he was holding  her that way with both his arms and his penis.                       
       
           



       

Gradually she became aware of the fact that her skin was wrinkled from  the constant water stream, that her hair was stuck to her cheek and neck  in saturated hunks, and that her calf was in spasms from being forced  to tense repeatedly.

But she didn't care one whit. She was just going to lie there against that tile for the rest of her life.

Or until Elec moved, which he rather unfortunately did before she was  ready. When he backed up, she was certain she was going to drop to the  floor and get a closer view of her less than stellar housekeeping, but  Elec startled her by sliding a hand under her thighs and picking her up.

"Ack!" she said, flapping her arms around with zero grace as she struggled to find her balance. "What are you doing?"

"I'm ready to go to the bed now."

"What are we going to do there?" she asked. He couldn't possibility be  capable of a repeat performance so soon, and there was no way that she  could be touched by finger, tongue, or penis without leaping ten feet in  the air. All that water and all those orgasms had left her  hypersensitive and she suspected it would just be downright painful if  he tried anything.

But she kept all those thoughts to herself, because she tended to be a  worrier, and maybe for once, she should sit back and see how it all  played out.

Elec shot her an intense look. "We're going to do whatever you want." He  stepped out of the shower and walked across the bathroom.

She couldn't believe he was carrying her so easily. That was incredibly  sexy, but she was still enough of a priss that she heard herself say,  "Don't we need a towel?" They were dripping a whole heck of a lot of  water all over her ceramic tile. The carpet would be even worse.

"No. The bed will dry us off. And what it doesn't dry on you, I'll lick dry."

"Oh." My. Goodness. Did that mean she was supposed to lick him in kind?  Because while it sounded shocking, she thought she could get into a  thorough exploration of that hard body.

In the bedroom, Elec set her down on top of her fluffy white down duvet,  and didn't drop her or look like he was gasping for air. Tamara grabbed  the pillow and plopped it down over her stomach and various other  important parts. She couldn't help it, it was just instinctive, and she  still wasn't comfortable with giving him a big old look-see in the  bright afternoon light.

Elec made a sound of impatience. "Move the pillow," he said.

"No."

"Don't you trust me?"

He almost sounded wounded and that relaxed her enough to release some of the tension in her shoulders. "Of course I do."