I let my fingertip slip over lher pussy, flicking gently inward. “More, please.” Flora's voice was distant but eager. Her tone alone hardened me. My erection cried out in my soaked denim. I couldn't take it anymore.
I turned flora around to face me. She winced from the pain in her leg.
“Are you—” I started to say.
She cut me off by kissing me and pulling me deeper into the shower with her. Her back slapped against the tile, if it hurt she didn't acknowledge it. The water cascaded down my back, I was soaked, but all that mattered was Flora's lips. They pressed against me both fast and violently while still maintaining an earnest tenderness.
“Fuck me,” she begged, tearing at my shirt. I leaned back and tore it off.
She kissed at my chest and popped the button on my jeans. I took over, sliding them down and tossing them onto the opposite sink. They landed with a heavy slap.
Flora's hand reached into my skin-clinging boxers and grabbed my rock hard cock. She was ravenous, but then, so was I. My shaft flexed in her small hand. “Squeeze,” I ordered. She did, the pressure felt wonderful.
I plunged two fingers into her mouth, then watched her eyes light up when I slid two more into her pussy. She smiled, sucking on my fingers while sliding her fist back and forth down my shaft. I let my fingers drag out of her mouth, then down her bottom lip and chin. I kissed her again.
“Do you have any condoms left?” she asked between bursts of passionate kisses.
I reeled my jeans in, searching for my wallet. Spotting it on the floor I grabbed it, pulling out a recently bought condom. I tore at the packaging with my teeth.
I handed it to her, then flung the leather wallet across the room to hopefully somewhere dry. “I want to see you do it this time.”
Flora smiled, pinched the latex before pulling the ribbed circlet over my cock's fat head. She then rolled it down the length, all the way to the stem. I swiveled the shower head straight down, off of us. Water, although fun for foreplay, makes a terrible lubricant.
I dropped my boxers the rest of the way and pushed her against the wall, taking the stress off her wounded leg. Brushing the matted hair from her eyes, I gazed at her. Rivulets of water from her hairline traced the subtle beauty of her face. I couldn't help but lose myself in it, she was truly stunning. Full of life and hope and passion. I could hardly believe that after everything I'd done, that I'd end up with someone as special as Flora.
“What?” She smiled, getting a little self-conscious.
“Nothing,” I said, kissing her chin. I let my grin turn mischievous, working my way down her neck. Gripping my cock, I dragged the tip of it along her clit before plunging into the warm opening I'd been yearning for. She took every inch, crushing me from the inside through pulses and waves. I felt her pussy's every involuntary ripple.
I rode her rhythm, watching her chest rise and fall, feeling the way she counter moved with each of my thrusts. I listened. I touched her where and how her body demanded. I played Flora's gasps and whimpers, grunts and screams like a delicious orchestra, getting high on her every note.
With a hand squeezing her ass, I rocked my cock back and forth. I fucked her dirty and raw. My cock throbbed the closer she got to coming. When she straddled the cusp, I leaned her over and pressed small, rapid circles into her clit with my thumb.
Her hips bucked, nipples turning to diamond. As Flora screamed, I sped up and thrust harder. “Oh God, oh God!” Words escaped her in a jumbled, incoherent mess. Her whole body jerked in spasms. Her cunt strangled me.
Sweet ecstasy moaned through her lips. The way her smooth body pushed into me and quivered made me explode. I'd needed to feel her come, to feel her vibrate with pleasure, to get off. Her tight pussy milked me until my balls ached. All my strength drained away.
I braced myself against the shower wall with my forearm and fist. Flora wrapped her arms around me, like she never wanted to let go. My convulsions finally slowing, I embraced her back. Flora was incredible, I couldn't recall any girl that matched her.
Pulling out, I tossed the condom in the toilet and turned the shower back on us. The water temperature had cooled, but we both welcomed the chance to wash off the glistening sweat.
“How're you feeling?” I asked, nuzzling her throat.
“I'm fine, I feel wonderful.” Flora kissed me, our tongues curling in a slow dance. She grabbed a towel for each of us. “I am a little exhausted, though.” Between the emotional and physical exertion, the meds and the sex, she was visibly beginning to power down.
I dried off, then flicked my eyes down her body. “And the rest of you?”
She blushed, laughing until her teeth flashed. “You're awful.”