He reached for the shampoo, careful not to get shot in the face by one of the nozzles mounted on all four walls of the shower. As he took a closer look, he realized that some of them were positioned just so as to make for some very interesting possibilities.
As he lathered up Carla's hair, he felt his cock thicken at the thought, and though he wouldn't have thought it possible only minutes after he'd come so hard he'd nearly blacked out, within seconds he was back, full strength, his cock bucking and straining at Carla's wet, slippery ass positioned only a few inches from him as she rinsed her hair.
He wasn't the only one surprised. Carla gasped as she caught sight of him. “You've got to be kidding me. You can't be ready again that soon,” she said, seemingly unable to tear her stare away from his cock, now hard enough to make you believe it hadn't had release in weeks, much less ten minutes ago.
“I'm usually not,” he said, pulling her close so he could slide against the slick skin of her stomach. “But I shouldn't be surprised. It was always different with you than it was with anyone else.”
He felt her stiffen, knew she thought he was feeding her a line. He bit back his frustration and stifled the impulse to ask her what exactly he had to say or do to convince her that he wasn't full of shit. That despite what she thought, he'd only lied to her once in his life.
He knew instinctively words wouldn't work, not tonight anyway. Tonight there was nothing to do but show her in the only way she'd accept from him, just how much he wanted her, needed her, admired her.
Loved her.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off her feet and covered her mouth with his. Pressing her up against the shower wall, he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist, groaning deep as his cock brushed against the soft curve of her ass. With the hot water cascading over them, the steam swirling and clouding around them, it was like they were in their own secret world.
A private place were nothing mattered but the feel and taste of Carla's tongue against his, the lush press of her tits, her nipples pebbled hard against his chest, the firm curves of her ass filling his hands as he held her there.
Never releasing her mouth, he shifted, hooking his elbows under her knees. Another slight adjustment, and his cock was there, probing the entrance of her pussy as she whimpered and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
His breath stuck in his chest at the feel of her, so hot and tight. He looked down and in the candlelight, he could see the head of his cock disappearing inside of her, the way her body stretched to accommodate his size.
He meant to go slow, take his time, take it easy on her. But one thrust had him buried so deep he could feel the press of her ass against his balls as she moaned and squirmed against him. He forced himself to hold still, taking her mouth in slow, deep kisses as he held himself inside her, thrusting slow and deep with his tongue the way he was dying to with his cock.
Soon Carla was arching her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to ride the cock pinning her so firmly to the wall. “Sam, please. I need you to fuck me.”
“Not as bad as I need to fuck you,” Sam gasped. Gripping her hips, he rocked in, out, groaning at the weight of her body helped him go even deeper than he had before, until every millimeter of his cock was in the snug grip of her pussy. “So hot, tight,” he murmured mindlessly. “Nothing has ever felt this good. No one will ever make me feel as good as you.”
“Sam, Sam,” she chanted, and he swung his hips in rhythm with her cries, struggling to hold back. He'd always known it would be good with Carla, but he'd never been in a pussy so wet, so tight, so slick around him as he drove inside. Even better, unbelievably, than the first time.
It was like he couldn't get close enough, get deep enough inside of her. And she was right there with him, clawing his shoulders, crying his name, begging him for deeper, harder, faster, more.
He gave it to her, relentless as he pounded into her. Suddenly she stiffened and gave a high, frantic cry, and Sam knew she was close. He gave one last hard thrust, rotating his hips at the end, twisting his cock high inside as he ground against her pubic bone from the front.
Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing, milking him to his own pleasure. His balls pulled tight and he was just about to let go when he realized in a flash why this all felt so fucking good, so much better than anything ever had before.
No condom.
He lifted her off him, barely managed to pull free as the first pulse hit him. He shot all over her stomach, struggling to stand on legs that shook with the force of his orgasm. When it was over, he loosened his hold on her hips, let her slide down his body as he leaned in the wall for support.