Still holding me, he nestled his face into my neck. We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms as the water fell down around us. Something symbolic in the moment stirred me. I felt one with him again.
“You’re a feisty thing. I like that,” he claimed. “I really like that.”
“Good, cause I think I just needed to get that out.”
“Anything else you need?”
“Always.”
His hands fell to my waist, hard and heavy. With a sudden movement, he guided me to turn. I yelped as my foot slid, but he had me in his grasp just as he’d promised, his big feet pressed against the sides of the tub.
“Here, step on this,” he said as he dropped a wash cloth to the shower floor. “It will make you feel more secure. You yelp like that again, the cleaners may come in to check on you.”
“They’re out there now?” I exclaimed.
“I sure as hell hope so. Don’t focus on them, focus on me, my touch, my kisses.”
Obeying, the tension eased a bit with more sure footing. However, in seconds, it ramped up again, but in a completely different way. Sliding his hand from my butt to my neck, he bent me forward until the water rushed down my back. Placing my hands on the wall under the shower head, he tugged on my hips, pulling my ass out toward him. Water sloshed over it, creating an erotic trickle between my thighs to move over my pulsing pussy again.
“Perfect,” he moaned.
I giggled, “Funny, just moments ago I thought the same about you.”
“We are a perfect pair, then,” he challenged, but when I didn’t bite, didn’t reply, he continued, “Stay just like that, my love. I can’t get enough of that ass.”
I know just what you mean, I thought as his hand fell down on my cheek. The sound of his palm against the water and my skin sent a pulse through my entire being. I moaned out loud, careless of volume or how wanton I sounded. I wanted more. He made a sound himself, a two syllable, if you will, fluctuation going from low to lower, one that acknowledged my pleasure and promised more.
I couldn’t help but to tighten my cheeks and wiggle them a bit in anticipation.
“Hold on, baby,” he growled.
His hand landed on my ass again, this time harder. The water not only made the sound more enticing, but it made the feeling more erotic. My toes curled into the wash cloth I stood on as he rained down more spanks. The intensity increased in subtle increments as he continued. As the first inklings of pain grew, the more my core knotted and my pussy throbbed to have him.
“Damn, the way you like that,” he grunted. “It makes me rock hard. And, between the hot water and my hand, your ass is a beautiful shade of red.”
He paused a minute as if appreciating it. I bit my lip not to say anything as I willed my body not to move, not to push back against that erection. I hadn’t looked either, but I knew full well what it looked like. Unable to control myself, though, I twisted my upper body and strained my neck until I could see it, red, skin all shiny, and dripping wet.
“See something you like?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I muttered.
I was thanked with a powerful slap across my hot cheeks. “Shit, you’d think I could orgasm from just that alone the way the pleasure ripples through me, taking its cues from the sting of the pain.”
“I’m not hurting you? You’d say something if it got to be too much, right?” he rushed out the words.
“Are you kidding me? Yes, I would say something, but no, you are hurting me in the best way possible. I’m going crazy with need, here.”
“Are you then,” he questioned as he slipped a finger between my thighs.
First he traced over my outer folds, each touch making my breath hitch. Then he wiggled just one finger in between them. My sigh of pleasure took on more of a scream quality. Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop the rush of sounds that came from me as he wiggled one finger and then another inside me.
“You want more?” he asked.
I nodded, breathing heavy, biting my lip over the next cry.
“You want me?”