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Ben
The steam that billowsout of the bathroom when I open the door is insane. I guess Lainey wasn’t kidding when she said she likes her showers hot enough to peel the skin off.
I put a clean towel over the towel rack, relieved it’s one of those large and fluffy ones that chicks like. At least, Amber liked my fluffy towels– And I need to stop right there. Amber was here as my girlfriend. Lainey is here as my friend. I don’t need to impress her, and our night together is over.
Our Sunday morning together, though...
The temptation of walking over to the shower and sneaking a peek around the shower curtain is too strong to resist. Lainey isn’t busy soaping herself, like I’d hoped. Instead, she’s standing with her face turned upwards, eyes closed, clearly deep in thought.
As she appears oblivious to my presence, I take the time to enjoy the view. Lainey has a smokin’ hot body. She’s not as curvy as Amber, but slender, tall, and graceful. Her arse is pert and her breasts are just big enough to fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. Under the constant, heavy stream of the water, her nipples are hard, pink little buds. I can still taste them, and it makes my mouth water. Despite the fact I’ve already had sex with her four times since we walked through the door last night, I’m ready to go again.
Before I have time to argue with myself about whether this is a good idea, I’m moving away from the curtain, shucking my pants—the only item of clothing I’m wearing—and climbing into the shower behind her.
I have no idea what we’re supposed to be doing or how we’re supposed to be acting this morning. I have no idea how our friendship will proceed from here. The last time we slept together proved impossible to forget, and I know last night will be forever ingrained in my mind as one of the best nights of my life. Lainey is just so easy to spend time with, and our chemistry in the bedroom is... incomparable. When she woke up this morning, she offered to get a cab home. Knowing our night together was over, I should have agreed. Instead, I invited her to stay and share my bacon and eggs. And now I want to share a shower with her.
“Mmm,” Lainey says, leaning against me and causing my erection to jump against her bottom. “I was wondering when you were going to join me.”
“I took some time enjoying the view.”
I turn her around and am struck by how beautiful she is. She twines her arms around my neck and then reaches up on her tippy-toes to kiss me. Her mouth is hot and wet from the shower spray, and I drink her up, tasting mint.
When we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard. My frantic pulse is an echo of the insistent throb in my cock. I need to be with her, but I don’t have a condom handy.
“Let me wash you,” she says huskily, reaching behind her to grab the soap.
The stroke and glide of her lathered hands over my body is torturous in the best kind of way. Keen to return the favour, I take the soap and run it over her body. Feeling her soft silky skin underneath my palms and fingers only serves to increase the need I feel for her. I spend far more time than necessary massaging her arse and her breasts with my soapy hands. As soon as the shower has rinsed the bubbles away, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suckle hard, causing her to cry out.
More than done with foreplay, I turn the taps off, step out of the shower, and help Lainey out so she doesn’t slip. I grab the towel from the rack and wrap it around her before getting another one for myself from the linen cupboard in the hallway. I don’t care about the water dripping on the carpet. All I care about is being with Lainey again.
I walk back into the bathroom, drying myself as I go. Once I’m finished, I lift Lainey up, smiling when I hear her shocked gasp, and carry her into the bedroom. She squeaks and bounces when I throw her gently on the bed.
“I’m going to get your bed all wet.”
“I can think of worse things.”
Unknotting the towel she’s wearing, I pull it away from her so I can look at her properly. I desperately want to be with her, but first I want to taste her. I don’t do this with the other women I sleep with. Not because I don’t enjoy it, but because when it’s a one-night stand and you’re both there just to get off, sex is perfectly adequate. Going down on a woman is about more than sex to me. It’s about more than getting off. It’s about giving pleasure to someone I care about.
I kiss my way down her body, stopping to lick and nip her breasts and hips, before spreading her thighs and pressing my mouth to the sensitive skin there on either side.
“Oh God,” Lainey says as I settle between her thighs. “Ben.”
When I look up at her, I can see her heart beating underneath her ribcage. It’s fast, and I can’t wait to make it beat even faster. Parting her with my thumbs, I lean forward and slide my tongue over her. Her sweet taste makes my dick that much harder. Lainey moans low in her throat as she thrusts her fingers through my hair. Spread open to me the way she is, completely vulnerable, I want to feast on her. And I do. I suck, flick, and circle her with my tongue until her hands tighten in my hair, her thighs tremble, and her body bows off the bed as her climax takes her.
Reaching into my bedside table, I rummage around for a condom, sheathe myself, and then bring our bodies together, thrusting into her.
God. She’s still pulsing from her orgasm, and she’s so tight that her contractions are nearly too much for me.
“I can’t stop coming,” she tells me.
Normally, I’d fail to see the downside of this, but every time I move it sets off more internal tremors inside her and I don’t know how I’m going to make this last.
This is the first time we’ve had sex with me on top. As we are now, Lainey is the only thing I see. My hands are braced against the mattress on either side of her head, and I stare down at her as we move together. Missionary has been my least favourite position to date, but when her legs wrap around my hips and she stares back up at me with her emerald eyes clear and hot, I decide I could easily change my mind about that. Watching her and having her watch me while we go at it is as intimate as anything I’ve ever done.
Her hands move from my shoulders to my face, and I realise she’s trying to drag my mouth down to meet hers. Her lips part underneath mine straight away and I drown in the pleasure of her. There is no stopping the orgasm that has been building in me since this started, not when she so eagerly accepts all of me. The tension breaks, sending mind-blowing, bone-melting sensations crashing through me in all directions. I collapse on top of her, trying to support as much of my weight as I can with my legs still shaking.
Bliss.
At least until I realise I don’t know when or if this will ever happen again. I’m not sure that it should, but I don’t know how Lainey and I are supposed to just forget this new sexual aspect to our friendship that we’ve discovered.
