by evilgrin on 26 Dec 2005, 22:19
::FOUR::
The heat of the shower opens every nerve ending in my skin. You stitch a line of small nips across the tender line at my shoulders and throat, lingering over my ears.
Your hands press over mine, on the guardrails of the shower, gently nudging my legs apart. I can feel you, erect, against my back, but we’re nowhere close to that yet. You always did like to play.
Your hand moves, to pull my hair out of the way, gently, tuck it, wet, behind my ear.
“Don’t move, Ava.”
Firm, as I make a move at turning around. I’m not accustomed to submission, but I can’t help but be fascinated letting you direct me.
Your soaped hand slicks over my breast, such a new and weird sensation, a completely different friction, your thumb slips over one nipple, then the other, as your biting my shoulder becomes firmer.
Spread my legs a little farther, as you reach down to cup me in one soapy hand. Two fingers sliding back to stroke my clitoris in lazy, slippery circles, nudging my hood out of the way gently, seeking direct contact with my stiffening button.
My hands grip the rail, my head falling forward, as the quivering starts, deep within. Right before my first gentle orgasm washes over me, you begin stroking with your other hand, probing deep at the cleft in my rear, sliding slowly back and forth. A gentle probe at the rim of my anus with every pass, until I relax enough to let you in. I’m still tight, and a little sore from last night, my first for this.
“Relax, Ava, it’s not going to hurt.”
I’ve trusted you with my life, and I trust you completely with my body. You ease two fingers in, gently and slowly stroking in and out, until I am slick with soap, and ready for you.
I tense as I feel your head slide between my cheeks, pressing against the rim, holding there until I relax enough to let you in, an inch, making me cry out, and tighten again.
“It’s all right, baby, just breathe, and relax, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Whispered in my ear. You stay like that for a moment, just inside, pressing and stroking my clitoris, until I relax enough for you to enter me fully, straight to the hilt.
You catch me just before I black out, and keep your hand around my waist. I can feel the tension rise in you now, as you struggle to keep your thrusting into me something I can handle. I’ve never felt a fullness like this before. Like I will burst, like I can’t possibly take all of you.
Somewhere along the way, it stops being painful, and becomes an exquisite pleasure, my cries are sharp barks pulled from me, uncontrolled. You hit my g-spot with every thrust, from an angle I have no defense against, that I’ve had no experience to deal with.
My clitoris is engorged and painful, and, if I had the will to move your hand, I would try, but I hang limp in your arms, my legs, trembling, unable to hold their own weight.
This is surrender, in every way, I no longer even have the strength to cry out anymore, and gasp, struggling to breathe, as wave after wave of intense pleasure wash over me, like no other orgasm I’ve ever experienced before.
You quicken, growing rougher, with your own need for release, until I feel you burst inside me, pulse, and grow still. Your arm around my waist the only thing keeping me from dropping boneless to the floor of the shower.
Slowly, slowly, your chest pressed to my back now, my breathing eases. You wait to withdraw, and we stay like that, the heat of the shower rising from us.
Your seed spills down the back of my legs, an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling. Sensing my unease, you clean me up, without saying a word.
The water grows cold, and you shut it off, turning me to face you, still unsteady on my legs, and hold me until I stop shaking.