by Ylana MIlls
"I love your taste..."
"Oh my God…"
He returned his attention to her bud, sucking it harder, licking it faster, his fingers digging into her hips until her clit disappeared under its hood and her hips jerked forward. Her whole body tensed up when she came, and he felt her knees falter as she cursed, her eyes still tightly closed.
He carefully lowered her body back into the water, bringing her mouth to his, kissing her deeply as she tried to catch her breath. Her arms rested lazily over his shoulders as she licked his mouth in between gasps, as if tasting herself on his lips.
"I want your cock," she whispered, her voice low and raspy.
"Good," he whispered back, with a smile. "He wants you too."
And then he kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth and letting out a moan when her fingers wrapped over his as his hand moved up and down his shaft.
"Wanna go back to bed?" he asked, after she stood up again to pop the drain stopper up to empty the bathtub.
"No," she replied. "Do you?"
A wide grin spread across his face as he stood up as well.
"I don't even know why I asked…"
Her hands went up his chest until they reached his collarbone. He saw her bite her lip as her fingertips traced patterns over it, and then her eyes were back on his.
"We need a condom…" he whispered, as his hands cupped her breasts and the tip of his cock grazed her stomach. Yes, they needed a condom, but he was not remotely inclined to get out of that tub to get one from the drawer in the cupboard. He was actually hoping that one would magically levitate towards them, and if it didn't, then…
He saw Eliza reach behind her to pick up a washcloth and a condom from the edge of the bathtub, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with a smile on his lips.
"You really thought this through, didn't you?" he muttered, as he dried himself and tore the packet with his teeth.
"You have no idea…" she whispered into his ear, her tongue sneaking out to tease him.
As if, at that point, he needed any more warming up. His cock was hard as steel, and it started oozing so much precum that for the first time he was actually having trouble putting a condom on.
"A little help?" he said with a whisper.
"With?"
Eliza finally unglued her mouth from his ear, and saw him glancing down at his lap with a smirk. She took the condom from his hands, and kneeled in front of him as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
"Wow…" she whispered, unable to stop a smile from curling her lips. "I guess I'm not the only one who's wet…"
He was about to respond to her taunt, but all words disappeared from his mind when she took him in her mouth and sucked his cock clean, rolling down the condom in a matter of seconds.
"The fuck?"
"Sorry," she laughed, getting back on her feet. "I thought you were done with foreplay."
"I-I…" he stuttered. "I'm never done with foreplay!"
Of course, he was only saying that for the sake of bickering. Given his very aroused state of mind, it was not as if he could afford to have her give him a full blowjob without reaching his peak faster than he wanted to, so at the end of the day she was right.
It was time to get down to business.
"Wanna do it standing?" he asked, kissing her mouth as his hand reached between her legs to probe her entrance.
"You're the one calling the shots."
"Your legs tired?"
When she shook her head, still kissing him, he turned her around and raised her arms so that her palms were pressed against the wall.
"Standing it is, then…" he whispered, as he flexed his knees and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing slowly into her.
"Oh yeah…" she moaned, her fingers curling into the tiles. "Fuck yeah…"
He breathed heavily onto her shoulder as he filled her, inch by inch, feeling her shift her feet and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Then he started moving in and out, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he fondled her breasts, his fingertips playing with her nipples and feeling them harden at his touch.
"Fuck, Eliza…"
His hands slid down to her hips as he started thrusting harder into her, his hips bucking against her butt and eliciting loud groans from both of them.
When one of his hands moved further down and touched her throbbing nub, she gasped, and threw her head back. He took that chance to catch her lips in his mouth, their tongues clashing as his damp chest rubbed against her shoulders.
"Devon…"
He felt one of her hands reach behind her and press against his hips as he thrust into her.
"Devon, wait."
"What?" he whispered, slightly out of breath.
"The lube… Take the lube…" she moaned in response. "Behind you…"
"Lube?"
"Yeah."
"But…"
He was about to say that she didn't actually need any more lube when he finally realized what she was talking about.
"Are you… are you sure?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Take the lube."
He swallowed, and slowly pulled out to turn around and grab the tube lying at the edge of the bathtub. His hands were shaky, partially due to the hormones flooding his bloodstream, but especially because he was not sure of how to do what she expected him to do. Technically, it was very simple. Just slip it in. Bow chicka wow wow. No rocket science. Just using a different entry door. But what if he did it wrong? Apparently, there was a way of doing it wrong, given her lack of enthusiasm when she first brought up that topic.
"Devon?" her voice brought him back to reality. "What are you waiting for?"
"N-Nothing," he muttered, trying to hide his nervousness. "Just… appreciating the view."
Indeed, it was a nice view. She had bended her body in a way that made it very easy for him to penetrate her… wherever she wanted him to.
He was about to squeeze the lube on the tip of his cock when he realized, to his horror, that it was starting to lose some of its… glory.
"Oh crap!"
He quickly turned his back to Eliza when she glanced at him from over her shoulder, his heartbeat racing at the impeding fiasco.
"Come on now…" he whispered, trying to bring his Penetrating Warrior back into the game as he jerked off furiously. "Come on…"
"Devon…" he jumped when Eliza's hands touched his shoulders. "What's going on?"
"N-Nothing," he muttered, unsure as to whether or not he should keep wanking now that Eliza had already seen his less than impressive half-erection.
"Devon, come on," she insisted, forcing him to turn around to look at her. "If you don't want to do it, it's-"
"I want to do it," he said, his eyes avoiding hers. "I just… I just want to do it right."
She smiled, and took his face in her hands to kiss his lips.
"Sorry, baby…" he whispered.
"Devon, stop!" she replied, kissing him even harder when he pouted. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
He raised his eyes to hers, biting his lip.
She felt like laughing at all the drama he was making. But then, she suspected it wouldn't help their situation much if she did, so she simply kissed him again, her lips going from his mouth to his neck, biting him just above his collarbone and then going up again to whisper in his ear.
"You'll do it right if you just stop worrying," she said, as she led his hand to her still very moist, very ready folds. "And keep using your fingers…"
As she bit his earlobe, she saw, from the corner of her eye, that he was smiling again.
"You like that?" he asked, as he tickled her clit with the tip of a finger.
"Hell yeah," she moaned, rocking her hips onto his hand.
He felt her erect nipples brush against his chest, and lowered his mouth to suck on one of them as he slipped a finger into her hole. She grabbed his hair, and for a moment he was reminded of his injury, but did not complain. After flicking his tongue against her other ni
pple and giving it a gentle squeeze, he straightened his back and kissed her mouth again, grabbing her butt and bringing her closer so that she could feel his throbbing erection pressing against her stomach.
"Bend over," he whispered, and as she did so, he finally applied the lube to the tip of his cock, and then some on her ass.
He blinked, and swallowed as he prepared to enter her, steadying her hips with one of his hands as he slowly pushed in. He bit his lip at the resistance he was finding, wondering if he should push harder or wait until she loosened up.
He slid his hand over her hip to reach for her clit, playing with it as he kept pushing in… and then, before he could actually ask her if it was hurting, the head of his cock slipped inside, and he gasped.
"Holy fucking… shit…"
She gasped as well, but probably for a different reason.
"Eliza?" he whispered, not moving for very long seconds. "You ok?"
"Y-Yeah," she muttered, and he wished she could see her face. "I'm fine."
He pushed an inch further, biting back the urge to shove it all in at once, waiting for her body to accommodate him. His fingers circled her inner lips, and every time he brushed against her clit, or teased her entrance, he realized her body would relax, allowing him to go deeper much more easily.
When he was all the way in, he took a moment to feel her tightness around him. She was breathing heavily just like him, her back covered by droplets of water falling from her wet hair.
"Is it hurting?" he asked, twisting a finger inside her, as he kissed the back on her neck.
"No," she replied, slightly out of breath. "Oh God, don't stop."
He was almost sure they were not talking about the same thing, but then, it was probably his fault. He hadn't been very specific.
One way or another, at least now he felt he had been given the green light to proceed. He finally started moving, slowly withdrawing his shaft from her to plunge back in, his face contorted in pleasure as he groaned onto her shoulder.
At that point, whatever discomfort she had felt before didn't seem to be bothering her so much, so he increased his tempo, his thrusts becoming more urgent as climax built up. He couldn't help but notice, though, that the closer he got to his peak, the harder it was to coordinate his performance in two distinct fronts, to the point of completely forgetting to move the hand resting upon her folds as he thrust into her.
He blinked, and forced himself to concentrate on what he was doing. As soon as he resumed the pressure on her slick nub, he felt her juices coat his fingers as she arched her back, her sex quivering as her orgasm seemed to close in on her.
"Oh God, Devon... Please don't stop!" she cried.
He didn't, and when he used his other hand to probe her slick entrance with the tip of his fingers, she threw her head back, her mouth gaping open as her muscles clenched around him, pulling him deeper into her.
"Eliza... On my God…"
He felt his cock swell even more inside her, and it only took him one more thrust for him to grunt onto her shoulder, his whole body tensing up as he came.
He tried to phrase something coherent to say, but his mental faculties were definitely not to be trusted anymore. Instead, he used all the curse words he knew, and invented some of his own, his mouth glued to her back as his cock twitched inside her. Her knees buckled and she started falling; he would have pulled her up if only he had found the strength. Instead, he collapsed as well, although he could grab one of the handles in time to keep himself from crashing down on top of her. Still holding her waist, he eased her into the tub, and then let his own body fall by her side.
They remained silent for a very long minute, trying to catch their breath and waiting for their heart rate to go back to normal.
"I gotta say," Devon whispered, as he took off the condom before his very generous load started leaking out. "I still like your vagina better."
"Well… thank you?" Eliza replied, her eyes a little vacant as she stared at the ceiling. "Speaking of which, you're a very… handy man," she added, raising her own hands in a rather clumsy move.
"If anything…" he said, as he stretched himself over her body to reach the opposite edge of the tub and deposit the used condom in the basket near the toilet, "… that was all due to your very clear instructions."
"Teamwork…" she whispered, sleepily.
"Yeah."
"But then you… you didn't like it?"
"Are you kidding?" he exclaimed, lying by her side again. "Of course I liked it… It felt fucking great," he whispered, biting his lip as one of his hands went up her thigh. "But being in two places at the same time… is too much to handle. And Eliza…" he rested his head on his hand as he propped himself on his elbow. "There is no way it didn't hurt."
"It did not."
"Oh come on."
"It didn't, I just… It just feels like…" she put both of her hands on her face and stretched her skin with her fingers wide open. "You know…"
He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Eliza making faces as she tried to explain herself.
"Oh my God," he whispered, before bursting into laughter.
"Like everything is…" she muttered in the middle of her performance, "…stretched."
When Devon cackled at her last word, she laughed as well, and everything hurt, especially the part of her body that they were talking about.
"I'll be impressed if I'm still able to walk when all the adrenaline wears off," she whispered, wincing as she tried to bring herself to a more comfortable position by his side.
"Or sit," he added, wiping away happy tears.
"Or sit," she conceded, raising her eyebrows. "Thanks for reminding me."
"I'm sorry, baby."
He touched her thigh, and the look on his eyes was no longer of amusement, but of embarrassment.
"Nah, I'll be fine," she said, smiling at him reassuringly. Given the fact his Penetrating Warrior was way above other warriors when it came to size, she was actually impressed she hadn't cringed in pain during the whole thing. "But yeah… Next time we do it, we should have a couple of shots of vodka first."
"Many shots..." he chuckled.
"Yup."
He blinked, and let himself get lost in his own thoughts as he looked at her naked body. The way she had so eagerly taken him in every time they made love… the way his body just didn't seem to get enough of hers… They way his mind mapped her reactions to him, so that he could keep seeing them again even when she was not around…
He could stay in that bathtub for many more hours, despite the dull aches that were starting to spread through his muscles. If anything, just to keep listening to her voice as his fingers grazed her thighs…
"I wonder what time it is…" he whispered, his sense of responsibility reminding him that he had somewhere else to be that day.
"I have no idea…"
"What time do you have to leave?"
"Leave?
"Yeah," he replied, as she tilted her head to look at him. "To work."
She smiled, her eyes avoiding his as she spoke again.
"You're probably gonna hate me for this, but…" she whispered, finally shifting her glance to his face, "I'm not going to work today."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah… I asked for a day off a week ago," she explained, trying not to laugh at his shocked expression.
"The day you proposed the challenge…" he muttered.
"Yup."
"And why would I hate you for that…" he went on, raising his eyebrows as he spoke. "Just because you get to stay home and rest… and recover… as you sleep soundly among very fluffy pillows and blankets… while I go on an interview that might last all morning… probably… some of the afternoon as well?"
She simply shrugged, a mix of sorrow and defiance showing on her face.
"And what was your excuse?" he asked.
"Not an excuse…" she replied, frowning. "Just the truth."
"The truth?"
"Yeah…" she
smirked, her nails grazing his leg. "I told them I would need to… take care of my boyfriend."
"And they fell for that?" he whispered, a sly smile curling his lips.
"I would say they understood me perfectly."
"You have very cool bosses, that's what…"
The two of them fell silent for a moment, just looking at each other as they smiled.
"So now I'm your boyfriend…"
"What? You thought you were what, my maid?" she replied, reminding him of his earlier tantrum.
"No, actually… I was thinking of 'sex slave'."
"Well, 'sex slave' falls under the 'boyfriend' category, in case you don't know."
"Is that so?"
"Among many other things."
He licked his lower lip as she stared into her hungry eyes, the familiar shivers going up and down his spine as she rose from the bathtub and moved towards him.
He should really get a grip on himself. At this point, it would not even be funny to get another erection. Or maybe it would. From his experience, he knew that the combination of an erection and Eliza Clark always resulted in very interesting moments.
"My God, Devon," she whispered, glancing down at his lap. "You're hard again?"
Though now that he thought about it, he didn't remember going soft after their last round, to begin with. Technically, it was still the same erection – a very brave one at that, to resist not only an orgasm, but also an extra round of conversation.
"Hey, it's all your fault!" he replied, trying not to smile as he ranted. "I don't even know what my body is doing anymore."
Actually, he knew. He knew very well what his body was doing, and that was the reason his eyes kept darting to very specific parts of her body as she stood before him.
"Come on," she said, offering a hand for him to get up. "Let's take care of your head."
He considered pointing out that there were other parts of his body he would like her to take care of first, but again, as she had done other times in the past, she delved into his mind and answered his unasked question.
"The one you hit on the nightstand, first."
She shook her head when he grinned at her, and as soon as her hand slid over the tap to start the shower and the cold water hit his back, the happy look on his face was replaced by a gasp.