"I thought we should rinse it off or wash it?" he answered.
"You thought that because... why?"
He flashed me a devilish grin. "I thought, my dear wife, we could use it later."
"Asher, I don't want to use it later. That's... it's weird. We can't use that together." I didn't think we could? Could we? I guess I never really thought about it before. To be honest, I was perfectly happy with our fingers and mouths and hands and other things. Asher's cock satisfied me well enough, so I couldn't quite see the use of a vibrator? Maybe I needed to think about it more, though.
In the corner of my mind, I remembered Elise's erotic short story. Which was fiction and hadn't actually happened. I think. I wasn't sure. Maybe it happened. Based on a true story? Anyways, Lucent used a vibrator in that, but it was a bigger one. I'd heard about those, with people using things touted as "back massagers" as sex toy vibrators instead, but I didn't know much besides that. It certainly wasn't the same as my little bunny one, at least.
I had to admit that Elise's story was kind of sexy. I mean, it was sexy if I pretended the characters weren't actually Elise and Lucent. That was a little strange. I'm sure she and Lucent had wonderful sex together, but it wasn't exactly something I'd ever had an inclination to watch. I did kind of want some details, but, um...
I didn't know where my thoughts were going with this, so I decided to stop right there. Cut it out, Jessika!
The shower was warm enough now and Asher, in all his naked glory, stepped in. Sadly, it wasn't much of a shower. We had something much bigger at the mansion. My apartment was... not so big. Also, Asher took my vibrator with him.
I ignored him for the time being and searched for bath towels in a tiny closet nook. I found one, but that was it.
"Do you mind sharing a towel with me?" I asked him.
He shrugged and shook his head, which was the only part of him I could see from this side of the shower curtain. I grabbed the towel and hung it on a towel rod near the shower, then pulled the shower curtain aside and joined him. I didn't know if this was a mistake or not. I thought it might be.
Warm water splashed against our bodies, cozy and nice. I liked taking showers with Asher because of that. It was comfortable and warm and fun. Except most of the time we ended up having sex in the shower. I liked this, too, except, uh... right now we needed to hurry! We couldn't do that. Elise would be here very soon. Very very very soon.
"Asher," I said. "What are you doing?"
I knew full well what he was doing. He was cleaning my vibrator with body wash. I liked that body wash, too. It was a full body feminine one, safe for use on uh... feminine parts? It felt nice and made me smell good. We had some just like it at the mansion, but the one here was much less expensive. Body wash was body wash, so I didn't really care all that much, though.
He held the base of the vibrator in one hand while he stroked the shaft with his other hand. Soapy suds added to the mix. It really didn't look good.
"You know what that looks like?" I asked.
He turned to look at me, brow furrowed. "Hm?"
"It looks like you're jerking off my vibrator. The soap, too. You must be doing a good job. Looks like you've brought it to climax?"
He stared at me, dumbfounded. I stared back at him, possibly equally dumbfounded. I didn't know where any of that came from. He laughed.
Asher stopped stroking my vibrator and then rinsed it thoroughly before setting it off to the side on the edge of the tub. It was sort of a tub, at least. I couldn't quite take baths here, unless a little over a foot of water counted as a good bath. Even then, if I tried to sit or lay down, my feet ended up scrunched and bent oddly. I loved baths, but this just wasn't the best bathtub for them.
"I'm done," he said.
"Are you really?" I asked. "Because we really are in a hurry here. We're supposed to be hurrying, Asher."
"Yes, yes, of course..."
He reached for my body wash on the little shelf under the showerhead and squirted some into his hands. He started lathering it up and I thought that was that and we'd start to shower now. I splashed water on myself, rinsing down my body, then splashed some on him, too. When I went to reach for the body wash, he stopped me.
"We're in a rush," he said. "Please, allow me?"
I stared at him because I knew exactly what this meant, and it wasn't anything good. He tried to sound helpful and considerate, but I was fairly certain that currently he was anything but. "Asher, we really are in a hurry here," I said.
He ignored me and started rubbing his hands on my arms and shoulders. "Yes, I know that. Turn around?"
I sighed and did as he asked. Mostly because, unfortunately for me, Asher was very good at this. In multiple ways, I mean. I liked showering with him because of the actual showering part, but unfortunately the cleaning part usually turned into something that was potentially much less clean and far more messy, but it didn't matter all that much because we were already in the shower and could clean up again, right?
The reasoning made sense in my mind. It made sense, but we were in a rush! If he just stuck to washing, we should be fine, though. Also, honestly, it was a lot easier to have someone else do it for you sometimes. If Asher washed me and I washed him, we'd be done in a fraction of the time, especially since we were technically taking a shower together. It should work. Sort of, hopefully.
He rubbed soap onto my shoulders and the back of my neck, then scrubbed down my arms.
"That feels nice," I said. I was facing away from the shower now. Asher's back stopped most of the water from hitting me directly, but some of it still splashed against my shoulders and my sides.
He brought his hands back to my neck again and started kneading and massaging my muscles with his fingertips.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Mmm." I didn't want to use words right now.
He kept going like that, doing more massaging and washing than anything else. All was going well, and he ran his hands down my back and my sides. I began to squirm and writhe because it tickled.
"Jessika, stop moving," Asher said. I could hear the grin in his voice.
"You're tickling me!" I shrieked.
He did it again, more, on purpose, and I jumped back, nearly sending us both toppling to the bathtub floor. Asher caught me and managed to keep his footing, though. He wrapped me up in his arms, his chest pressed against my back, and kept washing me, never missing a beat.
This was when bad things started to happen, though.
His strong hands pressed against my stomach, pushing inwards slightly. His fingers massaged there, too. This was bad, because I really really really liked that. I leaned back, my head resting on his shoulders, while his fingers worked my abdominal muscles. He moved lower, little by little, until his thumbs were by my belly button and his other fingers were gently massaging my pubic mound. He didn't go as far as to press his fingers against my labia or my clit, but... honestly, he might as well have. Oh God, this was heavenly.
I turned my head to the side and lifted my chin up so I could kiss his cheek. "Maybe we can," I whispered. "Quickly, if... if you're alright with that?"
"Maybe we can what?" he asked.
I thought he knew perfectly well what I meant, but he'd decided to act coy. His fingers dipped a little lower, then lower still. With each of his gentle massaging movements, the hood of my clit teased up slightly, rubbing me in all the right ways. We'd been rough earlier, and I loved that, but this was so wonderfully nice, too. Soft and sensually sweet.
He left one of his hands near the center of my body, but started roaming upwards with the other. Under the guise of washing me and spreading soap bubbles, he glided up the front of my body. I wanted him to touch me more down there, but he didn't go any further than my pubis, just barely teasing and shifting my skin and my clit with each soft move of his fingertips.
His other hand finally found my breasts, sort of. He cupped underneath the left one, lifting it slightly, then squeezing gently. He
twisted a little, turning my breast to one side, then the other. With the wetness of the shower and the slippery soap on his hand, my breast bounced and swayed lightly in his palm, but not much else. He moved to my right breast, and did the same.
He squeezed each of them, going back and forth between them. This might sound wonderful, except it wasn't quite that. Yes, it felt nice and I liked it, but he made extra certain he never touched my nipple. He just teased and tormented around it. His thumb circled my breast, swishing to the side, inching closer and closer to the center and my hard, wanton nipple, but he stopped shy of actually touching it, keeping himself confined to the outskirts of my areola.
I squirmed more in his grasp, trying to force him into action. I lifted myself up on my toes, hoping that by doing that I could get his hand on my stomach to go just a little bit lower, but, no. He moved up with me. I tried to shift and dance to the side whenever his thumb nearly grazed my nipple, but he denied me that, too.
After awhile, I was too caught up and distracted to think of anything except squirming and writhing and trying to get him to touch me more. I didn't understand why he wouldn't! I was practically begging him.
Fine, I would actually beg him. It wasn't beneath me to do so. I'd do it gladly if he'd just... "Asher," I whimpered. "Please?"
In one swift motion, he moved his hand lower and cupped my sex. Two of his fingers dipped inside of me unceremoniously.
"You're so wet," he said, whispering into my ear. "I thought you said we were in a hurry."
"We are in a hurry!" I protested feebly.
"Put your palms on the shower wall in front of you," he said, ignoring me. "Lean forward and spread your legs."
I did what he said as quickly as possible. We were in a hurry afterall. Right? I should hurry and do it.
I knew he was erect and ready, because I felt his twitching cock pressing against my butt before, so I thought we could just begin and end this shortly and then hurry, and...
Except, no.
Something was inside of me now, but it wasn't Asher's cock. It still felt wonderful, and I gasped in surprise at my sudden fullness, but it definitely wasn't Asher's cock.
"What are you...?"
He pushed in further until two tiny rabbit ears tapped against either side of my clit. A fraction of a second later, the entire sex toy came to life inside me. The ears buzzed and vibrated on the lowest setting. My knees started to shake and buckle. I wasn't expecting this, but wow, I liked it. I hadn't ever used this toy in this position, and I hadn't used it in uh... over a year? I didn't know why I stopped. Or, I knew why, because I had Asher, but apparently I could have both?
Inside me, the shaft of the vibrator moved in small circles. The rings of pearls near the base started spinning, too, teasing and massaging at the entrance of my pussy. This... this was good.
Asher held it in me and then came up behind me again. He wrapped his free hand around my stomach, holding me close.
"How do you like it?" he asked. "In, like this, or...?"
He pulled it out of me slowly, moving the vibrating ears away from my clit. Before he removed it entirely, he pressed it back inside of me. All the while, the gently circling shaft moved in me, side to side, up and down.
"I... I like it in," I said. "Just in. I like the ears and the feeling of it inside me just like that. You don't have to move it."
"Just like this?" he asked.
He held it there perfectly in place. My body started to buzz, gaining rhythm with the vibrations from the sex toy. "Yes, like that."
It felt... different. That was the only way I could think to describe it. I loved having sex with Asher, but his cock didn't vibrate, you know? Also, while he was very good at knowing how to give me pleasure, this was just something else entirely. Vibrations and spinning and constant fullness mixed with the buzzing stimulation alongside my clit.
"Asher, I'm really excited," I said. "I mean, really really excited. I'm not... I don't think it's going to be much..."
Longer. That's what I was going to say, except I lost my train of thought. My palms pressed hard against the back wall of the shower. I squeezed my fingertips against the slick, wet tiles of the shower wall. I wanted more. Biting my bottom lip, I pushed my hips back against the sex toy. Asher held it tight in place and pushed it hard against me just as I pushed back. I could feel his throbbing cock twitching and slapping against the back of my thighs and my butt.
Oh, I wanted it. I wanted his cock and the toy and...
The toy started to die down. It was only on the lowest setting to begin with, but I hadn't used it in forever, so the newfound sensation and excitement of the situation was more than enough for it to do a wonderful job, except it started to falter and slow, until it stopped altogether.
Um... why? I was close! I was close to orgasm and I really liked that, except apparently not.
"Asher," I said, frantic. I didn't think I'd ever been more panicked about an impending orgasm in my life. "I think the batteries died."
"Fuck," he said.
Yes, well, fuck. That's exactly what I was thinking, too.
He eased the toy out of me. I didn't know what to do. What were we going to do? I needed this. Yes, we were in a hurry, but he'd started something and I kind of wanted him to finish it, and...
He thrust hard into me, filling me completely. I took a deep breath and held it, forgetting to exhale. Asher pulled out of me, then thrust back in. He was behind me, forcing me forward with each thrust. Water from the shower continued to splash around us, oblivious to our sexual desires. I still had soap on my body. Some of it had rinsed off naturally, but not all of it. I had soap on my breasts and the front of my stomach and...
"Hard, please, fast," I said. "Asher, please, please, please."
He kissed the back of my neck, grinning. "What do you want?" he asked.
"I was so close," I answered. "Asher, I was so close. So, so close."
"Jessika," he said with a growl. "What do you want? Tell me."
"I want to cum," I said. "Please. Asher, I want to. You, too. I want you to, also, but I really want to. Please, please, make me cum."
He pounded hard into me, then pulled out and thrust in even harder the next time. I thought we were going to slip and fall, except my bath mat was apparently exceptional. It really did give us some great footing. I thought about that for all of half a second before returning to the task at hand.
"Play with yourself," he said, growling his command. While he held my hip with one hand, pushing into me with timed, even thrusts, he used his other hand to guide my fingers towards my clit.
I accepted his command without thinking. My fingers teased and rubbed roughly against my pleasure pearl, coaxing my orgasm closer with each frantic touch.
Once he had me doing that, he used his free hand to grab and grope one of my breasts. He squeezed it hard in his hand like before, but this time he didn't neglect my nipple. He pinched it tight, then let it loose, rolling it between his fingertips.
"Soon," I said. "I can feel it. Soon, Asher."
My body tensed. We had sex like this a lot, and I knew exactly what to do. My knees bent slightly, almost buckling, but I braced myself between Asher's steadfast body, his rock hard cock, and the shower wall. I pushed back against him with my hips all while I pushed forward with one hand, rubbing and stroking my clit faster and faster with my other hand.
When I closed my eyes, the shower around us sounded like the fast pitterpatter of raindrops. That was sort of how I felt, too. Like rain falling into a river, except at the end of this river was a gigantic waterfall. I was going faster and faster towards it. I could hear the rush, feel the power of the torrents, and then...
I went over the edge. My body spasmed. I managed to continue rubbing my clit for a few seconds more, but then it became too much. Asher kept pounding and thrusting into me as my climax overtook me. My knees trembled, but I somehow forced myself to stand. My legs kept shaking on their own, though. My entire body quivered and I c
lenched hard against Asher's shaft, feeling shots of pleasure coursing through me with each of his pistoned thrusts.
I couldn't bear this much longer. At home, we had more than enough room to just collapse onto the shower floor. We didn't have that here. I desperately wanted it, though. I needed to... to lay down or sit or...
Asher pulled out of me and spun me around so that we were facing one another. Swift and confident, he lifted me up and lowered me to the bottom of the tub. My back pressed against the grip of the bathmat, and before I knew it we were going again.
My orgasm had slowed and faltered, but everything still felt wonderfully nice. It felt doubly nice when Asher wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed his cock deep inside of me again. We were laying down now, so I didn't have to worry about falling or standing. This was good and bad.
Good, because I wouldn't fall...
Bad, because it gave Asher a lot more force and leverage to thrust. He pounded hard into me, seesawing back and forth. My quieting orgasm roared back to life. I squeezed and clutched against his cock, feeling jolts of erratic pleasure. The sensation deepened, pushing further inside of me, moving to some place deep within my core. Then in a rush, it exploded again. I trembled and squirmed beneath him, but I didn't have anywhere to move or go. I was trapped beneath Asher, locked within the confines of my old apartment's bathtub.
I loved it. Sometimes Asher and I played bedroom games with ropes and bindings, and this was kind of like that, except not quite. I felt bound and confined, but in a different sort of way. Tight and safe, orgasmic and giddy, just Asher and I, together.
He pushed deep into me one final time before letting out a rough and rugged, lusty moan. His cock twitched and throbbed as he released his seed inside me. His cum filled me, splashing hard against my furthest depths. Asher collapsed atop me and I smiled and held him close.
"Stay in me for a little while," I said. "I think that'll help. For pregnancy, I mean. Maybe it will?"
To be honest, I just didn't want him to go away. I wanted to feel this close to him forever. Emotionally, I always did, but I loved when we could be this way physically, too.
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