He pivoted us both and pushed me onto the bed, an eager want growing between my legs. It had been too long, and it was right there. He hastily removed my shorts and ran his hands over my panties. My head leaned back, pushing against the mattress. His hands roamed from my panties to my inner legs, teasing me with the lightest of touches. “Paul.” He looked up at me and all I could do was smile. “So good.” He grinned and brought himself up to kiss me. His lips then left mine and reconnected on my neck. I bit my lip as he lightly sucked, kissed, and teased his way around. Every now and then I felt a touch from his hand, taking my body that much closer to overwhelming pleasure.
He sat up suddenly. “Take everything off.”
I snapped off my bra and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued. He leaned in and kissed me once again, bringing both hands down to cup my breasts. Pulling back, he grabbed my hands and helped me to my feet. “I love these,” he said, gently twisting my nipples between his fingertips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soft pressure being applied.
The pressure receded and he grabbed my hand, leading me toward the bathroom. My eyes lit up as he dropped my hands to turn on the shower. I nearly jumped for joy. Instead, I pressed myself against my lover after he finished turning the water on. His hardness rubbed between my legs while his hands found their way to my backside. He squeezed, yet again pulling me into him.
Soon enough, my panties were being pulled down and Paul gestured into the shower. I stepped in and he followed, immediately turning me around and running his hands over my butt. The water cascaded down my back, parting where he grasped my butt with one strong hand. The other hand appeared on my shoulder, holding onto me as the other slipped between my legs. A spark ignited as his fingertips made contact with my clit for the first time. I let my forehead lean against the shower wall in between my forearms.
Paul’s hand remained between my legs while his mouth found its way back to my neck. After a few kisses, he whispered in my ear. “Are you ready?” I could only moan in response.
I could picture him smile as he continued to tease me with his finger. I could imagine his free hand holding himself, preparing to enter me. Mentally I urged him forward, hoping to be filled as soon as possible. When seconds passed, I glanced back and saw a cheeky grin on his face. Ugh, such a tease.
I opened my mouth to urge him on when the the tip of his dick finally made contact. I jumped, surprised in the best way possible. My head eased forward to rest on the wall, willing him to enter me already. I thrust my hips back, helping him along. The only problem was that he was ready for that, running his length everywhere but inside me. A fire took hold between my legs and I considered leaning down and taking him in my mouth. At least it would be inside me then.
Finally, I felt him start to push inside me. The head parted my lips and my knees shook ever so slightly. I moaned again in approval as I propped one leg on the tub wall, with Paul pressing me against the wall. He grabbed my hips and continued to bury himself inside of me, retreating a bit with each thrust. I tried to push my butt backward as if to sit, but he apparently had my tricks figured out, backing up just enough to avoid ruining the tease. With his strong grip on my hips I was at his mercy.
His length was about halfway inside of me when he used a hand to clear my hair from the back of my neck. His lips touched down, splitting my attention between him entering me and the sucking of my neck. I flinched – my neck was incredibly sensitive. I felt his mouth curl into a smirk as he noticed my reaction. With him distracted, I pushed backward once more, and seemed to catch him off guard as he slid further into me.
“Shit,” he said, before groaning almost inaudibly. “You feel so good.”
I smiled and rotated my hips, hoping to force his resistance to crumble. Another inch slid in and I was sure he was nearly all the way in. His breath hit the back of my neck and he pushed further inside me. Completely full, we began a pace of thrusting, now working together with no conflict of interest. He had forgotten about the teasing, although it had served its purpose. My body lit up with fireworks, spreading from between my legs in all directions. My knees trembled with more ferocity now. Paul kept us both upright with his strength, continuing to hold me against the wall. My stomach contained an odd combination of exhilaration – it had been too long – and sparks of pleasure. One of my hands came off the wall and found its way to my nipple. I pinched it, allowing the feeling to form a circuit through my body.
The two of us continued our rhythmic connection for several minutes, each thrust leading into the next, a moan from me eliciting one from him.
“Kelsey,” he said between pants. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
I twisted my neck and gave him an approving look. “Go ahead.” My words turned into an inaudible sound as he picked up the pace, placing one hand in my hair, taking a firm grasp while the other remained on my hip, guiding his accelerated thrusting into me.
His hand on my hip found its way to my nipple and he grabbed my breast in his hand, holding on tight. That brought his mouth to my ear once again, and he attempted to whisper, but all that managed to come out was a “shit.”
The faint feeling of him pulsing inside me, holding me so tight to his body, sent me over the edge. My legs shook and I fell a bit before he brought both arms to hold me steady. His pushes inside of me slowed to a sensual pace as he came down from his orgasm. I could still feel the tingling flowing through me, especially as he continued to thrust.
Eventually, he withdrew and rested his hands on my back and shoulders, idly rubbing small circles on my skin as we enjoyed the closeness of each other once again. “Kelsey...” His chest expanded as he took large gulps, trying to catch his breath. His half-hard penis still hung there, messy from both of us. I smiled and leaned forward to give him a brief kiss as the water ran over both our bodies. Coming over tonight, I had been worried about how things would turn out between us, but all of those feelings had long been washed away now. The safety and comfort I felt as Paul held me in the shower reassured me of everything I had once doubted. I never wanted to be without him again.
Thirty-One
Paul
It was only a week after our reunion that our relationship was tested. We were in IKEA, searching for some furniture to make my place more Kelsey-friendly. She had made it well known that while my place was okay, there were many improvements that could be made. I didn’t disagree – I had grown complacent. Therefore, we ended up shopping to update our place.
Our first stop was for bath towels.
“How do you like this one?” Kelsey asked, holding up a baby blue towel.
“Looks good,” I said. I wasn’t really picky – I’d let her get what she wanted. She held up several other towels, but they all began to blend together.
“I’m going to start working on the rest of this list,” I said. “You seem quite enthralled with the towels so I’ll make some headway elsewhere.”
She turned to me and shooed me away. “Oh hush,” she said, smiling.
I left the aisle and made my way toward the sitting area furniture. We had agreed my current couch could use an upgrade. I still had a smile on my face as I sat on the couches, testing them for sit-ability. To test the couch in a realistic scenario I unlocked my phone and texted Kelsey. “So, beyond sit-ability, are there any other categories I should be judging this couch on?”
She only sent me an eye-roll emoji. I guess that meant no. I put my phone away and let my head fall into the cushion. A minute later I opened them, only to find a middle-aged woman staring at me. She wasn’t subtle. My face scrunched in surprise and she turned, pretending to be looking at something in another aisle. That was weird, I thought.
I stood and left the couches, returning to Kelsey.
“I think I like this one,” she said, holding up a red towel.
“It’s nice. Are these decorative or actually for use?” I asked. Then I shrugged. “Sorry, dumb question.”
“These are for use. I don’t
think we’re at the decorative towel point yet.” She threw the towel into the basket and walked up to me.
“Good point.” I grabbed her and kissed her as she began to walk by.
She displayed that contagious smile and I smiled in return. Then a distant cough caused us both to look along to the end of the aisle.
“Is everything okay?” The middle-aged lady from before was standing there. She wasn’t talking to me – she was looking straight at Kelsey. Kelsey looked up at me with a confused look on her face.
“I think she’s following me,” I whispered.
“Do you need any help?” the woman asked Kelsey.
I wanted to pull Kelsey away and just ignore the woman, but I imagined that would look bad. She would probably call security or the police.
“No,” Kelsey said, breaking me from my thoughts. “Everything is fine. Is there something we can help you with?”
“Oh no,” the lady said. “I just wanted to make sure—”
“Make sure what?” Kelsey interjected. “That my boyfriend didn’t kiss me too hard?”
“Well, no…” she said.
“We are fine, thank you.” Kelsey grabbed my hands, then turned and led me out the other end of the aisle.
We stopped in front of the hand towels, and I just stared at her, jaw slackened. She met my eyes and asked, “How was that?”
“It sounded like you’ve been dissing old ladies your whole life,” I said. I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“I’ve been practicing with my mom,” she said.
My chest rose with laughter. “Jeeze, Kelsey.”
“So tell me about this sit-ability,” she said, moving on already.
So we’d been tested, but Kelsey didn’t take shit from that lady. Maybe she had imagined her mother’s face on her. As a result, we – or rather, Kelsey – had passed the first test of our rekindled relationship with flying colors. Everything was going to work out.
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