by Alexis Anne
Adam’s shower was amazing. If there was a bell or whistle for a bathroom, he had it. Waterfall from the ceiling? Check. Long bench? Check. Removable shower heads? Check and check.
My clothes started falling off before we made it fully into the apartment and there was a trail of garments leading through the apartment to the bathroom. You know, in case we got lost or something. Not that I was ever planning on leaving the safety and comfort of the bathroom. It was like a cocoon, and we were hiding from the world.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t see this earlier. We might’ve starved by now. I’m never leaving.”
“Why do you think I kept you from looking in here?”
I shrugged. “I just assumed it was because there was nothing special to see.”
He laughed, pressing me up against the damp wall with his large body. He dropped down and kissed my neck before nuzzling the spot behind my ear. “You were wrong.” His voice was very close to a deep growl.
I grinned as his large cock pressed into my belly. “Yes, yes I was.”
“How am I going to teach you to stop making assumptions? It’s a terrible habit.”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “It’s not all bad. For instance, I assumed you’d be a fantastic fuck and well… you are.”
That earned me an actual growl as well as a hike up the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, letting him press his weight against me, pinning me in place. The room was filled with steam and the light scent of soap. It was as close to paradise as a small room could get.
He’d made a special effort to leave my revelations outside the bathroom and only bring fun, distracting pleasure into the shower.
He nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. “Has anyone ever told you that you have bitable lips?”
“I’m absolutely positive no one has ever said that to me before.”
He made a noise that sounded like confusion mixed with wonder. “Well they are.”
“Well thank you. You know,” I ground against his waist and squeezed my knees against his sides. It was enough to make him smile. “I am actually enjoying being friends.”
He sucked my lip gently between his and groaned, flexing his hips up. His cock pressed up against my sex, asking for permission to enter. “Not to totally freak you out, but I’m already hoping you don’t shut me down at the end of vacation. I really like being your friend…and not just the sexual kind.”
I ground back against him, giving him permission to enter.
“You know, I was thinking it would be fun to get random text messages with stupid pictures of you at pubs or eating weird German food.”
“Really? I was thinking more along the lines of really dirty video sex.”
Now that was an interesting idea. “Definitely video sex. I have toys…”
“Really?” He pushed inside and I sank my nails into his shoulder. It was still amazing to me how insane it felt to have Adam inside me.
“Yep. Lots of them.”
“Why are you holding out on me?” He looked genuinely disappointed, mixed with insanely turned-on. “I love to play with toys. I’d love to play with your toys even more. I’d love to play with your toys on you best of all…” He was a kid in a candy store. His eyes were wild and there was a goofy grin on his lips. Oh yes, I was letting Adam into my toy box. If he was this much fun without toys I could only imagine what he’d do with props and tools to assist him.
I moaned and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. He was almost buried inside me and the feeling was somewhere between overwhelming and mind-blowing. “Sweet Jesus, you feel so good.”
His moan vibrated against my skin. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
That made me laugh. “I think I know what we’ll be doing this weekend.”
He slowly moved in and out of me several times, testing his balance and mine. “Not that I wasn’t already excited to spend the weekend in bed with you but now…holy shit I can’t wait.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as Adam teased me. He was carefully building up my pleasure, moving from light foreplay to slow sex. I was reaching that plane I loved so much. I could stay wrapped around Adam all night as long as he kept moving like that. I opened my eyes and realized he was watching me again. He was clearly turned on. His cock was hard as a rock inside me and his jaw was set. “Travis is playing a special set at a club this weekend. All old school rock and blues…want to go?”
Dancing with Adam? Sweaty and grinding to good music and lots of booze? That sounded like an amazing way to break up hours and hours of sex. “Oh yes,” I moaned. It made Adam lose control for a moment. He pumped into me harder for several strokes, but then backed off his rhythm again. Back to teasing.
“And Elizabeth?” he whispered. God how I loved the sound of my name when Adam whispered it like that.
“Yes?”
“You can’t scare me off that easy. You’re stuck with me.” He thrust into me, taking away my ability to reply for a moment.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I replied between thrusts. Adam had no idea what he was talking about. If he thought a foggy recollection of decade-old tabloids was enough to know me, he was sorely mistaken. There were so many secrets and lies even I had trouble keeping them straight.
“And don’t you go assuming you know what I can handle.” He stopped, looking me straight in the eye while buried inside me.
“We haven’t even known each other a week…” I reminded him. And yet I knew my warning was a lie as soon as it was out of my mouth. It was as if I’d always known Adam. It was like there had been this hole in my life that he’d suddenly filled. I didn’t know Adam was missing until he stepped into it, and now that he was there, I finally understood that weird, empty feeling I’d always had when I was alone.
“Don’t,” his voice was a low growl. “Just don’t do that. You and I both know this isn’t some bullshit vacation fling. I swear if you lie to me…you know me better than almost anyone. Five days, Elizabeth. You know me better than almost anyone in five days. And I know you. I know I do. Do I know everything? No. I don’t have to…I know you. The rest is just details.”
He didn’t give me a moment to respond, not that I could have. I was so overwhelmed by his words—by their truth—I didn’t know what to say. So instead I did what I knew, I threw myself into sex with Adam. He lifted me off his cock and I pushed him backward onto the bench seat. I turned my back to him and he grabbed his cock, angling it so that it slid inside me as I moved in front of him and down onto his lap.
He was almost too much from this angle. He was so deep and large it overwhelmed me and took my breath away, but it was also glorious. And I was in control. He always did that. Adam always found a way to step back and give me room to work when I was lost.
I found my footing against the slick tile and braced my hands on his thighs, moving up and down his shaft until I found my rhythm and angle. My back was arched, my hips were back, and my head was resting on his shoulder. The position allowed me to vary the depth of his dick, and my hands on his thighs ensured his hips wouldn’t rock up to meet mine.
I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the waterfall drown out the world. It allowed me to concentrate on what I needed. I brought myself right up to the edge of orgasm. It was exquisite and overwhelming. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew those crazy sounds were me, moaning and yelling out.
And then Adam shifted slightly beneath me. At first I ignored it—it wasn’t enough to disturb me, but then warm water washed over my breasts and stomach. Adam had grabbed one of the showerheads and was working his way down.
When the warm water reached my clit, it took my breath away. I faltered at first, my mind going blank, my body desperately trying to decide whether to focus on the cock inside me or the stream of water outside.
That was when Adam stilled my hips with his free hand and concentrated the water with the other. I
nstead of my hips setting the pace and depth, it was Adam doing the work. He didn’t do much, and I had a feeling it was more raw instinct than actual concentrated planning. His cock rocked into me and the water pounded until I was digging my hands into his thighs, arching my body up as far as it would go, and yelling out his name over and over.
At least I thought it was his name. It was mixed with a lot of swearing and completely unintelligible words, but in the middle somewhere, I gave credit where credit was due.
When I was done coming, Adam let the showerhead fall away, grabbed my hips, and jerked into me fast several times before pulling out and coming all over the back of my thigh. The wet, warm spray was just about the only thing I noticed in my fog of ecstasy.
He pulled up the showerhead, washing me clean, before gently pulling me back into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. If felt so good to lazily rest in his lap. I let my head fall onto his and waited for my body to calm.
“Thank you for christening my shower,” he whispered. He almost sounded drunk.
I felt drunk. Drunk on Adam and good sex. “Thanks for another amazing orgasm.”
He made an approving noise. “We’re gonna have a good weekend.”
I replied with the same noise. “A good weekend.”
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