“Ooh,” I groaned as I felt myself being pushed down into the mattress.
His upper body lowered until his chest pressed against my back and his breath was hot against my ear. Then his hips began to move, slowly at first, imitating the act of fucking as his cock slid through my intimate valley.
“Oh god,” I grunted, as I felt the strength of his desire. His cock was slippery and hot, and felt deliciously at home between the cheeks of my ass.
My hand was pinned between my legs, but I was able to keep my finger moving, rubbing my clit in time with Julian’s strokes. Just like last night, we weren’t fucking, but it was pretty damn close.
He increased the range of his hips, pulling back until his cock bumped over my asshole and nudged against the patch of skin between my pussy and ass. Then he thrust forward again, the rounded plum of his cockhead pressing downward as it pushed forward, sliding over the raised pucker of my anus and threatening to pop through the muscular ring before sliding past and continuing up through the slick valley, eventually pressing against my lower back as the thick root of his dick lodged firmly against the top of my asscrack.
Then he reversed direction, sliding his thick column of flesh backwards through my ass cheeks to begin the rhythm all over again.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Even though his cock wasn’t inside of me, just his overpowering strength and male hardness sliding through the cheeks of my ass was enough to fill me with pleasure. My finger remained busy on my clit, and soon my impending climax appeared on the horizon.
It was obvious he was enjoying it too, as he panted and gasped hotly against my ear. His hands were flat against the bed on either side of my head, and I gripped his wrists tightly, loving the feel of his strength as we imitated the act of lovemaking.
I tilted my ass up slightly, and the new angle caused his cockhead to nudge against the base of my pussy with each withdrawal. When he thrust forward again, there was that brief moment of indecision, as his cock could either slide upwards and glide through the valley of my ass, or plunge downward, spreading my cunt wide with his thick hardness. Each time it went upward, but soon I was groaning in frustration, wanting to know what it felt like to have my pussy stuffed completely full with masculine flesh.
His breath began to hitch as he picked up speed, and I felt my own climax looming in front of me. My finger became frantic, chasing my clit as my lover used me for his pleasure.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he grunted in time with his thrusts, and my ass was pressed down again from his strength, sandwiched between the bed and his muscular body. My pussy juices had mingled with the lube, and his cock made a slick, wet sound as it pistoned between my globes.
With a loud groan, he pressed down hard against me and stopped moving. I felt his cock throb between my cheeks, and I gasped as the first hot spurt of his seed jetted onto my lower back, trapped between our heaving bodies.
My climax seared through me, the pleasure exploding in my brain as my finger sent me over the edge. I cried out and convulsed beneath him as he continued to grunt and fire spurt after spurt of his cum onto my back.
“Ohhhhh!” I groaned, turning my head as far as possible. His lips met mine, and we kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths as our mutual orgasms continued.
My body shuddered and jerked as he pressed down hard with his hips, crushing me into the bed as his cock pulsed and sprayed. My cunt spasmed in frustration, once again clasping at nothing as it throbbed through my climax.
Finally, it was over, and he relaxed down onto me, the pressure easing up on my ass as his weight spread out. I lay beneath him in a satisfied daze, content beneath my lover’s enveloping body. I was satisfied and happy.
After a few moments, he moved off to lie on his side beside me, his arm protectively around my hip. I remained on my stomach, feeling his cum cooling on my back as I drifted back off to sleep.
Chapter 22
I collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. It’d been a long day of moving, but it was finally over, and everything was inside of Julian’s new apartment, including me. Julian and Bobby were out in the parking lot, where my brother-in-law was saying goodbye to his friend and thanking him for all of his help.
The day had started slightly awkwardly, with me waking up while Julian was in the shower. Even though we’d been intimate twice, I still wasn’t sure where I stood with him, so I put aside my desire to join him under the hot spray, and waited until he was done.
When he returned to the bedroom with only a towel around his waist, he gave me a smile and a good morning.
I returned his good morning, and headed for the bathroom before things got a chance to get awkward between us. Sometimes when a relationship is just starting, it’s more weird to be casually naked with them than it was to actually have sex. And since Julian and I hadn’t actually had sex, nor were we in a normal relationship, I decided I’d rather take a shower than deal with it.
By the time I was done in the bathroom, Bobby had arrived, and they’d already started moving things to the back of his pickup truck. I got dressed quickly, and began carrying some boxes down to Julian’s car. After the truck and car were loaded, we headed off to the new apartment for our first trip, stopping for some quick fast food on the way.
It took three trips total, including dragging all the stuff up to Julian’s new second-floor apartment. Bobby was nice to me, holding off on the crude comments now that he knew Julian and I were a couple. On that front, I was all touchy-feely with my brother-in-law in an attempt to keep Bobby convinced we were together.
At one point while we were taking a break on Julian’s new balcony overlooking the apartment’s pool, Julian rested his hand casually on my ass through my jeans. It was a trivial act, but I watched Bobby’s eyes follow his friend’s hand, and I knew it was effective. It also created a warmth in my loins, reminding me of what he’d done with my ass in the early hours of that morning. I wondered if there was similar fun awaiting us this evening.
We paused for lunch at another fast-food place, with Julian and me sitting on one side of the booth, and Bobby on the other. I kept my hand on Julian’s muscular thigh as our shoulders touched, causing more wet heat to flood my pussy.
When we finished eating, Bobby headed for a quick trip to the restroom, and when he was gone, Julian leaned close and said in a low voice, “You’re making me hard doing that.”
I smiled up at him. “Really?”
He returned my smile. “Yes, really.”
I glanced around the restaurant, making sure no one was staring at us, then slid my hand up to his crotch, feeling his half-hard cock under the denim. I squeezed him gently.
“Mmm, you are getting hard.”
“You’d better stop it, or I won’t be able to stand up.”
I giggled. “Just doing my part to convince Bobby we’re a couple.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, he’s convinced. When we were driving in his truck together, he was asking all about you, wondering what it was like to fuck a teenager again.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him it was amazing.”
I grinned. “Thanks for talking me up.”
“Well, I wasn’t completely making it up. Last night was incredible.”
I smiled again. “Yeah, it was.”
Bobby returned from the restroom and we headed back out to the vehicles. As we walked, I noticed a nice-sized lump at the front of Julian’s jeans, and I gave him a grin. He just shook his head and smiled.
So now the long move was over with, and it was time to relax. It was still early, around three in the afternoon, and I called my mom to give her an update while Julian was still outside.
“Hi Mom,” I said after she said hello.
“Beth? What’s going on?”
“We finished moving. Julian’s new place is really nice. It has a pool and everything.”
“That’s great. Is he happy with it?”
“Oh yeah, he loves it.”
“I’m really proud of you, honey. You’ve really helped him in the last few weeks.”
“Well, it probably wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t encouraged me to visit him.”
I couldn’t see her, but I could picture her smug smile. “I had a feeling you could help him,” she replied. “Do you need me to come pick you up?”
“No. We’ll probably hang around here for a little bit, maybe order something to eat.”
“I’m proud of you honey.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I wondered if she’d be saying that if she knew what Julian and I had done last night.
Julian came back in as we ended the call.
“Talk to you later then,” Mom said. “If you need a ride, just call.”
Julian sat beside me.
“I will,” I replied. “Bye.”
I hung up the phone and turned to Julian. “Just letting Mom know we were done.”
He nodded. “Thanks for all your help, Beth. We’d still be moving stuff without you helping out.”
“No problem.”
He looked around at all the boxes. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to unpack, but I’ll do that tomorrow. Now, I just want to relax.”
I nodded. “Me too.”
“But first of all, I need a shower. I feel all dirty and sweaty.”
“Tell me about it. I must smell like a dirty sock.”
He leaned in close for a moment, then said, “Actually, you smell pretty good.”
I smiled. “Liar.”
“I’m serious.”
“Either way, I need a shower. So I’ll take one after you’re done.”
“You can go first.”
“That’s okay. It’s your new place, you can break in the shower.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Go ahead in, and I’ll find the box with the towels in it. I’ll bring one in for you.”
“Thanks. That’s nice of you.”
He got up and headed down the hall to the bathroom, and I began looking for the box labeled ‘Bath’. By the time I found it and extracted a pair of towels, then went to the closed bathroom door, I could hear the water running inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind me. The air was warm from the steam, and I walked to the towel rack, placing the towels on it. As I did, I stared at the glass walls of the shower. They were clear except for a wide, opaque horizontal strip that blocked my view of Julian’s body. I could see his head and below his knees, but the rest was only a vague outline. He was washing his face, so he hadn’t noticed me come in.
“Your towel is here,” I announced.
He tilted his head back and rinsed the lather from his face, then turned to look at me with a smile.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem. Just don’t use up all the hot water.”
He chuckled. “Not in a place this nice. They have all the hot water we want.”
“Good to hear.”
“But then again, just because we have all the hot water we want, doesn’t mean we have to waste it.”
I gave him a curious look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, water conservation is important.” He grinned.
“That’s true, but I’m still not sure what you mean.”
His smile widened. “Beth, this is my coy way of asking you to share a shower with me.”
My eyebrows rose. “Oh.” After a moment, I grinned. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good, get in here.” He began soaping up again.
I quickly stripped off my clothes, then pulled open the glass door at the rear of the shower and stepped inside. Julian’s back was to me as he stood under the spray, and I admired his physique. Was it my imagination, or had he lost a little bit of weight in the past few weeks? Either way, he looked very good, and I felt a pulse of heat ripple through my loins.
“Can I wash your back?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied, and handed the bar of soap back.
I took it, and began to rub it over his back, working up the lather. His shoulders were broad, and I felt the muscles underneath as I kneaded the suds into his skin. After placing the soap in the tray, I worked my way down, following the taper of his body to his waist, and then onto the globes of his buttocks. They felt wonderful under my touch – so strong and powerful – and a flutter of desire went through me as I imagined holding them as he stroked into my pussy.
I teased my fingers along the crack of his ass, and when he didn’t complain I delved into it, soaping up his intimate skin. When I rubbed over his anus and then lower, touching his ballsack from behind, he twitched slightly but didn’t say anything.
“All done,” I said, giving his butt a light slap.
He turned to face me, wearing a smile. “Thanks, that felt good.”
My gaze tracked down his body, from his broad chest to his stomach, and then his cock. It was semi-hard, arching out from his body in a lazy droop, almost grazing my stomach from our closeness.
“Want me to get your front too?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Already did that. Your turn.”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer, then turned us both around so the hot spray was now on my back. But I hardly felt it, focusing more on how his cock was rubbing against my stomach.
But then he spun me around so I was facing the water, and he took the soap from the tray and began to lather my back. His hands felt incredible on me, so strong and sure, and it almost felt like a massage as he worked the soap into my skin.
Like I’d done, he worked his way downward, and soon he’d reached my ass, massaging and caressing the soft globes as he spread the lather around. When a finger teased down into the crack, I twitched, and when it slid lower, a shiver ran through me.
His soapy digit traced over my anus, then onto the patch of skin between my pussy and ass. Probing further, I felt it at the base of my slit, teasing my entrance.
I groaned softly, not sure if he could hear me over the spray of water.
He pressed his hand against my ass, pushing his finger slightly into my pussy, and I could feel my tight walls grasping at the intrusion.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
But then his hand was gone, rejoining the other as they returned to my back. I turned to face him.
“Thanks.”
He smiled. “My pleasure.”
When I glanced down, I saw that his cock was now fully hard, straining up from his groin in a rigid arc. Because of its angle, we could stand closer without it touching me.
“Wash your front?” he asked with a slight grin.
I smiled. “Is this the full-service wash?”
He chuckled. “Of course. I have to pay you back for your hard work somehow.”
I giggled. “Then yes, give me the full service wash please.”
He picked up the soap and rubbed it vigorously between his hands, working up a good lather. After setting it aside, he slowly reached for my breasts. As he cupped their firm softness, I groaned softly again.
My nipples swelled to aching tightness as he began to wash me, covering my skin with the luxurious lather. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch me, his caress light when it needed to be, and more firm when that was needed too. His thumbs would occasionally graze over my slippery nipples, and my soft groans increased.
Keeping one hand on my breast, he moved the other lower, working it down over my flat stomach. When he reached my pussy, I spread my legs slightly to give him room, and moaned softly as he cupped the smooth-shaven mound.
He worked the lather over my delicate skin, massaging the swell of flesh. Even without sliding his fingers inside of me, I could feel my pleasure rising as his touch buffeted my clit in its slick folds.
I slid my arms up around his shoulders to steady myself, and he pressed closer, his chest grazing against my nipples. His other hand remained on my pussy, caressing the smooth skin.
I groaned as he slid a finger into me, mixing the soapy
water with my inner lubrication. Curling his hand downward, he pressed his finger into my tight channel, forcing apart my inner walls.
“Uhhh,” I groaned.
“So tight,” he whispered.
The curve of his erection pressed against my stomach, and I reached down between us to grip it around the middle of the shaft. My fingers didn’t reach all the way around, but I held it tightly, feeling its hot hardness in my grasp.
His slick finger slid from my depths and then moved upward, parting my inner lips to reach their apex, where my clit was peeking out from its protective hood. He rolled the end of his finger over the swollen nub, causing me to groan and grip his cock even tighter.
“Is this okay?” he asked, as he began to pleasure me with his finger.
“Yesss,” I whispered. “So good.”
He tightened his arm around me, supporting my balance as he used his finger to tease over my clit. Once again, it seemed like he knew exactly how to touch me, causing my pleasure to rise quickly.
After a minute, he pressed his finger into me again, his knuckles pressing against my smooth outer lips as he probed deep. I moaned and hunched my hips gently against his touch, almost as if I were fucking his finger. He began to slide it in and out, forcing his way through my tender walls as if it were a cock.
“Oh god,” I groaned, leaning against him for support. My legs felt weak as he drew the pleasure from me, like a maestro conducting an orchestra. As he continued to fuck me with his finger, he used his thumb on my clit, batting at the swollen pea to add another layer to my ecstasy.
I still had one hand on his cock, and I moved my other arm around his back, holding on tightly as the knot of pleasure twisted in my gut. The hot water streamed over both of us as we clung to each other in the steamy bath.
He took his time, working his fingers slowly over and inside my engorged pussy. I closed my eyes and let the cloud of pleasure carry me away, as my climax rushed at me.
His finger felt amazing as it stroked through my tender walls, assisted by my copious lubrication. At the same time his thumb rolled over my clit, using a light but firm touch on the tight bundle of nerves. I began to twitch and quiver as the pressure built inside of me, my orgasm only seconds away.
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