A/N; So when I started this 'story' (still have a difficult time calling it that since it's mostly non-stop sex), I never thought I was going to reach 10 chapters. I had a difficult time with this one. But here it is.
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Chapter 10
The water was hot. He let it run over his body, catching her looking at him, his golden hair partially covering his eyes, her admiring his built arms, his defined abs, his amazing v-shape, his hard-again, ready-to-play cock. The ever-present pool between her legs made its presence known. How was it possible that she was horny already? They had finished their previous adventure what, 10 minutes ago? And what an adventure it had been.
He reached for her shower gel, squeezing a large amount into his hands, looking at her as if asking 'May I?' She nodded, answering his unspoken question and giggling at the irony of him trying to clean her as it for sure would have the complete opposite effect.
He ran his soap-laden hands over her back, massaging, rubbing, covering it with bubbles and the scent of some flower that he could not remember the name of. He moved down to her ass, taking the opportunity to squeeze each cheek firmly. He moved his hands to rub her front, starting at her neck, her collarbone, the top of her breasts, embracing her from behind as he lathered her up while effectively engaging in the longest foreplay they had had, killing two birds with one stone. Turning her around, he kissed her, not rough but not softly, letting his tongue explore her mouth like his hands were exploring her body.'I think you need some extra attention here', he grunted as he circled her folds with his finger, massaging, but not going inside. 'Yes', he said, 'this area is extra dirty'. He moved her towards the wall, leaning her back up against it, knees spread apart. He used two fingers to spread her folds apart, grabbing the shower head of its hook with the other hand. With a small grin, he placed the hard stream between her legs, letting the water hit her clit directly while moving the shower head in small circles. She gasped at the pressure, moaned loudly as pleasure pulsated through her. He waited until she almost came, swiftly removing the stream making her protest and scream for more. He repeated, teasing her with no mercy until he finally allowed her to cum, pushing his fingers into her as she was writhing from pleasure, getting harder as he felt her walls pulsating around him, holding his fingers in a firm grip. He finger fucked her, prolonging her orgasm, making her scream his name out loud just as she had done in the elevator not too long ago.
'My turn', she smirked as he put the shower head back, repeating his actions by running her soapy hands all over him, his shoulders, his back, his ass, his abs. She grabbed his cock, hardening it further and slowly began pumping him in short, quick movements. He groaned her name. 'This, too, is extra dirty', she smirked. 'What are you going to do about it' he croaked as she increased the speed of her pumping. 'I'm going to suck it clean' she whispered as she dropped to her knees, hair in her face, water cascading over her brown mane. He quickly gathered her hair together into an improvised pony tail, his fingers functioning as a hair tie. She started licking the head, moisturizing his shaft with her wet tongue. 'Fuck, Laura'. She knew right there that pleasuring him was her favorite past time. He allowed her to play with him, not pulling her hair but gently holding it. She took him in, deep in her throat, and she felt him pull on his hair in reaction. 'I want you to fuck my mouth', she moaned. His hold on her hair tightened yet again as he tried to stop himself from cumming. Something about her being vulgar really, really, turned him on. He began slowly, lightly tugging at her hair, moving her head back and forth in slow movements, groaning each time his head met her throat. He soon switched to holding her head in place, now moving his cock instead of her head, moving it in and out between her lips, fucking her mouth in deep thrusts while slowly picking up speed. 'I want to taste you', she murmured and he came, his cum hitting the back of her throat and her swallowing it all in one big gulp, letting his cock out of her mouth and suggestively licking her lips.
He awoke in her bed, hard again as if there was no other state. She was running her tongue over his chest. He just couldn't believe that she was as insatiable as he was. In one motion, he rolled on top of her, kissing her hungrily as if he hadn't tasted her for years rather than a couple of hours. She responded by spreading her legs, encouraging him to grind into her, her underwear and his boxers keeping them from each other. On contact, she whimpered softly. He broke away from the kiss, looking at her with worried eyes. 'I'm a little sore', she confessed. He knew he had been rough in the elevator. And in the hallway. 'Im sorry', he muttered, his eyes full of regret and mad for allowing himself to lose control like that. 'Its not like it hurts. Besides, it was well worth it,' she smiled. He gave her a softer kiss, meant as a goodnight kiss or maybe rather a go back to sleep kiss, and she involuntarily moaned. 'I'm still so horny, though', she complained. 'I think I have a solution', he whispered hoarsely as he raised himself up on his knees. 'Show me how you touch yourself'. She looked self-conscious but intrigued. ''that way you can set the pace, the pressure', he continued, as he pulled down her panties, then moving on to his own underwear. She nodded, compliantly, and slowly began rubbing, sticking an occasional finger inside, spreading her moisture all over. 'Im thinking of you and your cock' she whispered. Fascinated by the way she was rubbing her fingers, circulating, providing pressure while simultaneously letting out shortened breath through her delicious lips, he began pumping himself. He knew that he was the luckiest man alive. Her eyes never left his, both sets filled to the brim with lust and desire. He was trying to go slow to make it last but failing miserably as the view of her on her back, hair spread out, her nipples hardened, pleasuring herself while thinking of him, panting and grunting and soon falling into pleasure, moving in uncoordinated spasms, was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As she finished, he slowly grabbed her hand, licking her fingers that had just moved inside of her, drinking her juices and groaning at the taste as he released his load all over her fantastic body.
He woke up the next morning with a light head but a heavy heart. He had to go back home. She was sleeping next to him, peaceful but still sexy as hell. He couldn't help himself as he lightly cupped her breast, waking her up by squeezing them firmly. She smiled and he immediately hardened. That's all it took now? What was next, him hardening at the mere mentioning of her name? 'Up already', she smirked suggestively as she saw the bulge in his boxers. 'Never really went down', he smirked back, 'but I've got to go, I just don't believe in leaving notes. I rather do this'. He kissed her, slowly, unhurriedly despite his time constraint, holding himself back, not wanting it to lead to anything more, and savoring the moment.
'Why don't you come with me?' His face lit up at the thought. 'I can't, she shook her head, 'I have to be here for an event tomorrow'. His smile wiped from his face in disappointment. 'I will miss you' she half whispered, not looking at him. 'I will miss you too', he answered, moving her head with his hands to establish eye contact. She looked at him, hesitantly, then speaking up. 'Look, I don't know what this is, and I know that I don't have any obligation to tell you, but I believe in honesty. I'm going to have dinner with John tonight. I just thought you should know'.
Jealousy. Running through his body, speeding up his heart rate and eliciting anger. He almost got scared at the intensity of it. He had been jealous the night before, but not like this. This was a different story. This was her ex-fiancée, at some point she had loved him, or at least cared enough for him to accept his proposal. This guy had done things to her, with her that he himself never had had the opportunities to do. Take her on dates, have long conversations, stay up all night watching movies. He quickly realized that his jealousy was not only targeted at potential sexual activities, but also at the non-sexual aspects of their past relationship. He fisted his hands in anger. God damn it, she was his. He didn't want her to have dinner with him. He couldn't say anything, though, as he knew he currently had no claim in who she was choosing to spend her time with. He cleared his throat. ''I didn't realize you guys are still friends'. She made a face, hesitant yet again, as if not knowing how much to reveal. 'He wants me back' Of course he does, he thought, it was beyond him how he had let her go in the first place. 'Have you slept with him since you broke up?'She looked at him appalled, wrinkled eyebrows, shaking her head no. 'He's planning on getting you drunk and take advantage of your lack of self-control' he said, meant as a joke but coming out angrily. 'Not that it's any of your business, but believe it or not, his only goal in life is not to get me into bed'. He wasn't sure if it was meant as a jab at him. Irregardless, it stung. He wanted her for so much more, he just couldn't contain himself long enough around her to figure all the practicalities out. And he was nervous, so nervous, about a potential next step in this 'relationship'. 'So he hasn't tried to bed you since you broke it off?' he retorted. She blushed and he had his answer. 'I have no intentions of taking him back. And for the record, my self-control is only second to none around you. Trust me, I'm able to control myself plenty with other people. But now that I know that you have a problem with my apparent lack of control, I will make sure I restrain myself around you from now on'.
He couldn't believe how much he was going to miss her. He leaned down and kissed her again, jealousy still raging through his veins.
It may just have been his imagination running wild, but he could have sworn that as he crossed through the lobby, the female security guard lifted her head from a surveillance screen, raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a suggestive smile as he exited.
He walked out of the building, plans forming in his head as he hailed a cab.