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Spencer's room was, once again, nice, but smaller than before. There was a small living room-like area that had a discreet bathroom connected to it; his room was separated a half-wall that served as more of a privacy divider than anything else. I sat down on the one chair in the room and carefully took off my boots. Spencer put his coat up while I quickly undressed and hopped in the shower.
I left the bathroom door open, so Spencer walked a little bit in and said, "I guess I'll shower when you're done—"
"Just come in," I suppressed my smirk and stuck a wet, soapy hand out and beckoned him to join me. He quickly undressed and left his clothing neatly on the counter by the sink. He hesitantly pulled the curtain to the side, took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. I hurriedly lathered my body up with foamy soap before he stepped in—he grinned and grabbed the bottle of soap and did the same. I grabbed his hands once he was done and tugged him toward me. He slipped a little and smacked into me. The water rushed down our bodies and moved the soap all around. I stole a kiss from him; he groaned quietly against my lips before saying,
"You know, it's very hard to have sex in the shower—"
"Is it?" I kissed his neck and slowly started a hang job.
He gasped, gulped and continued, "In any water, actually?"
"Why's that?" I purred against his neck and nibbled on his right earlobe.
He shuddered for a second—I ran my thumb in quick, small circles against the tip of dick while using my left hand to continued my gentle twists and up and down strokes and his hardening shaft. He looked down into my excited eyes with bedroom eyes, "The water washes away the necessary oils and—"
I kissed him and sped up the jerks of my hand job. He groaned against my lips but jumped almost made us slip when I took my right hand from the tip to his balls. He put a hand against the wall to balance himself; I giggled and kept playing with them. He tipped his head back and breathed out of his mouth, but he gasped when I slid down to my knees and took him into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the tip of his dick and gave him a few licks before circling the hole, running over it, and then started to swirl my tongue all over the tip. I took just the head into my mouth and sucked on it for a minute before I released him. I looked up at him—both of his hands were pressed against the wall behind me and he stared down at me with heavy, but pleasured, eyes. I winked up at Spencer before I held his dick totally up and pressed my tongue against the base of his dick. I put a lot of pressure into my licks as I licked the few veins that started to show. I kept doing this until his dick was completely stiff; then I took the head back into my mouth. I licked it a few times and gently used my teeth for more stimulation, which he responded with a moan, so I continued this for the rest of his dick. I took an inch more into my mouth, licked and sucked my way back up to the top of the head, then slid down more; I continued this process until I eventually reached all the way to the base of his dick. He let out a loud, low moan while I sucked on his entire dick and gently used my teeth all the way back up. I kissed my way back up to his neck; I kissed the apple of his throat before saying, "What's difficult about the shower?"
He laughed and kissed me roughly with need. He parted for breathe and then slid his right hand from my hip to between my thighs. He stroked me with his thumb, which caused me to shudder and jump back from him. He kissed my neck and said, "It washes all your wetness away."
I groaned from frustration and quickly turned 180 degrees. I rinsed the remaining soap from my body then turned and let the water run the soap on my back away. I traded places with Spencer and helped him wash up. I jumped out of the shower once he turned the water off and quickly patted the water off of me with one of the towels. He quickly dried off, too, and followed me to his bed. I sat down on the edge and scooted two feet back. I leaned back and rested my wait on my elbows; I spread my legs enough for him to see my slowly moistening pussy and bit my bottom lip as I scanned his bare body. He ran his hands through his hair before climbing on top of me. He kissed my lips slowly and sensually before kissing my neck and near my left ear. "I want you so badly."
"Is that it?" I groaned against his lips.
He started to feverishly kiss all over my neck.
I sighed with pleasure as Spencer started to kiss my collar bone. I shifted my weight to my left arm and cupped his chin in my right hand. I looked at him with my needy, desire filled eyes, "What do you want to do?"
He kissed me on the lips again, this time nibbling on my bottom lip and earning a soft moan from me. "I'm going to kiss you all over."
"Mhhmm," I sighed and kissed him again, "That's it?"
He laughed and slid the tip of his dick against my slit, making me shudder and groan. "You'll just have to wait and see."
I laughed.
He kissed his way back down to my breasts. He kissed, licked and bit my nipples softly. I arched my chest closer to him and moaned, but he started to kiss down my stomach, skipped my pussy entirely and went directly to my thighs. He spread my legs and squeezed my outer thighs. I groaned and realized that I shaved two days ago. Hopefully I'm not too prickly on my thighs; Spencer kept kissing my thighs though. He kissed the top of my slit and slid the tip of his tongue from the top all the way to the bottom, where he stuck his tongue into my aching hole and wiggled it around. I pumped my hips up and moaned loudly. He smirked and continued his free-style tongue fuck until I started to claw at and clump up the covers in my fists.
I looked down at him as withdrew his tongue and starting to lick at my hot clit. I moaned again and then said, "Oh God, Spencer…" He sucked my clit into his mouth and slid two fingers into my dripping pussy. He twisted his fingers left and right while rocking them in and out of me. I gasped and groaned out, "Oh Spencer! Spencer! Stop! Stop!"
He looked up at me with confusion.
I rocked my hips back to meet his fingers, "Fuck me, stop teasing me. Fuck me."
He grinned and slid his fingers out of me. He climbed back on top of me and slid his two slick fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them and locked gazes with him. He groaned and took his fingers out of my mouth. He kissed me roughly and then whispered, "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I groaned out and kissed and nipped at his Adam's apple.
He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my slick folds, "How badly?"
I grinned and kissed behind his left ear, "Even more with your proper use of adverbs."
He laughed.
I slid my hand down between us and grabbed his dick. I led the tip down to my hole and pressed him against me. He wiggled his hips and pushed the tip of his dick into me. I groaned out and relaxed against the bed. He nestled his face in my neck and squeezed my hips in his hands. He popped me up and against his hips, which in turn made my eyes snap open and made me moan. He balanced himself on his knees and slowly brought my hips up to meet his, essentially sliding my pussy all the way to the base of his dick. I pressed my hands down behind me to help him balance in this new position and slowly rocked my hips against him. He looked down at me and groaned out. I wrapped my legs around him, so he squeezed his way up to my breasts with his left hand. He played with my titties and nipples, making me even wetter than before. I slid my left hand down to my pussy and started to rub my clit as he gradually worked up to a faster and harder rhythm. I tossed my head back and moaned out his name as my pussy worked up to an orgasm.
My hot pussy walls squeezed his thick, aching dick. He shouted out and dropped me a little bit. He slammed his hands down on the bed and let me keep our position by keeping my legs wrapped around him. He looked down at me and groaned while I flexed my PC muscles and shouted out for him. He kept the rocking, wave motion of his fucking; I looked up into his eyes—his lids were flicking open and closed sporadically, so I kissed him sloppily and moaned, "Spee-Speencerrrr! AHH. OHH—Fuck me harder!"
He panted and immediately complied. He slammed his full length in and out and groaned loudly. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—"
I started to slam back onto his dick and shouted from the feeling of his dick rubbing my sensitive walls even deeper. "Oh Spencer!" I shouted, "You're so fucking big—you feel so good!"
He dropped his face into my neck and kissed me feverishly. "You're already so tight," he grunted, "If you keep squeezing me I won't be able to hold back."
I moaned at the sound of his voice, thick with lust and need. I clumped the sheets up in my hands and kept slamming my hips up to meet his thrust. "Not yet," I groaned, "I'm almost there."
He groaned and kept fucking me. He wiggled his hips and listened for a change of moan until he found my sweet spot. He immediately started to thrust against my sweet spot and watched as I squirmed and spammed underneath him until I screamed out his name. He instantly released his hot load in me when he felt my orgasm ripple through my body and squeeze his dick for all its worth. He shouted out from pure physical bliss and collapsed on top of me. We panted and rested for two or three minutes before he rolled off me and sloppily kissed me.
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