Chapter 155: Shower of Love
"The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting." – Gloria Leonard
"I'd like to meet the person who invented sex and see what they're working on now." – Unknown
"No one has ever died from an overdose of pornography." – J. Money and P. Tucker
"Pleasure is the only thing to live for. Nothing ages like happiness." – Oscar Wilde
"Philosophy is to the real world as masturbation is to sex." – Karl Marx
Sydney finally moved away from him slightly, saying, "We should finish rinsing you and then get out of the shower…"
He nodded, and was going to stand up, but she pushed him gently back on the ledge.
"Not yet…" she said with a smile, kneeling down again in between his legs. "First…we're going to do something about this," she said, grabbing his cock and tugging on him gently.
He moaned, his head falling back against the shower wall.
She smiled and began to stroke him, long, deliberate strokes, from the base all the way off the tip and then back down, starting at the base again.
Pre-come oozed from the tip instantly, her finger tracing it and rubbing it down his head. His cock strained upward, enlarging in her hand as it had before, she tightened her grip as she fisted his cock quickly.
She added more sensation by rubbing his balls, massaging, fondling, rolling, before pulling each one individually tenderly in her fingers.
His hips left the ledge momentarily, jerking into her hands, wanting more of whatever she was offering.
She stood up slightly, still bent over him so he was in her hands and kissed him gently, her tongue thrust into his mouth, rolling against his teeth.
She backed away and let her hand stop its motion on his balls while she grabbed his hand instead. She pulled gently, indicating he should stand and he got up and walked with her the short distance back to the spray. She adjusted the temperature slightly, since it had gotten somewhat colder and moved him in front of her, so her breasts were pressed against his back. He leaned into her slightly, careful not to put too much of his weight on her and her hand returned once again to his cock.
The water flowed over his skin, down his chest like it had on Sydney's moments before and sent shockwaves to his brain as Sydney moved him so that the spray of the water hit his cock. She pressed her finger into the spot right below the head, adding even more sensation as the water gently beat down on his dick. She grabbed his balls with her other hand; separating them gently and letting them roll back to their original state. She ran her finger up and down the seam of his sack, making him thrust erratically as she continued to stroke his cock, gripping beneath the head.
He moaned loudly, his head rolling back onto her shoulder, his breath heavy and hard, his eyes looking upward, hazy and lost in feeling. She could tell he was getting close, his hand reaching out absently to brace on the shower wall, in an effort to stay upright and to have something to hang onto.
"Uhhhnnn…Sydney…" he said, "I want…I want…" but with the things Sydney was doing to him, he couldn't finish.
"What do you want baby?" she asked.
"Mmm…stop…" he choked.
She stilled her hand, bringing the stroking to a grip on his cock, "What honey…"
"I wanna…I wanna touch you too…"
"Is this about guilt? Because this is not about each of us getting off Vaughn…"
"No…I wanna touch you," he said seriously.
She thought a moment, "Come here…" she said, moving herself in front of him and backing him to he ledge again. He reached out for her, but she stilled his hand, "You sit here…" she said, moving away from him, back into the spray of the shower.
He looked at her confused, "How am I gonna touch you from way over here?" he asked.
She smiled and grabbed the removable showerhead off of its perch. She directed the spray at him, hitting his chest. He jumped slightly, "What the…"
She smiled again and, eyeing him the whole way, slowly reclined at the other end of the shower, "Watch…and…show me…" she said quietly.
His face skewed in more confusion, but he got the idea really quickly when she spread her legs out in the shower stall and made sure he had a perfect view of her exposed center.
He moaned just watching her, seeing her spread herself open with one hand, her lips parting to show her most intimate of places. Her other hand held the showerhead deftly, and then slowly moved it, directing the spray on her clit. She threw her head back in a moan as the water hit her sensitive nub, more moans escaping and mixing with the rising steam.
He was utterly entranced by what she was doing. They'd talked about this only a few days before, but never in all his life, did he think this was going to take place in the shower, "Jesus Sydney," he breathed.
"You…you too…" she said with a lusty expression.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hand went instantly to his cock; gripping below the head, pre-come seeping out in beads. He moved his hand backward on his cock, creating a pleasing friction. He watched as she directed the spray of water over different parts of her clit, first the left side, then the right, then full-on the front. Her hips jerked away, a moan lurching from deep in her chest. Her breast jutted out, the nipples standing erect like pebbles; he was surprised he didn't come right there.
He started to move his hand more quickly on his cock, fisting it wildly and more roughly that Sydney would have. He reached down to fondle his balls, gently squeezing them each in turn before pulling on the sack a few times. His chest was heavy, he could feel his orgasm rising, his balls tensing beneath his fingers, moving up; preparing for release.
Sydney was a torrent of emotion, she couldn't decide whether she wanted to continue helping herself achieve climax or pounce on Vaughn's cock and suck the climax out of him. She was lost in feeling, the water heavy and hot, pressing rhythmically on her clit. She was mesmerized watching him bring himself to climax. She knew it would be hot, but nothing could have prepared her for seeing Vaughn masturbate. It was, by far, the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her whole entire life. His hand worked over his cock and balls, applying just the right amount of pressure and force. She noted that he was rougher with himself than she was, but that would make sense, he knew how rough he could be…she also knew how rough she could be next time…
She watched him pull on his sack, loving the emotion that washed over his face when he did. He pinched the head, moaning, it was driving her insane. Her climax was approaching fast, the water, beating steadily, his hand, moving so quickly on his cock again. She could tell he was close, their eyes never left each other's bodies, never closed, the fascination and wonder too much to miss even a second.
Sydney inserted a finger inside herself, giving her something to contract around, her orgasm ripping through her as she watched him come; his hips jerking, grunts emanating from him. His semen hit the shower wall forcefully before slowly sliding down the side and melding with the water spiraling down the drain.
Sydney surged forward and attacked his mouth, his chest heaving from the impact of what they'd just done.
His head was damp, not from the water, but from the experience that he'd just endured. Exertion was evident on his face; she doubted that he could get up at the moment.
He surprised her though, his hand darted out to grab hers, the same one that had given her relief as is pressed inside her moments ago, and eagerly sucked the fingers into his mouth.
She smiled and brought her other hand up to run through his hair as he licked her fingers clean, "God…" he said breathing heavily as he let her fingers slip out of his mouth.
She smirked at his lack of control, and grabbed the showerhead and brought it over to him, and rinsed off his head and face, smiling at him as he grinned back, his head finally resting on the wall.
"You ok?" she asked.
He nodded, not able to speak at the moment. When he did, it was incredibly raspy, but extremely sexy, "I can't…believe…we…just…did…that…" he said. "When you…" he stopped, swallowing, "that…finger…damn…"
She giggled, "Well…"
"I am…so tired," he admitted.
She giggled again, "You just rest a few minutes, ok…then we'll get you outta here and back to bed…I'll rinse you off…"
He nodded and let her do whatever she wanted, not really caring at this point. He smiled at her, "Thank you."
She kissed him, "Thank you…that was…wow Vaughn…yeah." She shook her head and rinsed herself off before turning off the shower and helping him tiredly get out of the stall.
