She's not letting up, and his breath is coming in sharp gasps as he feels the tension building. Everything aroudn him narrows until all he's aware of is the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, the feeling of her mouth and hands on his erection.
"Oh God, Chris..."
He can't hold back any longer, every muscle tensing as he comes, fingers gripping the counter until his knuckles turn white. Sheer, almost unbearable pleasure washes over him, and it's all he can do to keep himself steady.
She feels a thrill through her body when he whispers her name. He's going to come and she slides her tongue over him one last time before he does.
Her fingers dig into his skin a little as she swallows.
After a few moments she pulls back, gently wipes at her lower lip with her thumb, then stands up. Chris wraps her arms around Jack's waist and lays light kisses on his shoulder and chest.
Jack's eyes are closed as he tries to catch his breath, and he doesn't open them as she wraps her arms around him. He simply responds in kind, relishing in the feeling of her in his arms, of her soft kisses on his shoulders for a moment.
Once he's not breathing quite so quickly, he tilts his head so he can kiss the rim of her ear, his nose buried in her hair.
"Your turn," he says, in a voice soft and smooth as velvet, "I'll get the shower ready."
He looks down at her for a moment--he loves to see her smile, especially when she's smiling at him like that--and kisses her quickly. He slides out from between her and the counter, turning on the shower, silently urging it to hurry up and get warm enough for them to step in.
He steps in after her, kissing her deeply as they stand under the spray. His hands slide down to her hips, pulling her close to him, wanting to feel her warm, now wet skin on his.
Slowly, he kisses his way down her neck to her shoulder. As his lips reach her collarbone, he slides his hands down over the curves of her ass, pressing her hips against his. It's a hint of friction, though probably not in the place she'd most like to feel it.
He looks up at her with a mischevous smile, before returning to the task at hand.
He kisses his way down her chest to her breasts, swirling his tongue around a nipple, biting it occasionally, as his hands stroke up and down her thighs, always getting close to the apex of her thighs, but quite close enough.
Finally, dropping kisses down her stomach, he slips one finger between her folds, gently circling her clit. The touch is light, the movement slow. If she's going to call him a tease, he's going to earn the title.
The feeling of his teeth scraping, biting at her nipple and then his tongue sliding over it as if to soothe, leaves her panting.
She's squirming, impatient, when he moves down her body.
Chris spreads her legs a little, anticipating his touch. It's soft and agonizing and feels so good and she feels weak in the knees, grabbing the towel rack with one hand while the other holds his shoulder.
He turns his head to kiss the inside of her forearm as she puts her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. It's his turn to be turned on, looking at the expression on her face, hearing her breath coming in short gasps, feeling her hips move slightly, trying to get more pressure against her clit. He loves watching her as he does this, loves seeing her enjoying it.
He teases a little longer, before sliding his fingers over the slick skin to her entrance, slowly stroking inside her with one finger, then two. For a moment he concentrates on that movement, watching her face as he caresses her inner walls.
After a minute he kisses his way down her hip to the inside of her thigh, so close that he can smell her arousal. And though he wants to make that final move almost as much as she likely wants him to, he holds off just a little longer.
She moans softly when he enters her, her hips trying to meet his movements.
"Oh god," she breathes, her head titling back. Chris tries to spread her legs further, wanting to feel more of him inside her. Her hand grips his shoulder, partly for balance and partly to encourage him to continue.
But instead he pauses and Chris bites her lower lip.
And how can he resist the pleading in her voice? Particularly when her husky tone is temptiong him to speed things up a little.
He kisses his way up her thigh again, catching a couple of the rivulets of water running down her leg with his tongue. His hand still moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his lips reach the top of her thighs. A moment's pause before he kisses her cleft, finding her clit with his mouth and sucking on it gently as he tastes her.
A dizzying wave of pleasure rolls over her as his tongue pushes her lips apart and slides against her clit. She's panting now and her hand has moved to the back of his head where she's grabbing at his hair and praying he doesn't stop.
She pulling his head closer, a clear indication that she wants more, and he obliges. He swirls his tongue around her clit before nipping it gently, sucking on it harder than before. He beings to stroke in and out of her with his hand faster, trying to bring her to climax; he's started to get aroused again, but he's not going to move on until he's given her the kind of release she gave him.
She's still holding onto the towel rack with a white-knucled grasp that almost hurts. Chris tries to move her hips a little more but her whole body is trembling, the pressure at once too much and not enough.
His fingers push into her again, rubbing against her in the right spot as his tongue circles her clit before sucking a little and it's just enough...
"Jack. Oh god," she whimpers, the last coherent sentence before dissolving into moans as her orgasm rolls over her.
He can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, and he slows their rhythm, still moving, to try and draw out her orgasm as long as he can.
He continues his attentions for another minute, then gets to his feet, tilting his head back into the shower spray for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He drops soft kisses on her neck and shoulders, listening to her rapid breathing as she comes down from her orgasm.
Watching her come has made him start to get hard again, and God, does he ever want her right now. But he'll let her catch her breath first.
He kisses his way back up her neck and jaw to her lips, kissing her deeply once he's there. The water is beating against his back, the ache below getting more and more insistent.
"I want you, right here," he whispers, in between kisses.
She kisses back, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. A tingle goes through her body when he whisper what he wants.
"All right," Chris says softly, a small grin curling at the corners of her mouth. She leans in, kissing him deeply before turning in his arms to face the wall.
Then Chris looks over her shoulder at him, her grin wider.
He brushes her wet, wavy hair out of the way, leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist.
A few kisses down the top of her spine before he pulls back, positioning himself at her entance and slowly leaning into her, feeling her warmth surrounding him an inch at a time. He lets out a ragged breath, his hands resting at her hips, before he slowly start to move in and out of her in a rocking motion.
Chris sighs softly when he enters her, feeling relaxed for a moment before the tension starts to build.
Her body pushes against his, her hips trying to move in time with his. With one hand on the wall, her other hand moves down between her thighs.
She looks over her shoulder, and lays a few errant kisses on his cheek and jawline before he kisses her on the lips. Chris nips at his lower lip before kissing him more softly.
She looks she gives him over her shoulder before kissing him only turns him on even more and he begins to thrust a little faster, a little harder. As her hand moves between her legs, he covers her hand with his, his other hand slowly moving up her side to massage one of her breasts.
"Oh, Jack," she moans and rubs on her clit faster, wanting more pressure.
Her cries sound so loud to her ears but she doesn't have enough willpower to try and keep quiet when his fingers are teasing her nipple and each thrust is a little faster, a little harder.
His breathing is getting ragged, his movements less fluid as he's reaching the limit of his self-control. He leans his head forward against her shoulder, closing his eyes as he can feel himself getting closer.
It's the sounds she's making, her moaning his name that drives him over the edge. He thrusts into her as deeply as he can as he comes, his hand urging hers to move faster over her clit, silently begging her to join him.
He manages a few more thrusts as she tightens around him, before all he can concentrate on is keeping his footing. His knees feel wobbly, but he doesn't move to brace himself. Instead, he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around Chris, just wanting to feel her skin against his as he comes down from his climax. He doesn't want to let go of her just yet.
As he gets his breath back, he scatters a few soft kisses along the back of her neck.
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Chris looked up at him. She loved seeing him so close, it turned her on.
She continues, using her hands and trying to take more of him in her mouth.
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"Oh God, Chris..."
He can't hold back any longer, every muscle tensing as he comes, fingers gripping the counter until his knuckles turn white. Sheer, almost unbearable pleasure washes over him, and it's all he can do to keep himself steady.
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Her fingers dig into his skin a little as she swallows.
After a few moments she pulls back, gently wipes at her lower lip with her thumb, then stands up. Chris wraps her arms around Jack's waist and lays light kisses on his shoulder and chest.
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Once he's not breathing quite so quickly, he tilts his head so he can kiss the rim of her ear, his nose buried in her hair.
"Your turn," he says, in a voice soft and smooth as velvet, "I'll get the shower ready."
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"Sounds good to me," she whispers.
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She reaches out sticking her hand under the shower spray - the water is lukewarm which is fine for a hot summer day.
Chris moves past him and steps into the shower and Jack follows.
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Slowly, he kisses his way down her neck to her shoulder. As his lips reach her collarbone, he slides his hands down over the curves of her ass, pressing her hips against his. It's a hint of friction, though probably not in the place she'd most like to feel it.
He's going to draw this out as much as he can.
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She gives out a small sigh when he presses against her. Instinctively, she moves against him wanting needing more pressure.
"Tease."
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He kisses his way down her chest to her breasts, swirling his tongue around a nipple, biting it occasionally, as his hands stroke up and down her thighs, always getting close to the apex of her thighs, but quite close enough.
Finally, dropping kisses down her stomach, he slips one finger between her folds, gently circling her clit. The touch is light, the movement slow. If she's going to call him a tease, he's going to earn the title.
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She's squirming, impatient, when he moves down her body.
Chris spreads her legs a little, anticipating his touch. It's soft and agonizing and feels so good and she feels weak in the knees, grabbing the towel rack with one hand while the other holds his shoulder.
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He teases a little longer, before sliding his fingers over the slick skin to her entrance, slowly stroking inside her with one finger, then two. For a moment he concentrates on that movement, watching her face as he caresses her inner walls.
After a minute he kisses his way down her hip to the inside of her thigh, so close that he can smell her arousal. And though he wants to make that final move almost as much as she likely wants him to, he holds off just a little longer.
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"Oh god," she breathes, her head titling back. Chris tries to spread her legs further, wanting to feel more of him inside her. Her hand grips his shoulder, partly for balance and partly to encourage him to continue.
But instead he pauses and Chris bites her lower lip.
"Jack, please."
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He kisses his way up her thigh again, catching a couple of the rivulets of water running down her leg with his tongue. His hand still moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his lips reach the top of her thighs. A moment's pause before he kisses her cleft, finding her clit with his mouth and sucking on it gently as he tastes her.
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His fingers push into her again, rubbing against her in the right spot as his tongue circles her clit before sucking a little and it's just enough...
"Jack. Oh god," she whimpers, the last coherent sentence before dissolving into moans as her orgasm rolls over her.
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He continues his attentions for another minute, then gets to his feet, tilting his head back into the shower spray for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He drops soft kisses on her neck and shoulders, listening to her rapid breathing as she comes down from her orgasm.
Watching her come has made him start to get hard again, and God, does he ever want her right now. But he'll let her catch her breath first.
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"I want you, right here," he whispers, in between kisses.
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"All right," Chris says softly, a small grin curling at the corners of her mouth. She leans in, kissing him deeply before turning in his arms to face the wall.
Then Chris looks over her shoulder at him, her grin wider.
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A few kisses down the top of her spine before he pulls back, positioning himself at her entance and slowly leaning into her, feeling her warmth surrounding him an inch at a time. He lets out a ragged breath, his hands resting at her hips, before he slowly start to move in and out of her in a rocking motion.
This was definitely worth the wait.
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Her body pushes against his, her hips trying to move in time with his. With one hand on the wall, her other hand moves down between her thighs.
She looks over her shoulder, and lays a few errant kisses on his cheek and jawline before he kisses her on the lips. Chris nips at his lower lip before kissing him more softly.
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Her cries sound so loud to her ears but she doesn't have enough willpower to try and keep quiet when his fingers are teasing her nipple and each thrust is a little faster, a little harder.
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It's the sounds she's making, her moaning his name that drives him over the edge. He thrusts into her as deeply as he can as he comes, his hand urging hers to move faster over her clit, silently begging her to join him.
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The feeling of Jack coming inside her is enough and she cries out wordlessly when she comes.
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As he gets his breath back, he scatters a few soft kisses along the back of her neck.