A Shower of Sparks

Adult content, not my characters, you know the drill.

Ron stared down at the young woman curled in his arms with wonder. He just couldn't believe that she had not only accepted his embraces but responded with more eager passion than he could have dreamed. He could still feel his head clouded with the buzz from his orgasm and feel his heart hammering from the exertion. And despite being completely happy and completely satisfied, he could already feel himself stirring, responding to the naked girl in his arms. He wanted more.

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, tilting her face so that her piercing eyes looked straight into his and smiled.

'Are you okay?' he asked softly, needing to hear it from her lips. He felt so amazing; she had to feel the same way.

'Yeah' she said, returning his smile dreamily. 'I've never been better'

He pulled her further onto his lap in order to wrap his arms tighter around her and feel her warm body against his muscled chest. In doing this, he pulled her inadvertently over his swelling cock, causing his state of mind to become pretty obvious. He looked down, unsure as to how she would respond but had to stifle a gasp as she moved her hips experimentally on his lap, causing a rapid flow of blood from his head to places less reasonable.

'I could probably use a cold shower right now' he said, smiling ruefully and sliding her off his lap before he lost control and flipped her over and took her right there.

He stood, slightly unsteady, and stepped straight into the shower, trying not to look at her and the slightly disappointed pout on her full lips. He turned the tap on, closed his eyes and let the water run over his hair, down over his wide shoulders. The cold water caused a gasp as it coursed over his buttocks before running down his long legs. Normalcy was starting to return, causing him to lean forwards and turn the shower to hot before he froze to death. Just as he leant forwards, he felt a movement behind him, and before he had time to react, a slender hand had sneaked round his waist and had a firm grip on his cock. He froze, not able to breathe as his erection came back tenfold.

'I thought I'd join you' said a sweet voice behind him. 'I'd hate to m- 'She was cut off abruptly by his hungry mouth meeting hers, drawing her under the showerhead so that her hair was soaked in seconds and his wandering hands were slick against her smooth skin. He trailed kisses along her neck and arms as she clutched him feverishly, running her hands over the smooth slopes of his back, curling her fingers into his hair, licking the water from his toned stomach. His tongue followed the path of a water droplet from her collar bone, down over the slope of one breast, flicking his tongue over her taught nipple to catch the trembling drop as she writhed in his arms.

The water clung to her eyelashes like a web of diamonds as she blinked up at him through the coursing water and he had an idea. He lifted the shower head from its bracket as brought it slowly over her head, letting the pressured water massage her scalp as he slipped a finger between her legs, alternately stroking and thrusting. She closed her eyes and allowed the water to run over her face until she gasped from lack of air and arousal. With that gasp, he brought the shower head lower, allowing the water to play on her breasts. She moaned as the powerful jets of water hit her nipples just as his thumb rubbed across her clit. As she shook, almost reaching orgasm at just a touch, he realised that he enjoyed this feeling, that he could give her this pleasure and have her entirely in his power. He moved his thumb again and her whole body arched towards him, as if begging for release.

As slowly as he could manage, he moved the shower head still lower, teasing her with the speed as the jets of water caressed her stomach. As the water got closer to her clit, she tried to move her hips to bring her under the stream of water, but he kept his teasing path down the inside of her thigh, almost to her knee then up again. She was almost crying with frustration when he suddenly lifted the shower head to her clit, running the strong water back and forth as his fingers dove deep inside her, still moving fast and firm as her walls contracted instantly in a powerful orgasm.

She held him so tightly that he felt her nails break his skin but he didn't care. He held her as she shook until she grabbed his waist and pulled him towards her. He needed no more coaxing and, taking her firm buttocks in both hands, drove straight into her, the shower falling forgotten from his hands. He was already so turned on that he couldn't be slow. He thrust so hard and fast that he was scared that he would hurt her but when he tried to slow himself, she dug her nails in and willed him back to his frantic pace. He held her so tightly that he knew there would be bruises and he could already feel the scratches that laced his back but he could only clutch her tighter as he thrust home again and again.

He was past thinking when she leant in and gently bit his shoulder, mid thrust and he was lost. He spurted into her, his pace slowing as waves of pleasure washed over him and she clutched at him, responding to his pleasure with another screaming orgasm.

He met her questing mouth with his own and kissed her deeply until they both gasped for breath, no words needed between them.