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water with his back. All so he could lift her. Bend forward. Shove material out of his way. Nuzzle her nubs. Lick. And then suckle.
Her flurry of gasps filled his ears. They became cries. Almost screams. Each one sent a flash of something roaring through his veins. It was huge. Heated. And as necessary as air. It was nearly uncontainable. Every limb trembled warningly. Kane lifted away from her bosom and locked his arms before he dropped her. Narrowed his eyes as she looked down at him. Met her gaze. Got struck by something electrifying. And that did it.
He fell.
The stool took the brunt of it, wood creaking ominously as his rear smacked onto the flat surface. His swim trunks flexed, but not enough. His balls got pinched. His erection smashed. Pain got mixed with pleasure as she jolted to a stop atop his bent thighs. And then her breasts bounced .
Kane shoved his head back, knocked it against the stall, and sent a roar into the space. He didn’t stop until he ran out of air. And then he sucked in another breath and did it again. It didn’t help. If anything, it made things worse. He brought his head back down. Glared across at her. Sent harsh breath after harsh breath her way. Her eyes were wide. So was her mouth. He was still blocking most of the water, although some of it splashed off his shoulders and neck and onto her skin. It gathered in little pools so it could drizzle down her perfection. Drip off her nipples. Reach him. And each one felt like it carried fire. Especially when they touched his groin.
‘Wow.’
She mouthed the word, and then she ran her hands down her torso. To her hips. She linked her thumbs under the sides of her bikini bottoms and ran her hands backward and then forward, reaching the little triangle of fabric covering her front. Her motion sent things from pleasure/pain to an excruciating level. And then made it hover there.
“What do you think? Like what you see?”
Kane’s answer was a growl that grew in volume. She flicked her tongue out onto her upper lip. Lifted her eyebrow. And flashed a glance down to where the jammers were contorted and stretched. Back up to his eyes. And then she smiled.
“Want to see more?” she asked.
“ Yeah .”
He should have growled that reply, too. The guttural word sounded like a beast being tortured. It sent shivers through him. His tone affected her, as well. He watched little bumps form on her skin. Race her body. They tightened her nipples into even tighter, smaller peaks. A tremor shook him next, rattling the stool, and sending all kinds of clacking sounds through the shower stall.
She pushed off him. Stood. He watched with baited breath as she slid the bikini bottoms down her legs, bending forward to free her ankles. Her golden hair was saturated with water, making it an indeterminate dark shade. She didn’t wear it much longer than her shoulders. That was way too long at the moment. Kane bit back any reaction at being momentarily blocked from the view. And then she bent her head enough to look across at him. Locked gazes. And winked.
Kane jerked. The stool tipped before re-righting beneath him. And she smiled as if it was funny.
“Well...I want to see more, too,” she told him.
His ears got an instantaneous buzzing noise. He shook his head to clear it. She mistook the move. And him. And sounded especially hesitant.
“N-no?”
He shoved upward, sliding his shoulders along the wall, leaning back just enough to get his thumbs beneath his waistband. The move gained shower spray onto his chest and belly that splashed outward, misting the scene. The jammers were doing their job a bit too well. They were supposed to stay in place. Keep drag from slowing him down when he swam. Now, that asset was beyond irritating. It was enraging. He ripped the fly apart. Yanked the waistband open. The damn trunks might as well be glued into place. The material went inside-out as he peeled it down.
And.
Finally.
His erection sprang free.
The relief
Her flurry of gasps filled his ears. They became cries. Almost screams. Each one sent a flash of something roaring through his veins. It was huge. Heated. And as necessary as air. It was nearly uncontainable. Every limb trembled warningly. Kane lifted away from her bosom and locked his arms before he dropped her. Narrowed his eyes as she looked down at him. Met her gaze. Got struck by something electrifying. And that did it.
He fell.
The stool took the brunt of it, wood creaking ominously as his rear smacked onto the flat surface. His swim trunks flexed, but not enough. His balls got pinched. His erection smashed. Pain got mixed with pleasure as she jolted to a stop atop his bent thighs. And then her breasts bounced .
Kane shoved his head back, knocked it against the stall, and sent a roar into the space. He didn’t stop until he ran out of air. And then he sucked in another breath and did it again. It didn’t help. If anything, it made things worse. He brought his head back down. Glared across at her. Sent harsh breath after harsh breath her way. Her eyes were wide. So was her mouth. He was still blocking most of the water, although some of it splashed off his shoulders and neck and onto her skin. It gathered in little pools so it could drizzle down her perfection. Drip off her nipples. Reach him. And each one felt like it carried fire. Especially when they touched his groin.
‘Wow.’
She mouthed the word, and then she ran her hands down her torso. To her hips. She linked her thumbs under the sides of her bikini bottoms and ran her hands backward and then forward, reaching the little triangle of fabric covering her front. Her motion sent things from pleasure/pain to an excruciating level. And then made it hover there.
“What do you think? Like what you see?”
Kane’s answer was a growl that grew in volume. She flicked her tongue out onto her upper lip. Lifted her eyebrow. And flashed a glance down to where the jammers were contorted and stretched. Back up to his eyes. And then she smiled.
“Want to see more?” she asked.
“ Yeah .”
He should have growled that reply, too. The guttural word sounded like a beast being tortured. It sent shivers through him. His tone affected her, as well. He watched little bumps form on her skin. Race her body. They tightened her nipples into even tighter, smaller peaks. A tremor shook him next, rattling the stool, and sending all kinds of clacking sounds through the shower stall.
She pushed off him. Stood. He watched with baited breath as she slid the bikini bottoms down her legs, bending forward to free her ankles. Her golden hair was saturated with water, making it an indeterminate dark shade. She didn’t wear it much longer than her shoulders. That was way too long at the moment. Kane bit back any reaction at being momentarily blocked from the view. And then she bent her head enough to look across at him. Locked gazes. And winked.
Kane jerked. The stool tipped before re-righting beneath him. And she smiled as if it was funny.
“Well...I want to see more, too,” she told him.
His ears got an instantaneous buzzing noise. He shook his head to clear it. She mistook the move. And him. And sounded especially hesitant.
“N-no?”
He shoved upward, sliding his shoulders along the wall, leaning back just enough to get his thumbs beneath his waistband. The move gained shower spray onto his chest and belly that splashed outward, misting the scene. The jammers were doing their job a bit too well. They were supposed to stay in place. Keep drag from slowing him down when he swam. Now, that asset was beyond irritating. It was enraging. He ripped the fly apart. Yanked the waistband open. The damn trunks might as well be glued into place. The material went inside-out as he peeled it down.
And.
Finally.
His erection sprang free.
The relief
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