Firethorne

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

Maya

H e was insatiable, and I wanted to keep up with him. Show him that I was his equal in every way. So, I asked him, “Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?” and he growled. He fucking growled, showing that I’d said the right thing, and at the same time making me feel nervous.

I was getting a lot of firsts tonight. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that one. But he sat back on the bed opposite me, and took my face in his hands, caressing my cheek, stroking with his thumb as he shook his head.

“I’m a bastard. You know I am. But even I think it’d be best for you if we left that first for another day. Unless you want me to totally ruin you?” He paused to see how I would respond, and when I didn’t, he added, “Let’s head to the shower and get you cleaned up. Let me look after you. And then after, we’ll see where the night takes us.”

I nodded, and he took my hand, climbed off the bed and led us through to the bathroom.

Once inside, he reached into the shower stall to turn the water on, waited for it to heat up and then walked us forward to stand underneath as the hot water cascaded over us.

I was sore, so the sensation of the hot water trickling over my skin helped to soothe some of the aches, and as I tilted my head back and ran my hands over my scalp to push the water through, he pushed himself against me and murmured, “You make everything so sexy,” as he snuggled his face into my neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to take a shower again unless it’s with you.”

“I don’t think we’d get much showering done, though, if that’s the case,” I replied with a hint of humour, and he moved his head to look at me.

“I can take care of you in a lot of ways in a shower like this.”

“Is that so?” I teased, picking up the shower gel.

“Very much so.” He winked as he took the bottle of gel from my hands, squeezed some out and started to lather it, rubbing his soapy hands slowly over my breasts.

“That’s the part you think needs the most cleaning?” I quirked my brow, and he smirked back at me.

“It’s the part I want to clean first. But you are a dirty girl. I think there’s parts of you that are going to need very close attention.”

“And those would be?” I continued to taunt him, pushing my chest forward and licking his wet cheek, catching the shower droplets on my tongue and then licking my lips.

“You’re a fucking tease,” he rasped. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No. But I haven’t wanted to tease anyone before. Not until you,” I replied, and his reaction to what I’d said, that he was the only man to have me like this, ignited a fire inside him.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around, so my back was to him, and he whisper-growled in my ear, “See that handrail on the wall?”

I nodded.

“I need you to bend over and hold it.”

I did as he asked, bending over a little and holding the rail with my hand, but I heard a tsk, and he added, “You can do better than that. Now hold on with both hands, Maya.”

I grabbed the rail with my other hand and bent a little more, then felt the pressure of his hand pushing down on my back, showing me exactly where he wanted me.

“Now this,” he said, reaching between my legs from behind. “Needs special attention. This pretty pussy is so swollen and full of cum, I need to make sure I clean you thoroughly down here.”

I let out a little moan as he rubbed his soapy hand between my legs, his fingers stroking and delving between my folds, more probing than cleaning, but I didn’t care. It felt so good, I pushed back against him, craving more.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, and I gave a breathy sigh in response. He pushed his fingers inside me, grunting as he said, “Fuck, Maya. Do you have any idea how good you feel? You’re so fucking tight.”

His fingers stroked my walls, stretching and rubbing, driving me insane. I hung my head as the water fell over us, and his fingers thrust slowly into me.

“Jesus, Maya,” he groaned. “I need to be inside you again. I fucking crave this pussy. It feels too fucking good.”

He pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up at my entrance and then thrust hard into me, grabbing hold of my hips tightly as I cried out.

I held the handrail as he set a punishing pace, rutting into me fast and hard. The water battered my back as he pounded my pussy, and I held onto the rail as best I could, almost letting go on each thrust with the power of his movements. Over and over, he thrust into me, his cock stretching me in the most sublime way. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, and yet, I couldn’t get enough.

“You take my cock so fucking well,” he growled. “It’s the sexiest thing ever, watching my cock sink into your tight little pussy. My fucking pussy,” he stated, and slammed harder into me to prove his point.

His fingers dug into my hips, his cock filled me at a brutalising pace, and I cried out, “More,” as he slapped my ass hard and told me, “You’ll get everything, baby. Don’t you worry.”

I could barely breathe, and I panted as his thrusts became more frantic, more punishing. Then he moved so he could reach around and stroke my clit as he fucked me, his front lying over my back as he moaned, “I need you to come for me, Maya. I’m so fucking close.”

The touch of his hand on my clit set sparks flying, and my legs buckled as I started to come, gripping the handrail as my body began to spasm and my pussy contracted on his cock.

“That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good, Maya. You’re such a good fucking girl.” And he rested his head on my back as he hissed, “I’m coming. I’m fucking coming. You made me come, Maya.”

And his cock throbbed as he came, his hips slowing but still thrusting as he emptied himself inside me.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you,” he sighed as he clung to me.

“I really fucking hope not,” I whispered back quietly.