Chapter 63: SOFT

I kept the same angle and picked up the pace just enough to make her rise onto her toes with every thrust. Water ran down the valley of her spine and disappeared where our bodies joined. I couldn’t stop talking. The words kept coming out rough and honest.

"Look at you. Taking me so well. Bent over in my shower like you were made for it. These thighs..." I slid my hand down and gripped the soft outer part of one, squeezing. "I want them wrapped around me next time. I want to feel them shaking."

Sarah let out a weak, almost embarrassed laugh that turned into another moan. "You’re talking like I’m some... some young thing. I’m not. I’m someone’s wife."

"You’re the woman who’s currently dripping down on me," I cut in, thrusting deep enough that she had to brace both hands on the wall. "You’re the woman who came on my tongue earlier. You’re the woman who just told me not to finish inside her because she knows how good this feels. Married or not... doesn’t matter when you’re this wet for me, Sarah. I love this side of you."

She made a small, helpless sound and pushed back to meet the next stroke. I could feel her starting to tighten in that familiar way, little flutters that came more often, the way her breath kept catching. I slowed down on purpose, dragging it out, making every inch count. My own orgasm was already sitting low and heavy, threatening to rise every time her walls clenched.

"Don’t slow down," she begged, voice cracking. "Please..."

"I have to. You feel too good. I’m right there and I don’t want this over yet."

I still gave her what she needed, just controlled, deep, grinding thrusts that kept the pressure on the spot that made her thighs tremble. One of my hands stayed on her breast, thumb rubbing slow circles around her nipple. The other slid between her legs from the front and found her clit, already swollen and slippery. The second I touched it her whole body jerked.

"Chance!"

"I’ve got you." I kept rubbing in time with my hips, not too fast, just steady. "You’re getting close again, aren’t you? I can feel it. Your pussy keeps twitching around me like it’s trying to pull me deeper."

She nodded frantically, forehead nearly against the tile, mouth open. Water ran over her face and down her chest. I could feel every tiny change in her body, the way she went up on her toes, the way her inner muscles started clamping down in irregular pulses, the way her breathing turned into short, desperate gasps.

I was right there with her.

Every time she squeezed, heat shot up my spine. My cock felt thick and oversensitive, the bare friction almost too much. I had to grit my teeth and focus on her clit, on the sounds she was making, on anything except how close I was to losing it. My hips stuttered once. I forced them back into rhythm.

"You’re going to come again," I told her, voice rough. "I want to feel it. I want this perfect pussy to lose it while I’m buried inside you."

"I’m... I’m so close..." Her words dissolved into a high, shaky moan. Her legs were starting to shake in earnest now. I wrapped my arm more firmly around her waist to keep her upright and kept the same relentless angle, the same steady pressure on her clit.

My own control was fraying fast. The wet heat of her, the way she kept pushing back, the filthy, beautiful sight of her bent under the spray taking every thrust, it was stacking too high. I could feel the first warning pulses already, the way my balls had drawn up tight. I slowed my thrusts again, almost stopping, just grinding deep while my fingers kept working her.

"Not yet," I muttered, more to myself than to her. "Not fucking yet."

Sarah was past the point of coherent answers. She kept making these small, broken sounds every time I moved, her body wound so tight it felt like one more good thrust would set her off. I was in the same place, right on the edge, holding on by stubbornness and the desperate need to feel her finish first.

I kissed the wet skin behind her ear, still buried to the hilt, still rubbing her clit in slow circles, and somehow kept myself from tipping over.

Barely.

Sarah’s breathing turned sharp and uneven. She grit her teeth, one hand braced hard against the wet tile, the other still locked around my forearm.

I stopped holding back.

My hips snapped forward harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin loud under the spray. Every thrust drove a broken sound out of her. Her legs started shaking in earnest. I kept the same ruthless angle and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles.

She came with a loud, raw moan that echoed off the walls.

Her whole body seized. A sudden gush of wetness spilled around my cock and ran down both our thighs. I fucked her through it, feeling every hard pulse of her orgasm squeezing me, until the intensity finally started to fade and she went almost limp against the wall.

The aftershocks made her even tighter.

That was it for me.

I was right there, the heat coiling too fast, the warning already screaming up my spine. For one dangerous second I thought about staying buried and finishing inside her. The urge was almost strong enough to override everything else. But I couldn’t risk the Favor hit if she got upset about it.

I yanked myself out at the last possible moment.

My cock slapped up against the wet curve of her ass. I gripped her hips, shoved the length between her cheeks, and thrust twice more before I lost it completely.

I came hard.

Thick ropes painted the entire length of her back, from the dimples above her ass all the way up between her shoulder blades. Pulse after heavy pulse, messy and uncontrolled, while I groaned against the side of her neck. The water immediately started washing the streaks away, thin white trails sliding down her skin and disappearing into the drain.

Sarah glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wide.

"Wow... you literally painted my whole back..."

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Sexual Encounter Completed

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REWARD(S): 540 EXP

QUEST REWARD: 115 EXP

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I gave a weak, breathless laugh and kept moving my hips a little longer, dragging the last weak spurts across her soft cheeks before I finally let go of her. My legs felt unsteady.

She turned all the way around to face me. Without a word she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my still-hard cock, and stroked slowly. I was oversensitive as hell, every pull made me flinch and grit my teeth.

"Fuuuuck..."

She kept going until nothing else came out, then pressed her index finger against the underside of the head and gently pushed my cock downward. The second she released it, it sprang back up and throbbed heavily in the open air, still rigid.

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Jeez. What exactly do we have to do to get this thing to go down?"

I shrugged, still catching my breath. "When I’m with you? Probably only if you look at it upside down."

That pulled a real laugh out of her. The sound faded after a second, and her expression softened. She met my eyes through the thinning spray.

"Thank you... for not doing it inside me."

"Yeah." My voice came out rough. "I thought about it, though. I just... wanted to feel something. I don’t even know what."

The water kept running over both of us for a few quiet seconds.

"We should... actually wash up now," she said.

"Yep."

Then, without warning, she reached out and shut the water off completely. The sudden silence felt heavy. She pointed at my cock, still standing stiff and shiny.

"But first... let me handle this. No point wasting more water than we already have."

"Oh..."

Sarah crouched down in front of me. She hesitated for half a second, swallowed, then shyly wrapped her fingers around the base and gave two slow strokes. Her eyes flicked up to mine once before she leaned in, parted her lips, and took just the head into her mouth.

Warm. Wet. Soft.

She gave a few tentative licks around the tip, then bobbed her head once, twice, taking a little more each time before pulling off with a soft, wet sound. A thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head for a second.

"I never do this for Hubert," she said quietly, almost like she was confessing. "He never asks. Never even seems interested. The few times I tried he just... wanted to get to the main part and finish."

She leaned back in and took me into her mouth again, deeper this time, and started sucking in earnest, slow, careful, but with more confidence than before. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what her lips didn’t reach, while the other rested lightly on my thigh for balance.

I looked down at her, naked, wet, on her knees in my shower, mouth stretched around my cock, and the sight alone made another weak throb run through me.

Sarah kept going, eyes half-closed, the soft wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet bathroom.

I also leveled up.