Chapter 365: She Wouldn’t Let Him Out

The kiss didn’t break.

It got messier. Wetter. Rechelle had to turn all the way in his arms just to keep her mouth on his. Water hit them both, hot and constant. Her bare tits were pressed flat to his chest. His cock, still hard, rested against the soft skin of her lower stomach while she went up on her toes.

Lucas kept his hand between her legs.

He rubbed her through the soaked panties first, two fingers dragging along her pussy until the fabric stuck to her. Rechelle made a broken sound into his mouth and pushed her hips forward. When he finally got under the waistband and touched her bare, she shuddered against him.

She was already wet. Not from the shower.

Lucas groaned against her lips. His fingers parted her and slid through the slick there. He stroked her slow at first, learning her, the way her breath caught when he brushed her clit, the way her thighs tightened when he pressed in. Rechelle clung to his shoulders, forehead against his.

"Lucas..."

He kissed her again, slower, and worked his fingers deeper. One slid inside. Then a second. Her pussy clenched around them right away, hot and tight, and the sound she made against his tongue got sharper.

Her knees went weak.

He caught her with his free arm and kept fingering her under the spray. Her head fell back. Mouth open. Water ran down her throat and between her tits while his hand worked her in steady strokes.

"Don’t stop," she whispered.

He didn’t.

He kept going until her thighs were shaking and her moans got short and desperate. She came with a sudden cry, clenching hard around his fingers. Her whole body locked against him. Then it broke through her in waves, and she could only hold onto him, forehead on his wet shoulder, breathing in pulls.

Lucas kissed the side of her face.

Then he hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down. They slid over her hips and hit the tile. She stepped out of them, unsteady. Fully bare now. Flushed, wet, still shaking from coming.

He turned her toward the wall.

Rechelle braced her hands on the tile as he moved in behind her. The head of his cock dragged between her thighs, sliding through the wetness on her pussy. She sucked in a breath. He was thick. Heavier than she’d expected. When he lined himself up and started to push in, her mouth opened on a long moan.

"Ahh~Lucas~"

He entered her inch by inch.

The stretch was immediate. Her walls fluttered around him as he filled her, slow enough that she felt every bit of it. Water kept pouring over them. Her fingers curled against the tile. By the time his hips met her ass and he was buried all the way, she was breathing in short, overwhelmed sounds.

He held still.

Just feeling her. The tight heat of her pussy around his cock was almost enough on its own. He kissed her wet shoulder, one hand coming up to cup her breast, the other gripping her hip.

Then he started to move.

Deep, controlled thrusts. Each one pushed a soft cry out of her. The shower filled with the wet sound of their bodies meeting, his cock sliding almost all the way out before driving back in. Rechelle pushed back to meet him. The angle made him feel huge inside her. Every stroke dragged over the places his fingers had already woken, and it started building again fast.

"You’re so tight," he muttered against her neck.

She could only moan.

He fucked her harder. Deeper. Firmer. Steady enough that she couldn’t think about anything except the feel of him. Her tits swayed with every thrust. His hand squeezed one, thumb rolling over her nipple, while the other stayed locked on her hip and pulled her back onto his cock. Her moans turned continuous.

"Ahh... ahh... Lucas~yes~"

He shifted and drove up into her at a sharper angle.

Rechelle cried out.

The new depth made her legs tremble. He kept that pace, fucking her through it, letting her feel every thick inch on the way in and the drag on the way out. The sounds got louder. Filthy. Her pussy clenched around him every time he bottomed out, and his breathing roughened behind her.

He pulled out suddenly.

She made a helpless sound ~ then he turned her, lifted one thigh against his hip, and pushed back inside from the front in one deep stroke. Face to face. Chest to chest. Her arms went around his neck. He went even deeper, and the look on her face was open need.

Lucas kissed her hard.

He fucked her against the wall with their mouths locked, one hand under her thigh holding her open, the other braced on the tile beside her head. She moaned into every kiss. Her free leg shook. Water streamed between them and made the slide of his cock inside her even wetter. She was tightening around him again already.

"I’m~Lucas~I’m going to~"

"Come," he said against her mouth.

She did.

Harder than the first. Her pussy clamped down around his cock in strong pulses as she cried out and clung to him, forehead dropping against his. Lucas groaned and kept thrusting, deep and steady, until her legs were shaking under her.

Rechelle didn’t let it end there.

She grabbed his shoulders and started fucking him herself. Hard. Hips rolling, taking his cock all the way in and slamming back down onto it. Her arms locked around his neck. Her mouth stayed open against his.

"Ahh~ahh~ahh~"

Every bounce dragged a sound out of her. Wet. Sharp. She held him tight and rode him under the spray, using his dick, chasing it. Lucas braced her against the wall and let her. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her down harder each time she dropped.

"Fuck~Rechelle~"

She came with him buried inside her. Her pussy squeezed around his cock in tight pulses, and the cry broke right against his mouth. She kept moving through it, smaller now, grinding down, milking him while she shook.

Then she kissed him.

Hard. Hungry. Tongue in his mouth, still full of him, still clenching around his cock. Lucas kissed her back just as deep. She didn’t let him pull out. Her legs stayed wrapped around him, heels at his back, keeping his dick inside her pussy.

She took over.

One hand in his hair. The other on his shoulder. She kissed him like she was the one deciding what happened next, and he followed. Still hard. Still buried in her. Water running over both of them while their mouths stayed locked.

Rechelle shifted, and he understood.

He carried her out of the shower with his cock still inside her. Every step made her gasp into the kiss. She didn’t break it. Didn’t let him slip out. Her arms stayed around his neck, her pussy still gripping him, already wanting another round.

They hit the bed still kissing.

She pulled him down with her. Sheets under her back. His weight over her. His dick never left her. The kiss got messier, deeper, both of them lost in it, her hips already starting to move again under his.