The Heart System - Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Chapter 556

I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet pop and turned her around. I pressed her front against the cool, wet tile of the shower wall. Eleanor didn’t need instructions; she bent over, planting both hands firmly against the marble and arching her back until her spine was a deep, inviting curve.

Her ass was spread wide, the skin still pink from the night before, and her asshole was slightly gaping from the attention of my fingers. I reached down, my palms cupping her heavy cheeks and pulling them apart to expose her even more.

I leaned in and spat directly onto the tight heat of her. Then, I leaned my weight forward, rubbing the head of my cock against the entrance, the friction of the wet skin making my head swim. I was right on the verge of taking her in a way she wouldn’t forget.

The water was coming down in a heavy, rhythmic pulse, turning the shower stall into a chamber of steam and heat. I looked down at the curve of Eleanor’s back, the water beading off her skin and disappearing into the deep cleft of her ass. I wanted her, but I wanted the tightest part of her. I wanted to hear her scream in this marble box until her voice gave out.

I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against that tight, puckered entrance. I gave a firm, determined shove, but I hit a wall. Eleanor’s breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the grout between the tiles as she felt the pressure.

“God, Evan… wait,” she gasped, her voice echoing off the glass. “It’s… it’s too much. You’re too thick.”

I tried again, gritting my teeth and putting my weight into it, but it was like trying to force a pillar through a needle’s eye. The skin was too dry, the friction too high despite the water. I wasn’t going to get anywhere like this except for a sore cock and a frustrated woman.

“Hold on,” I muttered, my voice thick with a mix of irritation and mounting lust.

I reached for the bottle of expensive, oil-based body wash sitting on the marble ledge. I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount of the sandalwood-scented liquid into my palm. It was thick, slick, and designed to moisturize—exactly what we needed to turn her into a sliding door. I reached down and smeared the soap over the head of my cock, coating it until it was glistening and dangerously slippery. Then, I reached for her, my fingers spreading the slickness over her asshole, working it in until the area was a glistening, lubricated mess.

“Better?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave.

“I think… I think you’re about to find out,” she whispered, her head hanging low, her breathing shallow and frantic.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist to anchor her. I leaned in, the heat of the shower making my skin feel like it was on fire. I lined myself up again and pushed. This time, there was no resistance. With a wet, heavy slide, I felt the tight ring of her muscle give way. I slid inside her, the sensation so intense and constricting it felt like I was being swallowed whole.

Eleanor let out a sharp, jagged cry that was half-shriek, half-moan. Her back arched even further, her chest pressing flat against the wet tile as she took the full length of me.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my eyes rolling back for a second. “You’re so tight, Eleanor.”

“You’re… you’re stretching me apart,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “Keep going. Don’t you fucking dare stop now.”

I started to move, the pace slow and agonizingly slow. Every time I pulled back, the suction was incredible, and every time I pushed forward, the slick soap made the transition smooth but incredibly intense. The sound of our bodies meeting was a wet, rhythmic slapping that competed with the roar of the shower.

“Is this what you wanted?” I moaned, my hands moving from her hips to her shoulders, pinning her against the wall as I increased the speed. “Having me take you like this while the others are passed out in the next room?”

“Yes!” she wailed, her head thrashing from side to side under the spray. “I want to feel every bit of you. I want you to ruin me, Evan. Just fucking break me!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I shifted my stance, planting my feet firmly on the wet floor for better leverage. I began to pound into her, my movements becoming more primal and aggressive. Each thrust was a deep, bottoming-out strike that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain. I was holding nothing back now, the “gentle” Evan from the living room long gone.

“You’re such a greedy woman, Eleanor,” I muttered into her ear, my teeth grazing the skin. “Demanding more when you can barely take what I’m giving you.”

“I can take it!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Give me more! Fuck me harder!”

The steam was so thick now I could barely see her face in the mirror, but I could feel her. I could feel the way her internal muscles were starting to quiver and spasm, struggling to keep up with the relentless pace. My own heart was hammering against my ribs, the adrenaline and the heat making me feel invincible.

I reached around her, my hand finding her clit, adding a frantic, buzzing friction to the heavy rhythm of my hips. The double assault was too much for her. I felt her entire body begin to vibrate, a fine tremor that started in her legs and moved up her spine.

“Evan! I’m—oh god, I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” I rasped, though I knew I couldn’t hold her back for long. I increased the speed even more, my thrusts becoming a blur of friction and wet heat.

Eleanor’s voice broke into a long, shattered wail that filled the entire bathroom. Her body went rigid, her fingers slipping on the wet tile as she climaxed with a violence that took my breath away. I felt the tell-tale ripples of her release, her asshole clenching around me in a series of frantic, pulsing contractions that felt like they were trying to crush my cock.

I could stop her, since I had the ability to control orgasms… but naah.