92- Sending green lights

mind.

he clings onto me as I quickly regulate the temperature for the shower’s cascade and in no time, we are both submerged under it. The soothing water however is the least thing on my

My father’s present arrest and hold in a jail cell is incredibly grievous, but as she wraps her arms around my neck and begins to kiss me deeply, a huge chunk of that worry and frustration seems to be washed away along with my coherence. Suddenly, she stops and I almost follow her lips like a hypnotized man.
She laughs at the involuntary reaction, and brushes my wet hair out of my face. “We can’t spend too much time in here. Incredibly busy day ahead. And your father...”
I can feel the concern in her tone as she no doubt feels sympathy at the situation. But somehow, it feels in that moment like I won’t be able to go through the rest of my day without one last joining with her. So without warning, I pick her up from the floor and let out the order, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I see the shyness in her eyes as she laughs at her sudden disconnection from gravity, but still she does as I have said and also throws her arms around my neck. “Grady, we don’t have time,” she warns.
“We have just enough,” I say and turn with her till her back is against the tiled wall.
The cascade’s pressure is heavy, so even when we step aside a huge chunk of it is still beating down my back which as a consequence also keeps her drenched.
After making sure she is properly balanced against the wall, I set one of my hands free and slide my thumb through the slickness of her sex.
I absolutely love how she is already immensely wet and willing, constantly open and responsive to my touch.

Her eyes are boring into mine as the pad of my thumb circles her clit, and it causes an almost pained expression across her face. Her breathing is now harsh and particularly loud in the confined space while her body is writhing and grinding to the rhythm of my strokes.
Her arousal is released out to my fingers and I want nothing more than to taste her. So I release her, and after making sure she is stable enough, lower my body till my head is between her thighs.
“Grady,” she calls out in warning but any further words freeze in her throat when my mouth covers her folds. Her agonized cries as I suck hard on her clit is so satisfying to listen to and so is her grip on my hair, though painful. Her hips are writhing uncontrollably with her body jerking to the wildness of my tongue and lips as I ravish the most intimate part of her.
It isn’t long before she’s quivering from the release of her orgasm and I make sure to lap up every bit of her before rising to my feet. I pick her back up, press her somewhat limp body against the wall, and slam into her.
Our fucking this time around is hard and fast as we are both aware of the time constraints of the day and its responsibilities have imposed on us.
I bury my face in her neck to hide the near crazed, euphoric expressions that I know is on my face. I’m grunting and growling like a bull while she is just as overtaken, her hips pumping furiously to meet the depth and intensity of my thrusts. The smack of flesh against flesh and the squelches of our discharges are so erotic that for a few minutes I’m certain that my mind goes blank. Never, have I felt so close or so connected to a woman before.
She nearly squeezes the life out of me when she eventually climaxes, while I on the other hand, hold on just as desperately to her. I empty every bit of my seed into her, slightly aware that once again I have forgotten to use protection. Only after a few minutes of recovery have passed, and her legs are sliding down mine to the floor that I remind her of it.
“I know,” she mutters still without the energy to speak. “I’ll take care of it.”
With my hands digging into her ass to press her as close as is possible to me, I give her a deep kiss and we further melt into each other.
fter our somewhat lackadaisical wash in the shower is completed, out of the need to force ourselves out of each other’s arms and the stall, he turns the faucet off and carries me out of
the bathroom. He sit me gently on the counter and I’m riveted by the pampering as he grabs a towel. He begins with my hair, and I can’t help staring at him as he softly rubs it dry.
Most enjoyable is the way he runs his fingers through the strands to untangle the wet mass, and then leans in to take a good sniff. I smell like him; of his shampoo and body wash… the feeling is just divine. “You’re spoiling me,” I warn him. “Very soon, I’ll be telling you that I can’t walk anywhere and then you’ll have to carry me around.”
He responds with an amused smile but I can see that his mind is not completely with me. I understand this of course and want him to quickly get to his father. “Why don’t you go dress?” I ask. “The Sheriff is—?”
“No,” is his response as he grabs the dryer. “We have time. I want to do this.”
I want this just as much as he does, so I wrap my legs and arms around him, and shut my eyes to enjoy his pampering.
As he works the warm air into my hair, the strands slide through his fingers and occasionally, he includes a soft massage to my scalp that leaves my toes curling. My eyes peep open once in a while and each time, I meet his gaze completely focused on the task at hand, but I know his thoughts are still with his father.