Chapter 95

Inch by inch, Achilles worked himself into her, his restraint evident in the trembling of his muscles and the ragged cadence of his breathing. When at last he was fully seated within her, they both paused, savoring the exquisite connection that bound them together in this moment.

The water from the showerhead cascaded over them, a warm, relentless torrent that seemed to echo the ebb and flow of their shared passion. Achilles's hands gripped Shea's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, the exquisite pressure of their union threatening to unravel them both.

"God, Shea," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural growl that resonated deep within her core. "You feel incredible."

Shea could only moan in response, her body alight with a fire that only Achilles could stoke. She pushed back against him, her own need mounting with each deliberate thrust of his hips.

Achilles set a slow, languid pace, each stroke a study in controlled intensity. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Shea's back as he nuzzled her neck, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered like the wings of a caged butterfly.

"I could stay like this forever," he confessed, his words a warm whisper against her ear. "Lost in you."

The vulnerability in his voice was a rare gift, one that Shea cherished even as her body coiled ever tighter with anticipation. She reached behind her, her fingers threading through Achilles's wet hair as she pulled him closer, their bodies moving together as one.

"I'm close," she gasped, the admission torn from her as Achilles's movements grew more insistent. "So close..."

Achilles's response was to quicken his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drove them both toward the brink. Shea's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her inner muscles clenching around Achilles's cock as she cried out in ecstasy.

Dimly, she was aware of Achilles pulling out of her, his hands guiding her to turn and kneel before him. Shea looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her breath hitching as she watched him take his impressive length in hand.

With a few swift strokes, Achilles's control shattered, his release spilling forth in hot, ropy strands that painted Shea's face with the evidence of his desire. The sight of her like this, marked by him, was almost enough to send him over the edge once more.

Panting heavily, Achilles reached down to help Shea to her feet, his touch gentle as he cupped her cheek.

The warm water of the shower washed over Shea and Achilles, its gentle cascade a stark contrast to the tempest of passion that had just engulfed them. Shea, still trembling from the force of her orgasm, reached out to trace her fingers through the rivulets of Achilles's cum that clung to her skin. With a playful smirk, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to capture a few stray droplets, the salty-sweet taste of him lingering on her lips.

Achilles watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The sight of Shea, flushed and sated, yet still eager for more, stirred something deep within him. It was a feeling that both humbled and exhilarated him—a reminder of just how profoundly she had come to mean to him.

Shea's hands moved with deliberate slowness, washing away the evidence of their passion, her touch both tender and reverent. She paid particular attention to Achilles, her soapy palms gliding over his muscular thighs and the rigid planes of his abdomen, before venturing lower to cleanse him of the remnants of their shared ecstasy.

Once she was satisfied, Shea turned off the water and reached for a towel. She wrapped herself in its soft embrace before turning her attention to Achilles, gently patting him dry with a second towel. The simple act felt strangely intimate, a silent acknowledgment of the trust and vulnerability they shared.

"Lie down," Shea commanded softly, her eyes dark with renewed desire. "I want to ride you."

Achilles obliged without hesitation, his body yielding to her will as he reclined on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. His eyes never left her as she straddled him, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders in dark, silken waves.

Shea positioned herself over Achilles's already hardening length, her hands braced against his chest for support. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him, the sensation of their bodies joining once again eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

Inch by inch, Achilles disappeared inside her, the tightness of her channel sheathing him like a glove. When at last she was fully seated, she began to move her hips.

Achilles's hands found their way to her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he fought the urge to take control. This was Shea's moment, her dominion over their shared pleasure, and he was content to let her lead.

With each rise and fall of her body, Shea stoked the flames of their desire higher and higher, her pace increasing as she chased the elusive promise of release. Achilles's own pleasure mounted in time with hers, the exquisite friction of their coupling threatening to undo him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I love watching you like this."

Shea's only response was a wordless cry of pleasure as she ground herself against him, her orgasm building within her like a gathering storm. And as the first waves of her climax began to crash over her, she leaned forward, her lips capturing Achilles's in a fierce, claiming kiss.

The world around them seemed to dissolve, leaving nothing but the two of them locked in a frenzy.

Shea then pulls the dick out and goes down to suck him off, deepthroating it till her eyes rolled back. She then, on all fours turned around and spread her ass with one hand, revealing her wet pussy for him.

"Give it to me, baby"