Chapter 96

Achilles's breath hitched at the sight of Shea presenting herself so wantonly before him. Her pale skin glowed in the soft light filtering through the bathroom, highlighting each delicious curve of her body. The wet folds of her sex glistened invitingly, a testament to the arousal that burned within her.

Without preamble, Achilles surged forward, his hands gripping Shea's hips as he positioned himself behind her. He took a moment to admire the view—her pert ass raised high in offering, framed by the smooth expanse of her lower back. The urge to mark her as his own was almost overwhelming, but he fought against it, knowing she would be sore come morning if they continued at this pace.

Instead, he focused on bringing them both pleasure once more. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself within Shea's welcoming heat. Her inner muscles clenching around him drew a low groan from his throat, the sensation bordering on too much.

"Achilles," Shea moaned, pushing back against him with each thrust. "Harder... please."

His control shattered at the desperation in her voice. Gripping tighter to her hips for leverage, Achilles set a relentless pace. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the bathroom with each stroke as he drove into her over and over again.

Shea's head dropped forward between her shoulders as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her body coiled ever tighter under Achilles' ministrations until she teetered on the brink of release once more.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore without shattering apart completely, Achilles reached around to find her clit. His touch sent sparks arcing through her nerve endings and Shea came undone with a wordless cry.

The rhythmic clenching of Shea's inner walls proved too much for Achilles' flagging control. A few more hurried thrusts had him spilling himself inside her depths with a guttural moan. His rhythm faltered as he chased every last drop of pleasure from his release.

As their shared climax began to fade and they collapsed together onto cool tiles, reality slowly seeped back in.

"Fuck," Achilles murmured into Shea's hair after several long moments passed spent trying to catch his breath. "I think I'm going blind."

A husky laugh escaped Shea even as she pressed back against him affectionately. "You're still hard."

In answer to this observation Achilles flexed his hips slightly causing both of them to groan softly. "I'm not done with you yet..."

Achilles pulled Shea back with him as he lay back against the cool bathroom tiles. The contrast of her warm body against his skin sent a shiver racing along his spine that had little to do with the chill in the air.

Once they were settled, Achilles gripped Shea's hips and urged her into motion. Her eyes fluttered closed as she rocked forward then back again, impaling herself on his still-hard length. The sight of her above him—breasts swaying slightly in front of her with each movement, her wet hair cascading—nearly undid him all over again.

Reaching up, Achilles palmed the soft weight of one breast, thumbing over an already puckered nipple until it tightened further beneath his touch. The resulting clench from inside had him gritting his teeth around a groan.

"Achilles," Shea breathed out, picking up her pace as she rode him reverse cowgirl style.

He could feel her starting to tighten around him once more, growing closer to another climax. Achilles spread her thighs wider for better access, lifting one hand to rub slow circles around her clit.

The added stimulation proved too much. With a choked gasp Shea came apart at the seams, convulsing above him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her small frame. It was almost too much for Achilles' own control but he fought through the sensation to prolong her release for as long as possible.

Finally spent, turned and collapsed forward onto his chest with a shaky exhale. He felt himself slipping from her abused hole and knew he needed to take care of her before continuing their activities.

Gently pushing Shea off him Achilles moved them both into the shower area and started running water once more.

"Turn around," he murmured when the temperature was just right.

Shea did so without comment, resting forearms on the wall and presenting him with an inviting view of her ass yet again. Achilles took full advantage this time reaching around to cup between her legs even as he positioned himself behind once more.

With a smooth thrust forward he entered from behind while simultaneously finding her clit with his fingers. A moan escaped both of them at being filled once more and they began moving together under the hot spray that cascaded down their entwined bodies in rivulets.

As the water continued to pour down on them, Achilles reached around Shea's hips with his large hands and gripped her waist. In one smooth motion he lifted her up completely, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him for support.

Shea did so without hesitation, locking ankles at the small of his back as she clung to him for balance. The sudden change in position had Achilles sinking deeper within her pussy and both of them groaned softly at the new sensations it evoked.

Achilles shuffled forward a few steps until he had Shea pinned between himself and the cool tile wall. He took advantage of the extra leverage this provided by starting up a hard and fast rhythm, pounding into her willing body with abandon.

"Achilles," she breathed out raggedly, head tipped back against the wall as he filled her again and again with long, powerful strokes of his cock. "Fuck me harder!"

His only response was a low grunt as he redoubled his efforts. One hand remained gripping a hip while the other moved to palm a breast roughly, tweaking the nipple between calloused fingers.

Shea moaned breathlessly above him even as she met each thrust head on, relishing in the feel of being so thoroughly used. Her nails dug into broad shoulders as she struggled to maintain purchase against slick skin.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off shower walls mixed with their labored breathing for several long moments before Shea began trembling in Achilles' arms once more. She could feel herself hurtling towards yet another release under his ministrations.

"Close," she whimpered needily even as inner muscles started fluttering erratically around his driving length.

"Come on then," Achilles growled in return before capturing lips beneath hers for a bruising kiss.

Their movements grew erratic after that point - bodies slapping together noisily under water spray until Shea was finally pitched over that edge once again with a choked cry.

Her climax triggered Achilles' own moments later; hips stuttering erratically inside her as he chased every last drop of pleasure from his spent cock.

Long after they'd both fallen still Achilles held her there - legs still wrapped 'round narrow hips - basking in post-sexual lethargy.

Finally though, muscles gave way to fatigue prompting him into carefully setting Shea back on unsteady feet.

She swayed slightly when left standing unsupported but managed not to topple over despite jellied limbs.

"Easy now," Achilles murmured distractedly reaching past to shut off water flow.

Grabbing towels on their way out they both collapsed onto rumpled sheets, too tired for anything but sleep at this point.