Page 29 of Jagger
I let one of her legs rest against my shoulder and used my free hand to slowly run my fingers along her pussy lips, making us both shudder with pleasure. I slipped my middle finger inside her wet heat, right alongside my dick, making her gasp at the added fullness as I continued to slowly thrust my cock in and out of her wet heat.
“Cole, what are you doing?” she asked, almost whimpering with pleasure.
“I’m making you feel good, Angel. I want to watch you come apart on my cock.”
I eased the finger out, gathering her juices before sliding up to circle her clit. At her moan, I applied a little more pressure to the tight little nub before gently pinching it, then slammed my cock balls deep inside her, circling my hips as I pressed myself against her core. She fucking ignited in my arms as she came, every muscle in her body tensing before she flew over the edge, leaving her shuddering and writhing under me. Her cunt clamped down on my dick so hard I almost saw stars.
“Cole!” she screamed, and I felt my balls draw up tight at the sound of my name falling from her lips.
I reared back and then slammed back inside her sweet, juicy cunt, then again, and again, until the force of my orgasm knocked the breath from my lungs.
“Fuuuck!” I shouted hoarsely, my body shaking with the intense release as her pussy milked my balls dry. I collapsed on top of her for a second before I had the good sense to shift most of my weight off her. I was gulping in huge breaths of air like I’d just finished running a damned marathon or some such shit. After a few moments, I slid out of her, carefully removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it into the wastebasket next to the bed.
I settled in next to her, and pulled her into my arms, needing to feel her close to me. She laid her head on my chest, and I was sure she could still feel my heart pounding. I had never in my life felt this kind of connection to a woman, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do about it. My heart was saying she might be the one, and my head was saying I was a stupid motherfucker for even thinking about it, especially so soon. My dick just wanted to bury himself balls-deep again.
We laid there in silence for a few more minutes, each lost in thought, until Molly gave a slight shiver. I realized her arms were covered in goosebumps, most likely because our sweat-covered bodies were both lying on top of the covers in an air-conditioned room.
“Shit, you’re freezing. Do you want to take a quick shower to wash off and warm up?”
She pulled herself out of my arms and sat up on the edge of the bed. “That would probably be best,” she told me quietly, glancing at me over her shoulder. I headed into the bathroom to start the shower, then got two towels and washcloths out from the cabinet. I tossed the washcloths onto the small shelf in the shower and draped the towels over the end of the shower enclosure for easy access when we finished. I walked back to the doorway and looked toward the bed, wondering why Molly hadn’t come into the bathroom yet. I realized that she had picked her clothes up off the floor and had them gathered in her arms as she walked toward me, not meeting my gaze. She placed the pile on the counter before picking up the shirt and shaking it out, then draping it over the towel bar. She did the same for the skirt, leaving the pile of pink lace on the counter. I continued watching silently as she raised her hands up to her hair and started pulling the pins and hair tie out of the tumbled mess, then quickly wrapped it back up into a bun and secured it.
“There, that will keep it out of the way,” she muttered to herself as if I weren’t even in the room, then turned toward the shower, bumping into me in the process since I had stepped up right behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, again avoiding looking at me as she sidestepped me and reached for the door to the shower stall. I reached for her arm and pulled her to me, forcing her chin up to meet my gaze. She looked startled, as if she were unsure of herself and maybe even a little nervous, but I wasn’t sure why. I sure as fuck knew that I didn’t like it though.
“Did you want to go first?” she asked hesitantly, and my eyes widened as her question registered.
“I meant for us to shower together. Do you honestly think I’m going to pass up the chance to have your warm, wet body pressed up against me? I figured we’d wash off really quick, then get back under the covers so we stay warm,” I said, waggling my eyebrows and giving her an exaggerated leer.
She giggled a little, then covered her face with her hand. “I didn’t realize…I thought…” her voice trailed off and she lowered her eyes again. I gave her chin a little shake, and her eyes flew up to meet mine again.
“You thought what, Angel?”
“Uh, I thought you…were ready for me to leave,” she admitted.
I was stunned. “Why the hell would you think I wanted you to leave?” I asked, my raised voice sounding even louder as it bounced off the tiled walls of the bathroom.
“Well, I thought, I mean, we were finished, so I assumed – “
“You fucking assumed wrong, Angel. We aren’t finished, not by a long-damned shot. Now, get your sweet ass in the shower, so we can get back in bed,” I ordered her, giving her a little swat as she stepped into the shower. “Do you want to keep your hair dry?”
“Yes, unless you happen to have styling gel, a detangling brush, curling – “
“I’m afraid you’re out of luck,” I interrupted with a laugh. “I have a brush, a comb and a hair dryer.”
“I figured, so yes, I want to keep my hair dry.”
“OK, no blow job in the shower, got it,” I joked as we both stepped into the now steamy stall. She gingerly stepped under the shower head, tilting her head back to keep her hair out of the water. I reached for the body wash setting on the recessed shelf built into the shower wall and – ignoring the washcloths I’d just set out for us - poured some directly into my palm and rubbed my hands together to lather it up. I started at her neck, working my way down over her soft skin and mouth-watering curves. I lingered over her gorgeous tits, loving the fact that they spilled over my hands when I cupped them. I drew circles in the soap bubbles over her nipples, smiling as she gasped at the sensation.
“I didn’t take time to play with these pretty little nipples earlier. I’ll have to fix that,” I said. I tugged lightly on the tight buds, rolling them around with my fingers and smiling as she moaned. My cock jerked as the sound echoed in the shower stall. I was rock-hard again and couldn’t wait to get Molly under me again, or maybe over me this time. As my eyes trailed down her slick skin, I decided maybe on all fours in front of me might be the best option. I wanted to pay some serious attention to that round ass of hers and plowing into her from behind sounded pretty damned perfect. My cock bobbed again, brushing against her hip. She glanced down, then her eyes flew up to mine. I just gave her a wicked smile as I apologized.
“Sorry, Angel. He has a mind of his own.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes as she reached for the body wash, motioning for me to switch places with her under the spray of water. She spent the next several minutes returning the favor, running her hands all over my body as she washed me. The feel of her soapy hands on my cock and balls drove me wild, and I felt my knees start to buckle as she brushed over the sensitive patch of flesh behind my sac and dipped between the cheeks of my ass. The warm water cascaded over my body, adding to the sensation flowing through me.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to dirty you up all over again right here, and I guarantee your hair will get wet,” I teased as I carefully removed her hand from my dick. “Spread your legs for me, I think I missed a spot.”
She shifted her stance so there was just enough room for me to slide my hand between her thighs. “Good girl,” I murmured, dipping my head to place a string of soft kisses on her shoulder as she shuddered at my words. Knowing she was probably a little tender from the pounding I’d just given her, I carefully washed the delicate skin between her legs, then rinsed the suds off my hand before delving between the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy since I didn’t want the soap to irritate her. She moaned again, clutching my arm, and digging her fingernails into my flesh as I slid a finger into her slick cunt, curving it upward to hit her in just the right spot.
