Falling Water - Sex Stories

Falling Water

... her waist, and the sound of his hips slapping against her echoed in the tiled bathroom. His pace picked up, until he was driving into her faster than she could back up to him. She lost the rhythm, and stopped moving, letting him reach for his own pleasure. She felt his hardness sliding into her, pushing, pulling, pumping, then suddenly his hands dug into her hips and he pulled her against him, stopping deeply inside her. They stood that way for a moment, and she felt the pulsing of his cock as he came. He shuddered, and said "ahhh..." softly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. She expected him to pull out, but he stayed where he was. His arms went around her again. Again, he put one hand on her breast, playing with the nipple, and his other hand went back to her clit. She felt two fingers parting her lips, then one was on either side of her clit, stroking in a steady rhythm. She'd never had a lover do that before, and the uniqueness of the sensation brought her to full readiness in seconds. His fingers slid through their mingled juices (the shower was off. When had that happened?), seeking her pleasure. She felt his hardness deflate slightly, but nothing mattered except the fingers on her clit He changed briefly to circling it, but then went back to rubbing it in straight lines, one finger on either side. His rhythm was steady, almost implacable, like ...

... he would refuse to stop until she came, even if she had asked, although she had no intention of doing anything so foolish. The place could catch fire, and she got the impression that those fingers, those glorious, delightful, pleasuring fingers, would not stop what they were doing until she came. Lightning could strike, earthquakes could rumble, the Last Trump could sound, but nothing would stop those fingers. She relaxed into the inevitability of it, and that was enough. She came, squirming and crying out, her inner muscles clamping on his cock as his fingers maintained their steady movements. She turned to tell him to stop, to say that was enough, and another unexpected orgasm crashed through her, close on the heels of the first. She screamed once, wordlessly, sharply, and then he did stop. His arms went around her and he held her as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt him slip out of her, but still he cradled her warmly, tenderly, gently but firmly. He leaned forward, and his chest moulded to her back. He kissed her ear, and she turned to kiss his lips. They stood that way for a moment, then he whispered "Um, Rachel? I hate to say this, but I need to pee. Badly. Could you excuse me?" She laughed, and reached for a towel. Author's note: This is a work of pure fiction, which is why considerations of STDs and pregnancy are ignored. Be safe.