The Runner - Sex Stories

The Runner

... blurred form, turning around in the water jets right in front of her. He must have found her bathroom first. Nadia froze, clasping her t-shirt to her nakedness. She bit her lip, twisting her foot indecisively, nervously even. A sting of excitement made her wish she had persevered with her climax earlier. She could have used a cooler head, right now. Her feet headed, undeterred, to her bathroom. Ears and cheeks prickling, Nadia pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the steamy room. Adam smiled. Her stomach flipped. Such a sad smile. But such a great body. There was no fat on him, just muscle, bunched, bulged, and popping on every limb. As she took him in, he lowered his gaze and rinsed suds from his fat, dangling manhood. This didn’t help at all. She grabbed the soap and joined him under the hot spray. However, when she stroked her lathered hands down his back and over his hard arse, he took the soap from her. “I’m done,” he said and she shivered under his devouring gaze, all politeness gone. He spun her round, strong slippery hands sliding down her back. She felt exquisitely exposed but utterly safe with this tender predator behind her, and her heart leapt as his hands encircled her waist. He lathered up her abdomen and soapily caressed her breasts. He stepped closer to her, pressing his mouth to her neck and she delighted at the grazing sensation of something hard and blunt at her bottom. She backed toward it, her body melting under his hands, her nipples ...

... tightening under his palms. He seemed in no hurry at all, the nudge of his cock notwithstanding, but she wanted more hardness pushed against her, into her. He backed away and she giggled, slithering around in his arms and casting an approving eye down at his well-proportioned club as it proudly bounced between them. Unable to reach his lips, even on tiptoes, she reached around his neck and tipped her face up to kiss. He stooped and pressed his mouth to hers, slipping one hand over her buttocks, the other down her stomach; deliciously cupping her underneath from back and front. She gasped in his mouth. His fingers swirled over her clit and anus and made her lift one leg, wrapping it around his hips. Earlier she couldn’t cum, but as he worked his thick, strong digits around her now, she found herself biting back, trying to make it last. She reached down and took hold of his flushed cock. Almost defensively, Adam slid a finger into her and curled it precisely, as if flipping a secret switch she didn’t even know she had. She cried out, screwing her eyes tight and the climax flooding out of her. He held her steady, focussing soapy fingers at the hood of her clit as she gave herself completely to his hands, up on one leg and gripping his hard-on for balance as she writhed on his fingers. As Nadia’s orgasm ebbed, Adam kissed her, softened his touches and grabbed the showerhead. He rinsed her all over as she trembled, hyper-sensitised, under the spray. He stepped out first and grabbed a warm ...