17 - Scattered Showers

Her hair spilled over the pillow, neck arched as she squirmed under him.  In the subtle glow of recessed lighting, she was a goddess.  He’d known she was beautiful by touching her in the dark, but to see the womanly curves that dipped under his touch multiplied the beauty by ten.

Green cat eyes were half-mast with desire as he slid in and out of her slick, hot channel.  The breathy moans were filling his ears like the sweetest guitar riffs, her nails were scratching an angry trail over his shoulder blades, and her creamy skin was flushed the prettiest shade of pink.  It was a full-on sensory experience and he could feel himself tightening in response.

“Kitten,” he rasped, sweat dripping into his eyes.  “Look at me.”

Heavy lids fluttered and struggled to focus.  The depths of their green glowed like kryptonite and, in them, he could see conservative Sheridan for an instant before the sex kitten reclaimed her rightful place beneath him.  The rapid-fire transformation was electrifying and enough to send him hurtling over the edge….

Jon awoke with a muffled moan and an angry hard-on, his hand immediately seeking to soothe the angry beast.  It took only a couple of rough pulls to come fully conscious and scold himself for jacking off in bed – over a dream, no less.  If his sheets were going to be coated with semen, it would be from actual sex and not the five-finger shuffle.

His eyes cut open and he rolled his head toward the nightstand where his alarm clock sat.

Scratch that.

Where his alarm clock should have been sitting.  The gray light from the terrace doors indicated that it was early morning, but this wasn’t his bedroom.  And that dream wasn’t just a dream – it was a Technicolor re-enactment of his night with the woman who was mistress of this bed.

Glancing to Sheridan’s side, he was disappointed, but not all that surprised to find her gone.   Not usually a cuddler, he preferred his own space to sleep and kept to his side of the bed.  It wouldn’t have been hard for her to slip out without him noticing.

Particularly since he’d slept deeply enough to forget he wasn’t in his own bedroom.

Jon wiped a heavy hand over his sleep-bleary eyes and shook his head.  The vivid images of the dream were still dancing on his retinas and sending direct sexual current to his dick.  Reliving last night’s memorable orgasm didn’t do anything to relieve this morning’s arousal. 

Who knew that having the lights on was going to… make such an impact on him?  In her conservative Sheridan clothing, she was a beauty – no doubt about it.  So in the dark she’d been a beauty that writhed under, over and around him.  Granted, she was better than most, but still just a woman. 

But turn on the lights?  Jesus, Mary and Joseph…  The woman was the fucking hottest thing he could remember seeing in a lonnnnng time.  It was a truly captivating transformation.

One he was more than anxious to see again.

Rolling onto his right side, he squinted at the light coming out from under the bathroom door.  If he listened very closely, Jon could just make out the sound of the shower running.

Oh yeah, I could do with a shower.

Throwing the covers back, he swung his feet to hit the floor and gave his waning erection a couple of hard strokes.  Satisfied that he was hard enough to push into Sheridan’s baby-smooth slickness without delay, he ambled across the floor to quietly twist the bathroom doorknob.  As soon as he was inside, steam enveloped him in a cloud that was as warm and welcoming as he hoped Sheridan would be when he invaded her shower.  And her.

Her naked form was barely recognizable through the fogged glass of the shower, but the suggestive outline caused his erection to tap eagerly at his belly.  Even in distorted silhouette, she did that to him.   Her alabaster curves were just discernible, and her arms arched gracefully as she rinsed her hair.  It wasn’t only her heated sex that would be wet and slick this morning, but her entire body.  He wanted that wetness slithering against him, raspberry nipples pebbled into his chest as she shuddered through her release.

The shower door made an expectedly loud ‘click’ when he pulled it open.  It was loud enough to elicit a stifled shriek from Sheridan.

“Shit!” she swore, her palm flying to the center of her chest, spiky lashed eyes wide with surprise.  “You scared me, Jon.”

“Nothing to be scared of, Baby.”  The warm spray dotted his skin, cooling almost as quickly as it made contact.  Jon didn’t mind.  He was plenty hot.  He wrapped open palms around her waist and slowly twirled her so that his erection bumped against the slippery cleft between her buttocks.

When she identified the source of the hardness pressing into her soft flesh, Sheridan offered a coquettish smile over one shoulder.  “So what did you want?”

“To have you one last time.”  Jon’s fingers slowly crept down the sleek, flat plane of her stomach and over the single strip of pubic hair that remained after her spa visit.  Discovering the bare sweetness between her thighs last night had instantly set his mouth to watering.  He wasted no time in glossing his lips with her honey and, after licking her like an all-day sucker until she screamed at least twice, he’d been almost as happy as she was.    

Callused fingertips stroked the soft, velvety fold of her womanhood and he flexed his hips, pushing into the humid valley of her bottom.  “You got a problem with that?”

“I can live with it,” she breathed, rolling her pelvis forward into his hand, swiveling and then rocking back against his stiffness.  “It saves me from getting myself off in the shower.”

He flicked the turgid pink pearl that he thought of as a ‘girl-erection’ and edged her legs further apart.  The instant he had sufficient access to her core, he swiftly delved two fingers into the sucking heat.  Her gasp at the unexpected abruptness shattered the air around them. 

Jon growled in her ear, inexplicably pissed, despite the soothing soundtrack of water pelting against sandstone tile.  “Is that what you were doing in here, Kitten?  Petting your kitty?”

He leisurely withdrew his plundering fingers only to re-submerge them in the sweet juice that was beginning to flow from within her walls.   Collaboratively pumping her and rubbing his thumb in a firm circle over her clit rendered Sheridan mute except for the occasional soft mewl managing to squeak free. 

“I asked you a question.  Are you in here playing with your pussy while I’m left out there to have dirty dreams about you?  I should spank your ass for not waking me up.” 

She wrested enough air into her lungs to hiss out, “You should just be glad you’re not spanking your monkey and fuck me.”

Her sass made Jon’s stomach muscles tighten with further arousal.  He shoved his free hand up into the tangled, soggy mass of hair that hung down her back and tugged.  It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did command her full attention. 

“You’ve gone and hurt my feelings with your smart mouth.  If you want me to fuck you now, I think you’re gonna have to ask me nicely.”

“Mmm…” Sheridan growled throatily, rocking and reeling between his hand and his dick, shamelessly grinding herself into him.  “S’ok.  I can get off like this.”

“Control, Kitten.”  Jon’s balls swelled with want and he nipped her shoulder at the same time he pulled his hand from between her legs.   “It’s mine.  If you don’t give it to me, I’ll take it.”

Her soft wail of disappointment was piteous as she squirmed and rubbed her thighs together, seeking the pleasure that had gone missing.  “Noooo!  Don’t stop, dammit!”

“That’s not nicely, Baby.”

“Fuck me, Stud.  Please.”

He chuckled at her strangled frustration, shaking away the water was trickling down his scalp and making it crawl.  His open palm splayed over her belly, Jon held her backside against his front and coached,   “One more time with feeling.  Then I can put us both out of our misery.”

“Please fuck me.  Please.  I need your dick inside me so I can come.”

That did it.  The sweet begging drove him to the point of near-detonation.  The shower spray had become sharp, pointed barbs against his over-sensitive flesh.  He couldn’t wait any longer to have her, even if he were inclined to do so.

“Palms on the wall, feet apart.”  The order was all but unnecessary, since he personally placed her hands in position, keeping his left one over hers.  Nudging her ankles apart, he used his right hand to guide himself into her wicked and waiting portal.

Sheridan’s cry of pleasure was nearly his undoing.

“Oh, God, yes!  That’s it, Baby….”

Those were his sentiments exactly  as he pummeled her bent form from behind, the steam around them cool in comparison to the heat they were generating.  She was undisputedly the best sex partner he’d had in ages.  Her body responded to his with sheer delight, serving to stroke his ego and intensify his own pleasure. 

“Hold… on… Kitten.”  There were going to be fingerprint bruises on her hips, but he didn’t dare loosen his grip for fear she would slide away when he was so, so, so close.

 “Nnnmmmghhhh!  Oh God, yessssss…. Doooonnnn’t stop.  Not yet…. OH God!”  She howled out her release like a feral cat, bucking back into him frenziedly. 

It was the green light that Jon had been waiting for.  Now that her body was rippling with spasms, he was free to pound out his own animalistic orgasm.  It spurt forth with a matching fury, and he didn’t slow his pace until he’d spewed every last scorching drop of milky satisfaction into her womb.