The Shower Ch. 02

Emma regained her composure, allowing her breathing to return to something approaching normal as the water continued to caress her figure. She listened, trying to figure out where Rob had gone, her neck stretching backwards as her hands glided effortlessly over her curves. She turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the hook outside the enclosure, wrapped it around herself and set off to get payback.

She wondered through the house, looking for Rob. She chose not to call him; moving slowly and quietly in her bare feet, she sought her lover. As she turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she spied him in the kitchen, leaning against the worktop. His towel was wrapped around his waist, tucked in on his right side. Droplets of water were still glistening on his shoulders, his wet hair was pushed back from his forehead, and the last vestiges of his recent erection were just visible under the towel.

As Emma’s bare feet padded onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, Rob barely looked up from his phone. He was well aware she was there; he’d caught the bright yellow of her towel as she crossed from the stairs, but he was in mischievous mood. As Emma walked past him, she flicked out a hand an untucked the corner of his towel, leaving it to fall open around his legs, but remaining pinned to the worktop by his backside.

“Oops,” she muttered as she continued to the fridge.

“I guess I deserved that,” he said, inhaling sharply as the cold air surrounded him and caused his butt cheeks to tense.

“Yes, you sod. Don’t think I’m going forget about that for a while! You’ve got some making up to do!”

As Emma reached towards an upper cupboard for a glass, Rob twisted to stand behind her. His hands parked themselves on her hips. She paused, her hands flat on the cupboard, rising on her toes and pushing her ass towards him.

“Two can play that game,” said Rob, as he tugged the towel free from around her torso.

As Rob lifted his hands, the soft, course eryaman eve gelen escort material slipped off her back, falling the floor and exposing her now naked form to him again. He shuffled forward, pulling her hips towards him, feeling the blood rushing to engorge his manhood for the second time. He pulled her closer, revelling in her body heat and the fact that despite being fresh from the shower she had an overwhelming scent of sex about her. He planted a column of kisses down her spine, his hands reaching around and sliding over her stomach. Emma exhaled, pushing back further while rising and falling on her toes, teasing the growing warmth of Robs erection.

Robs hand moved up Emma’s body, cupping her breasts before tracing her nipples with his fingers. He felt them tighten to his touch as the warmth from her vagina contrasted with the cool room air between his legs. He planted his lips at the top of her neck before dragging his tongue lightly down her back, fingers following to catch up as he made his way towards tasting her. As he descended her back, Emma deftly parted her legs; her feet sliding on the towel on the floor. Rob first knelt, then turned to sit between her legs, facing the expertly trimmed triangle of hair now in his eye line. He wrapped his arms around her legs, middle fingers lightly pulling up her calves and thighs, urging her hips forward to his waiting tongue.

Despite her earlier irritation, she could do nothing but succumb to his touch. She was powerless to resist. Her hands remained resting on the cupboard, her head resting on her arms, looking down through half-closed eyes. For his part, as Rob looked up, he had a stunning view of the cups of her breasts, falling forward into her lean. He caught her eyes as he craned forward, planting a kiss at the top of her labia before his tongue traced them around. He inhaled her sex, intoxicated as he followed her silky skin around to her clitoris.

He paused, his lips bala escort closing around her, tongue flitting around her clit as he felt her thighs tense under his hands, and she exhaled deeply. The longer he licked, the more the wetness showed and the more he explored the folds around the entrance to her vagina, probing deeper.

Emma was by this point struggling to control the tension in her legs which were in danger of cramping – but she didn’t want to move away from the warmth of Rob’s tongue. She lowered her hands, shaking out the tension before running her fingers through his hair and grabbing at it. Pulling him closer. Deeper. Rotating her hips into his eager mouth. When her legs could take no more, she stepped back, almost staggering, releasing his hair from her grip and beckoning him to follow her as she nimbly skipped back up the stairs, two at a time. Rob followed with equal alacrity up the stairs, leaving two pools of discarded towels on the kitchen floor.

By the time Rob made it into the bedroom, Emma had already slipped under the sheet. The night before had been warm, and they’d discarded the usual duvet for something altogether more comfortable. Emma’s nipples were prominent under the lightweight material right up until the moment that it was pulled from the bed and Rob slid on to the bed next to her, feet on his pillow and head almost back to where it was in the kitchen. Emma took her cue and rolled on top, straddling Rob’s face so that the pleasure could be shared.

As she relaxed back over Rob’s face, she took his hardening cock in her hand, wrapped her lips around his foreskin and sank slowly over him, droplets of pre-cum blossoming on to her tongue from his glans as the surrounding skin pushed away. As she descended his hardening shaft, Rob’s tongue dove deep between her lips, lapping her flowing wetness, eager to continue what had been interrupted in the kitchen.

Emma was quite the expert at fellatio. She revelled at the feeling of her etimesgut escort Rob’s girth growing between her lips as his tongue played between hers. The four fingers initially wrapped around his shaft reduced to one as he grew, and she dipped deeper over him. She loved to slide her tongue around the ridge of his engorged head with her teeth catching it lightly on each downward movement. He was comfortably long and pleasingly thick; a perfect combination as far as she was concerned. More than that, she loved his taste. Silky pre-cum oozed as she worked, coating the roof of her mouth and tongue.

Rob was less experienced, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm. Emma had taught him what she liked, and he was keen to please, and please he did. The couple had opened each other’s eyes to a few things and it turned out that her tuition and his relentless study had paid off; he could bring her to orgasm with little effort, but chose to take his time on most occasions. This was not one of those times. His tongue explored hungrily, flicking across her clit between his lips kissing and sucking. In no time, he could feel her beginning to tremble. Her action around his erection became erratic as she fought and failed to control herself. She took one last stroke of her lips around his manhood, disengaging as her orgasm hit, pinched her nipples as she sat up and pushed sharply back into Rob’s mouth, taking full advantage of his tongue as waves of warmth rippled through her body.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, “I needed that!”

Rob’s face was glistening from a combination of his saliva and Emma’s wetness. She wasn’t a “squirter” as such, but there was definitely a delicious release when she orgasmed. Emma rolled off and turned to kiss her man, eager to taste herself on his lips. As her tongue danced with his, he could taste his own pre-cum on her tongue and he was a massive fan of their combined taste in his mouth.

“You’re going to have to wait,” Emma said. “I’m hungry, and as much as I love to eat you, you’ve not got enough calories!”

Rob didn’t move. He lay on the bed as his erection receded leaving a trail of colourless fluid on his stomach. He started plotting the next round; he was sure it was his turn to cum next.