Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 291: Making Out in Shower ll

The shower was a roaring storm of heat and steam, water pounding down on us like it wanted in on the action. The glass walls were completely fogged, streaked with handprints and the press of Elizabeth’s body every time I drove my dick into her. Her palms were flat against the glass, breasts squished, nipples dragging with each thrust, leaving foggy trails that cleared and fogged again.

*Shap... shap... shap...* The wet slap of my hips against her soft, round ass echoed loud and fast, mixing with the hiss of the shower and our heavy breathing.

"Arghhh... ahhh...!!" I growled, fingers digging deep into her cheeks, pulling her back hard to meet every brutal thrust. My dick slammed deep, chasing the edge that was seconds away.

"Ahhhhh!! Ezr—!!" Elizabeth screamed my name, voice cracking as her back arching like a bow. Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking, pussy clamping down on me as her orgasm hit. A fresh wave of hot squirt splashed down my legs, mixing with the shower water.

I buried myself to the hilt and held her there, groaning into her neck as my own climax exploded. "Ahhh... fuck... take it all bitch..."

We stayed frozen for a heartbeat, trembling together, water cascading over us, her ass still gripped tight in my hands, my dick pulsing inside her.

"Ahhh... memorable enough now?" I panted against her wet skin, voice hoarse.

Elizabeth laughed, breathless and shaky, turning her head to catch my lips in a sloppy kiss. "Yeah... it sure is," she whispered, then slowly sank down, knees hitting the wet tile.

Before I could catch my breath, she was on her knees in front of me, water streaming over her face and shoulders, looking up with that wicked, satisfied smile. She wrapped one hand around my still-hard dick, stroked once, twice, then leaned in and sucked the head gently.

"Ahh... Elizabeth... my balls are gonna explode if you keep that up," I groaned, fingers threading through her soaked hair.

She pulled off just long enough to grin. "They’ve definitely got a crazy amount of juice left," she teased, then dipped lower, tongue swirling around my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then the other, while her hand kept stroking slow and steady.

I laughed, half delirious, gripping her wet hair in a loose fist. "Imagine your husband walking in right now," I said, voice rough and playful. "What would he see?"

Elizabeth looked up, water dripping from her lashes, eyes sparkling. "He’d see his wife finally happy," she said, then licked a long stripe up my dick before taking it all back in her mouth.

I chuckled, hips rocking gently into the wet heat. "He’d see his wife on her knees, sucking another man’s cock and balls... in his own damn shower."

"Yeah, he surely would," she laughed, the sound vibrating around me before she sank down again, taking me deep, throat relaxing like it was the easiest thing in the world.

I groaned, head falling back against the tile, hot water still pouring over us. "Fuck... you’re perfect."

She hummed happily, eyes tilting up with pure pleasure, and kept going slow, worshipful, like she really was trying to drain every last drop.

The shower stall had turned into a private, steaming universe. The glass walls were completely fogged, thick white clouds of vapor swirling around us, turning every breath warm and heavy. Hot water poured from the rain showerhead above like a waterfall, drumming on my shoulders and back, running in rivers down Elizabeth’s bare skin. Droplets clung to her eyelashes, rolled over her collarbones, slipped between her breasts, and traced the curve of her hips before falling to the tile floor. The only light came from the soft recessed LEDs overhead, glowing through the steam like hazy golden moons.

Her lips were stretched around my dick, cheeks hollowed, eyes locked on mine with that wicked, playful spark. My hand was tangled in her hair, guiding but not forcing, hips rocking gently.

"Won’t that break his heart, though?" I asked again, voice rough, a teasing smirk tugging at my lips as I thrust a little faster.

*Gawk... gawk... gawk...* The wet, filthy sounds bounced off the tiles as I fucked her mouth slow and steady. Drool mixed with shower water ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest in shiny trails.

She pulled off with a soft, wet pop, stroking me with a slow twist of her wrist, water dripping from her fingers.

"That’s his fault for ignoring me and my feelings," she said, voice low and husky, eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and heat. A single droplet hung from her bottom lip before she licked it away.

"That’s true, sweetheart," I murmured, leaning down. My thumb brushed over her swollen lips, tracing the slick shine.

She opened instantly, tongue flat, eyes soft and waiting. I gathered saliva and let it drop slow and deliberate into her mouth. She swallowed with a little hum, throat working, then grinned up at me like I’d just given her a gift.

"That’s my girl," I said, voice gravel-rough. I cupped her cheeks with both hands and pulled her up, kissing her deep and messy, tasting myself and the clean heat of her tongue.

"Hehehe..." Elizabeth giggled into the kiss, arms looping around my neck, pulling me with her until her back hit the fogged glass wall with a soft, wet thud. Water poured between us, over our chests, down our stomachs, making everything slick and hot.

"Spread your legs, you horny bitch," I teased, voice low and playful, nudging her thighs apart with my knee.

"Here you go..." she whispered, staring straight into my eyes, legs sliding open wide. She lifted one foot to the little tiled bench, heel scraping lightly, opening herself completely. Water ran in tiny rivers down her inner thighs, catching the light like liquid gold.

I stepped between her legs, rubbing my dick along her soaked folds, slow and deliberate, feeling how ready she was. "You ready for one last shot?" I asked, grinning, water streaming down my chest and stomach.

"Yesss... give me," she giggled, breathless and eager, nails digging into my shoulders as the fog swirled thicker around us, turning the world soft and blurry.

I didn’t make her wait another second. One smooth, firm push and I was inside her again hot, tight, impossibly wet. We both groaned at the same time, foreheads pressed together, water pouring between our lips as we kissed.