A sizzling sensation runs through me like a boiling volcano—very hot and intense. I grab onto Adrian for support, too afraid my knees would jelly down like molten lava, giving in to the spike of pleasure building straight from my female core.
Water play he says? Oh God, it's killing me! The more he splashes it on my sex, the more its force thrills my clitoris like the touch of a speedy vibrator. I moan so loudly, and he laughs even louder. Bastard! But I love him so much that it hurts. And I love every crazy thing he does to me.
"Have you made up your mind, little rebel?" he asks, giving me a break as the shower head goes pointedly on my stomach.
I pant, the fleeting break a mixture of relief and void at the same time.
"Well..." I know I have made up my mind, but I'll tell you later. "Not yet. Tell me what's so good about New York and perhaps I'll consider—"
The sweet torture returns at the flick of water on my vagina once again. I squeal laughingly, muttering profanities under my heavy breath afterward. Seeming vibrant and happy, Adrian uses his other hand to rub through my slick breasts, smoothly and expertly, his mouth relentless on my skin.
"You know I love you, don't you?" Tone laced with surety, his desire to be trusted strongly prevails.
"I do," I confess, my body welcoming the urge to come like a morning pee sensation. "And I love... Oh fuck!" I elbow his neck tightly and he holds me steadfastly with one arm.
He keeps his freaky water play, and I think I'm gonna come.
"Let it go, Arabella. Come for me, baby!"Adrian says and he doesn't need to remind me.
Like a tornado, I feel the wind in my head, the waves crashing through my blood like a tempest in the sea, and my muscles stiffen alongside my cries of pleasure. I shake like a leaf, hovering for self-control that I can't seem to find.
What is this man doing to me?
Holding me closer, Adrian stills the water in a roll, swirling around my hardened clit until I can't take it anymore. My inside quiver into a spasm of pleasure, pure undiluted reverie that frees my body and mind as though I'm a floating board on the water.
Something intense burst through me, so strong and violent that I free the pressure built inside me like blocked water, again and again, all the walls of control broken and shattered. What the fuck! I open my mouth in wonder, watching this usually embarrassing stuff happening under Adrian's immense pleasure.
Did I fucking pee?
"Very good, sweetheart. Very good!" Adrian says when the shower goes off, no more sounds except my heavy breaths that could tear up the walls.
"You're a fucking sadist, Adrian," I blurt out, feeling like I've run a whole Olympic marathon without really sweating.
God, I didn't pee, did I?
I felt it. How embarrassing!
Adrian kisses my temple and whispers, "I'm far from being a sadist, Arabella. But I love making you come this hard."
"I didn't come. I peed!" I think out loud, and his laughter resonates like a bass guitar.
"They call it squirting. The highest level of female orgasm," he whispers.
Yeah, right.
Tiredly, I force my way back into his eyes.
He holds me firmly until we're facing each other, and yet he doesn't leave my side by any means. A boyish smile has a permanent shelter on his face right now, and I'd pluck a million stars in the sky just to keep it.
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RomansaFifty thousand dollars in exchange for three weeks of sheer commitment and consented submission. It was a simple proposal from the employer to an employee until feelings got in the way. Being a college student and the legal guardian of her two sibli...