On Tour [HS]

Thirty Four*

Love On Tour

AN: More smut?! gasps... Taya loves smut...

Water rains down on our bodies, legs tightly around my waist as he drives his hips into mine with heavy breaths exhaling from his mouth and warming the skin of my shoulder where small beads of water run down. Our showers can never just be showers, no matter what time of day it is.

My body is lax in his arms, melting into the cold white tiles behind my back that I'm pressed tightly to with no wiggle room.  Gently washing each other after going out for a late lunch together very quickly resulted in him down on his knees with that fucking dimpled smile with the promise to clean the horny out of me.

His words, not mine.

I wasn't even that desperate, he'd just worn the sluttiest outfit to bed last night and when I woke up my eyes were fixated on the swirls of ink embedded into his skin. When he'd stretched out his torso, using his arms to further the stretch with a raspy groan before he leant over the bed and began speaking quietly to our daughter.

The whole morning was basically just a recipe for disaster, I just pretended I didn't want to pounce on him but clearly, he could see right through me. My eyes pinch shut in bliss, exhaling a soft moan as my head tips back; the image of him this morning flashes across my mind and I can't cope with the thought as my stomach clenches tightly.

A raspy moan rattles up his throat before his teeth sink harshly into my skin in an attempt to keep himself quiet but it's no use. His whimpers vibrate against me, pounding up into my body that desperately clings to him in the hopes I don't fall. I can't even feel my legs right now, they're shaking around his waist and locked at the ankles.

"Fuck, Winnie." He whines, sending shockwaves through my core and I can't help but clench tightly around him as I inch closer to my orgasm that I can already tell is going to punch through my body almost violently. "You're unreal, I can't cope."

I love it when he turns mindless, rambling quietly to himself as he struggles to keep his composure; my mind unable to focus on what words whimper from his lips.

I'm dangling from the edge, in desperate need of someone to cut the rope that connects me to the cliff so I can plummet down into the abyss of pleasure I feel drawn to. My body trembles with a squeal exhaling from my lips as I quickly grab at his curls that are wet down the back of his neck and sticking to his slightly sweaty skin.

The humidity of the shower is almost unbearable, glass fogged up with our smeared handprints across it and the tiles with droplets of cold water running down them. Chills erupt across my entire body, goosebumps across my thighs and my insides are on fire with tingles of smoke floating up in my body.

His angle changes ever so slightly and he slams into my g-spot perfectly that it forces a shocked squeal out of my mouth while my nails rake into his shoulder blades desperately. "Oh!"